you're riding with me.

[seeingyou]

WHO: OPEN to all passengers.
WHAT: General mingle log for the first part of the month, including new partner pairing stuff.
WHERE: Navi, all over.
WHEN: Now until the next event (Dec. 6-19).
WARNINGS: If things get messy and/or upsetting, please put warnings in your comment subject lines! And if you absolutely can't keep from strangling your new partner, please report it on the death page.

Hello, passengers! Today begins just like normal, but it’s far from an ordinary day. On this fine point in space-time, passengers will notice a little something different when it comes to the glyphs marked on the backs of their hands.

They're glowing. The light is a deep shade of blue, and it's slowly blinking on and off. Maybe it's searching for something? It's entirely possible, because affected passengers will also feel a gentle tugging sensation that stops once they've come face to face with their partners. The glyph will switch to glowing a steady blue once partners are synced with each other, and they'll be able to communicate telepathically with each other, too.

Have fun getting to know each other a little better! Or, you know. Yelling at each other. Just try to keep the murder to a minimum, OK?

Comments

[ancestor]

She keeps her eyes carefully averted, feeling more out of place than she has thus far in this tiny void-faring ship. Apart from anatomy lessons, the only nude female she has ever seen has been herself. It wouldn't be inaccurate to say she's far more familiar with the opposite sex. Fortunately the majority of people seem perfectly content with wearing clothing, which is—in retrospect—a great relief.

"How does a fucking person end up with a wolf inside of them? I've never heard of such a thing." Azem repeats the woman's curse back at her, though there is no heat to it. Mostly because she hasn't any idea what it is.

"I am human. And my people would never seek out wanton violence or cruelty unless suffering from an affliction of the mind."

Like the flicking of a switch she stands up straight and proud, turning her head to meet the woman's eyes with all the radiant dignity of one who once held the seat of the sun. They are small, subtle changes in how she holds herself, and the end result is the aura of a seemingly irreverent young woman shifting into that of an ancient being chosen to help represent her people.

People who she has failed most grievously. People who are all dead, save for herself and two others.

"So, are you suffering?"

[relance]

If Julia was someone else, then perhaps she would have had some sort of reverence or something for the changes that the woman is making in herself, but this is Julia Bellamy who has seen some of the worst parts of humanity, and she'd killed people who weren't quite gods, but who definitely had more power than most humans. Her hands twitch a bit, and her eyes are narrowed and more animalistic than human. With nothing but contempt in her tone, Julia takes a step closer and doesn't blink. "Humanity is suffering. Anything that you think otherwise is wrong and stupid."