THE DRIFT FLEET

Who: Joshua
Broadcast: Text | Open
Action: Anyone on the S.S. Bishop
When: After being shuffled onto the new ship

[action;]

[One moment he is on the Marsiva, waiting, and the next, he is appearing on the S.S. Bishop with a flourish of confetti and-- is that glitter? That can't be good for the ventilation systems. Ah, well. He doesn't seem interested in the 'dessert' that's been sent along with him. And honestly, he doesn't look like much-- just a skinny as hell fifteen year old dressed in a lavender shirt and some ridiculous pants. He's decidedly plain.

But there is a nasty slant to his smile, an edge to his eyes, that doesn't do much to make him seem friendly.]

I'm not sure what I expected... and yet I'm still disappointed.

[text;]

[When he's met his crew and such, he pops onto the network. He'll figure out the video function later.]

You know, I always thought space would be full of more... unusual things. Blue alien women wearing Harajuku latex, next-generation food replicators, oddball electronic music... But this?

This is about as appetizing physically and mentally as boiled tofu.

I am not whelmed.