Goldstone Mingle!

[youdontneedapictureofme]

Who: Crew and visitors aboard the SS Goldstone
Broadcast: N/a
Action: aboard the SS Goldstone and planetside in the Yadrolla System
When: Throughout May?

[It's a mingle, ya'll!]

Comments

Kitchen

[spacebro]

[Mon-El was just walking into the kitchen as Dr. Strange was making the move and he could have sworn he saw a plate full of standard rations a second ago.]

Um...hi. Are you a friend of someone's? [No particular person.]

(OOC: Is he wearing the cape?)

[nomadeupname]

[Stephen looked up from his sandwich just as he was about to take the first bite, and put it back on his plate before shaking his head, an eyebrow raising slowly at the man's question:]

No. I was transferred here a few days ago. Didn't you get the memo?

[His words were lightly laced with sarcasm: he would have assume the crew would have been informed of his transfer from the Marsiva, no?]


[ooc: he is! It's a cloak]

[spacebro]

Oh. Are we doing memos for that now? That's a good idea. [If he'd bothered to check the roster he would have known, but no ship-wide announcement sadly.]

I'm Mon-El. [He holds out a hand for a shake, but then looks uncertain.] I guess you have your hands full though.

[nomadeupname]

I was just jok-...[He shakes his head at the young man's assumption from his own words and shrugs lightly:] Never mind.

Dr. Strange. [He offers with a curt nod, making no moves to shake the other man's hand. It's nothing personal: ever since his accident, his hands have been off limits to hand shakes: they would only result in pain for Stephen.]

I do, so I'm sure you'll excuse if I don't...? [He says, giving a quick look at the Mon-El's offered hand. His own hands stay poised over his sandwich, the slight tremor in them easily noticeable.]

So you're part of the crew, I take?

[spacebro]

[Rarely if ever embarrassed he brushes that off. It is a good idea. Maybe they could have a newspaper about it. A little one. Like letter sized.]

Sure. No problem. [He puts his hands back down to the side. There is time for handshakes and high fives later. High fives are so important. That's what hands are for!]

Yes, I'm in security. Just...keeping things secure. [Yep. He doesn't do a ton of what one might call "work." Although he is often domestically helpful with the crew.]

So, do you fly? [This is a totally normal question to ask someone.]

[nomadeupname]

[Mon-El, the day you are able to get a high-five from Stephen is the day a miracle might have occur. Enjoy the challenge.]

Security, huh? How often are you called into action? [Not that Strange needs any protection for himself, but knowing how dangerous the Fleet maybe is somewhat important to know.

The man's next question does raise an eyebrow high on Stephen's face, his expression betraying his confusion. That's not an assumption people often make about him.]

Why would you think that I do?

[spacebro]

[Mission acquired!]

It's been pretty safe recently except when we were shot down and landed on the cannibal planet. And then before that when the planet we were by was destroyed and had to be evacuated. And then there were some slave raiders that boarded the ships one time, but usually it's just pinball and hanging out. [He clears his throat. That all sounded so much worse bunched together.]

You're wearing a cape. [At least that's the only reason Kara wears one, right? He hasn't noticed a lot of cape wear in National City. Then again...] Oh, unless it's a—what did Winn call it?—Lord of the Rings thing?

[nomadeupname]

[Good luck! And may the best man win!]

Yes, it sounds very safe to me, indeed. [He says dryly, because really? Cannibals, destroyed planets and slave raiders all sound like a walk in Central Park on a spring day. Except not.] So what's your weapon of choice against cannibals and slave raiders?

[Strange gives Mon-El a long look that could easily be read as a 'are you shitting me' look]

Do I look like a hobbit to you? [Seriously. He's 6' tall and clearly less hairy than the halfling kind.

At the word 'cape', the Cloak moves from Strange's back to float in front of Mon-El, twirling around as if to make a point:]

It's a cloak, not a cape. And since it's called the 'Cloak of Levitation', I'll let you guess if I can fly or not.

[While its master is a bit dry, the Cloak itself gathers some of its fabric together and offers it to the other man, a clear invitation to shake 'hands']

[spacebro]

With security you get access to guns, but I would have chosen my powers if...they had actually been working either of those times. [Awkward. Power loss happens to a lot of guys, okay?] I also find avoiding them to be a good strategy. [He's been learning from Kara, but there's still all this pesky self preservation inside where maybe he could just not do the most dangerous thing imaginable in a given scenario and that could be okay too.]

And I'm not sure what the hobbits look like, but my understanding is that humans will dress up as characters and go to conventions and movie premieres and costume parties. I was on Earth for Halloween. [See how much he's learned!]

Woah! [The cape moved on it's own. Cape, cape, cape, cape, cape!] I think it can.