twocomplex: (or humor)
Nocta Oren ([personal profile] twocomplex) wrote in [community profile] driftfleet2015-04-07 07:56 pm

Waystation Mingle Log!

Who: GAME-WIDE MINGLE aka everyone
Broadcast: If you want
Action: The Stations!
When: From 04/05 through the month of April.

[Well, that all sure happened. But at least you have the waystations! Whether you want to stock up on supplies, work, trade, or visit the very fancy Virtual Reality Dome, it's bound to be a nice break from the attacks of the 5th.

Make your own prompts, set up your own Virtual Realities, etc! For reference, the OOC post with info is over here!]
serpentis: "Gigantomachy" - Cake Bake Betty (And dead fir and almond wood)

[personal profile] serpentis 2015-04-10 05:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[Dorian looks over at the sound, and he looks Fenris over just for a second before he realizes he has misstepped. He feels entirely like a man tripping over his own feet, and for an Altus, he may as well be.

Be poised. Show no weakness. Every word must be carefully weighed and considered.

He regrets the words, and regrets himself being so honest and open. Slavery was a subject he danced around with Fenris at times, but he should have known better. He thought, perhaps foolishly, that it would be different.]


Forgive me, I shouldn't have mentioned it.

[His own voice sounds a bit less like the carefully composed purr it usually is, or the biting sarcasm. It's stilted, awkward.]
wolfuncaged: (Where villains wear a smile on their fac)

[personal profile] wolfuncaged 2015-04-10 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[At least the tone shows Dorian realises he's missstepped. That's a start. ]

Not mentioning it wouldn't make it any less so.

[He knows Dorian's trying. That he's trying to switch a worldview he's had since birth into something completely different. He understands this will take time. Still, this conversation, in this place. It bites at the back of his mind, and he hates it. His shoulders hunch, his eyes cast downwards. ]

You still don't understand.

[It's not said angrily. Just...tiredly. He stands in a fluid motion, he feels like the streets are closing in on him, and he needs some breathing space. He can't talk about this. Not with those stars above his head, or those blighted lanterns flickering in the dark around them. ]

I need to get out of here. [Before he says something he'll probably end up regretting. He is ever so good at speaking before thinking after all. ] I will see you later.

[He'll just make his loping way off towards the exit. ]