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!]

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[youdontneedapictureofme]

[She sighs, feeling a little sad for Carl. He deserved to be a kid for all the reasons Takeshi deserved too. She did her best to let him be that while she handled what she could as his second in command, mindful not to usurp his role.

When he hugs her she can't help the lump creeping up in her throat. They'd never really had a normal. Alexandria had been an attempt at it but it hadn't worked. Reality had always crept back in on them, no matter if it was the farm, the prison, Alexandria, or the Hilltop.]

We do. That's why it's important we still live.

[It's what Glenn would want. This wasn't entirely about just his physical scars and her emotional ones. They had been drifting from planet to planet just surviving, or at least she had. Talking to Takeshi about Glenn had been the closest she'd come to opening the wound.]

Maybe this is the fresh start Alexandria was supposed to be. It's not perfect but we're still here.

[postocular]

[ Being a kid is so far out of his grasp, now. When he first got to the fleet, sure, the prospect was exciting, and he'd even tried it. Now, though? It's surviving, with fleeting moments of relaxation where they can have this. He still sleeps with a knife on his bedside table, but he doubts he'll ever be rid of that particular notion. It's the new normal.

He lets her go with a poor attempt at a smile. He shouldn't be such a downer, she came to the beach to enjoy it. ]

Maybe.. I know some things are better than home, but it still feels-- i dunno. Like a holding pattern? It's stupid to consider a place a holding pattern after two years, doesn't it? I should just kinda get over it.

[youdontneedapictureofme]

Hey. There's nothing wrong with that. You don't have to 'get over' anything.

[She knew all about being a downer. She'd kept to herself for so long, had held in her grief for so long, that she was only now trying to make the effort to connect with people in her crew this time around instead of burying herself in her work.]

Is there anything you want to do? We don't have to go swimming. We could do sand castles, or we could go do something else. This place has all kinds of things to do.

[But beaches were nice. She thinks Carl would like it a lot if he were able to just relax more. She can only imagine how hard that is.]

[postocular]

Seems silly to hold onto stuff with how things change around here.

[ He looks at Maggie with a bit of regret, shaking his head. ]

No, I want to do what you want to do. Let's go swimming. I just need a swimsuit. Maybe something a little less gross when it gets wet? [ He brushes his fingers against the edge of the gauze around his face. ]