January Goldstone Mingle

[lord_wizard]

Who: Goldstone crew and visitors!
Broadcast: As desired
Action: The Goldstone
When: Month of January

It's been a quiet, relaxing month for the Goldstone, which has both an upgraded lounge and a returned crew member. The fleet soon leaves Selvin-9 and its strange snow behind and starts to drift.

Fingers crossed for an easy journey?

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[lord_wizard]

A. Repairs (Beginning of January, Selvin-9 surface)

[Personally, Felix thought that the quaintness of the snowy planet diminished over time. True, it wasn't as horrifically cold as it would be normally, but there's a sameness to the landscape that wears thin. Plus, bitingly cold or not, the stickiness of the snow-melt was not at all enjoyable. He didn't care that it tasted like marshmallow. His planet didn't have such a thing.

Once casual shopping was dealt with, Felix turned his attention to finishing up the repairs on the Goldstone after their last battle.

Mostly this takes the form of him hovering about the cargo bay and giving orders to the locals he'd hired for the work in the most lazily possessive way possible]

B. Cards - Goldstone Lounge

[He's done his best to make something presentable of the Goldstone's lounge, such as it is, though the furnishing are even more mismatched and ramshackle than what he's been able to gather for his lounge. The improvements largely take the form of dark woven blankets he'd picked up on the last planet and draped over the couch and chairs to provide at least some cohesion in the decor.

Felix sits on the couch in front of the coffee table, back bent over it as he shuffles and lays out sets of cards with a look of concentration. It's clear not all of the cards are in use. To the side, a pale wooden box carved delicately with vines and flowers sits open on the table, which sits contains a large portion of the cards. Slightly larger than playing cards, they have the look of something very old, the edges creased and worn thin, the diamond pattern on the back that might once have been brilliant black and scarlet are more charcoal and sepia. The reverse sides, however, are covered with garish and rather morbid looking scenes that are still quite bright in comparison.

This isn't the same tarot deck he's been seen with for some time in the fleet. That crisp deck sits near his right, and from time to time he stops, rifles through that deck to find a particular card, then replaces it. He mumbles slightly to himself as he works, not paying overt attention to who might be coming or going]

C. Wildcard

[Have other ideas? Maybe run into him in the kitchen, tinkering in the engine room, lounging at Crowley's communication station, or using up all the hot water in the bathroom. Feel free to plot with me on Plurk @ calidragon]

B

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley finds Felix's attempts to make the lounge a little less like a hodgepodge mess endearingly charming. Most of the crew probably wouldn't notice, but he tried and that's what matters. He moves to take a seat beside him, arching a brow at the other set of cards. He recognises the ones he's had for a while, but these are definitely...more worn. He hopes there's not a miserable story attached to them, but he knows the chances of that are unlikely.]

Oh. You got another set.

[lord_wizard]

[Crowley's fears aren't unfounded. There was a long history of tragedy and pain associated with them, tempered though by all the good they'd helped him do. It was still strange to hold the cards again.]

I got an old set back, actually. The Sibylline. They were my loss back in Paradisa...did you know that?

[onlyanapple]

I didn't.

[He generally didn't prod people about their losses, it was always such a personal matter. Like losing a piece of yourself. ]

Still, good to hear Atroma are still capable of doing something nice. Was this your little Christmas gift?

[lord_wizard]

[He nods, absently, flipping another card over]

Yes. It's been years since I've had them, and the first step would be to reacquaint myself with the symbols.

[onlyanapple]

Sounds like a good idea. How does it feel? Having them back?