Twin Roses Mingle

[passingthrough]

Who: Twin Roses crew & whoever dares to join them!
Broadcast: Nah
Action: Twin Roses
When: June

[Twin Roses is +1 Sara Lance and recently equipped a set of poker chips, a flimsy basketball hoop in the cargo hold, and a set of Bag Toss boards and beanbags. The ship lounge also upgraded to a flimsy drink cart complete with drinking glasses, containers, and a replenishing ice bucket. There's also a dart board with a set of plastic darts. Does anyone on this crew has good aim? Mystery!]

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Makie | OTA

[therewerefifty]

[The new additions don't go unnoticed, even if Makie has no idea what they are. Seriously, uh... the poker chips she can just about understand, but one can find her

- Eyeing off the new basketball hoop in the cargo hold;

- Holding those plastic darts in hand and staring at the dartboard. Look, darts are darts and she gets that, but this is a game she doesn't know the rules to.


Barring either of those options, as always she's a quiet ghost about the ship, and you're most likely to run into her in either the kitchen or playing her shamisen in the ship lounge.

Or, on one memorable day, making sure her blades are super clean and polished after she's used them to behead a few zombies. She's untouched but paler than usual, and she cleaned them before she brought them back to the ship. But she's paranoid and wants nothing left behind, just in case.]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash is hanging out more around the ship now that they're drifting again. Usually on board unless he's working at the Space Bar.

Catch him in the morning coming out of his room with his bed hair to grab a cup of coffee. Sitting and enjoying it before he starts to get ready for the day.

Once he is dressed and ready for the day he is spending some time checking out the new items in the cargo bay. Bouncing the red kick ball he's had for awhile now a few times before shooting it at the basketball hoop. It swishes through and Vash acts surprised by this feat.] And the crowd goes wild!

[Later on he'll be in the lounge sitting incorrectly in one of the chairs there. His long legs dangling over one chair arm with his elbow propped up on the other arm. Yes, sitting normally would probably be more comfortable, but he likes this better.

He's quietly reading a novel with a weird purple alien on the cover holding a taller robot. The title says it's called: Shooting Stars of Paradise. He's a bit engrossed in his book as one hand twirls one of the new darts as he reads. At one point he reads something he apparently wasn't too pleased with as he pouts and absentmindedly throws the dart away. Hitting the bullseye dead center as he does so.]