PAISLEY MINGLE BRUUUUHHH

[invigorates]

Who: the crew of the SS Paisley + any visitors!
Broadcast: if you want dawg
Action: everywhere on the paisley which isn't a whole lot because this crew sucks at upgrades
When: right meow

[ AYY WELCOME ABOARD JASON. ALSO CONGRATS ON BECOMING FIRST MATE JOEL. PUT ON YOUR SWEET HATS WE PARTYIN. ]



[ jk we suck. ]

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[delincuente]

[Woah now, where'd the chill go? Alex raises her eyebrows and her hands.]

Hey, hey - I totally didn't mean anything by it, okay? I've just known a lot of people from a lot of different worlds.

[She can tell that she's touched something sensitive, and even though she's not quite sure what it is, she does not want to go there.]

Boston's cool, though. I like Boston.

[whereivebeen]

[ Ah. Okay. Tay rolls her shoulders a little, mentally smoothing those ruffled feathers and loosening back up. No harm, no foul, right? ]

I got cousins. They can be assholes sometimes.

[ Tay grins at her assessment of Boston, though. ]

Yeah, you been? My family's lived there for like a century and a half or somethin'.

[delincuente]

[Whew. Alex may spend most of her time actively trying to piss strangers off, but this is a different situation. This is close quarters, in space. She doesn't want enemies.]

A couple times. I actually lived in New York City, my whole life.

[whereivebeen]

[ Tay would be antagonistic as anything... if she wasn't a Paisley. She tries to be on at least moderately decent terms with her crew. ]

Yeah? My sister's from there. Ain't bad. Cramped, though, can't drive for anything.

[delincuente]

I've driven exactly, like, exactly one time, and that was a total accident.

[Unless you count the time she stole the subway car and magicked it across town...]

Got a carpet license though.

[whereivebeen]

I love my car. Glad I can pilot this hunk around a little, otherwise I'd probably go nuts.

[ Wait, what? ]

...the hell's a carpet license?

[delincuente]

The license to fly a carpet.

[Total deadpan. Duh.]

[whereivebeen]

[ Tay narrows her eyes.

She is legitimately not sure if this kid's yanking her chain or not. ]

Why'd you need a license for that?

[delincuente]

[That's how most people react to her, lez be honest.]

Try navigating a rug around skyscrapers and you'll see rih-rih fast.

[whereivebeen]

...See what?

[ Yeah, right now Tay is 6 feet of pure "wtf?" confusion. ]

[delincuente]

[Alex leans over the back of her chair, and tucks her wand behind her ear. Gather in for a lesson, children.]

Rih-rih. "Real real". Like, "really times two". Super really.

[whereivebeen]

[ Tay seems to ponder that for a second, then shakes her head with a frown. ]

So... why not just say really?

[delincuente]

It's slang. It's just a thing, you know?

[whereivebeen]

It sounds stupid.

[ She doesn't say it judgmentally, for what it's worth, but to her, it sounds rih-rih ridiculous. ]

[delincuente]

Hey, I'm a teenager. I can't help it.

[She pulls an amused face.]

Just trying to stay in touch with my interrupted youth.

[whereivebeen]

So'm I, you don't see me sayin' shit like that.

[ But she cracks a little half-grin, so she's clearly not taking it too seriously.

Good. Tay, you should take some pointers from this kid. ]

[delincuente]

That just means you need to be having more fun.

[Alex turns back to her jumpsuit, and makes another attempt. The words of the spell still aren't quite audible, and this time the fabric just turns mustard yellow for a couple of moments, before snapping back into the usual tan.]