you know i won't let you get away.

[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 (through Feb. 20).
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

Kitchen

[imarealistnotacynic]

Richard haunts kitchens because cooking is something familiar and maybe if he batch cooks things, or bakes, or uses the supplies at his disposal it'll chase away this notion that he is psychic because facing it is absolutely ridiculous.

He is sipping coffee and leaning on a table right now however, dark circles under his eyes. Rising to his feet he nearly knocks into the other man with a blink.

"-I apologize."

[exlibrisharry]

This is more or less Harry's reasoning for returning to the kitchen too. Cooking, even in the inner belly of some biomechanical alien, was at least familiar. Normal. Not facing the terrifying void of everything he doesn't understand.

"Whoa--" Almost getting run into is also normal and he sidesteps Strand at the last moment, lifting a batter-covered mixing spoon to avoid collision. "Where'd you come from?"

[imarealistnotacynic]

"A world that actually exists."

It's snapped back and he rubs at the side of his head. good nights and bad nights, he's slowly managing to convince himself he's not psychic when not away with people even if he's annoyed by Alex's behavior and his own anger at it, how he can't get it out of his mind.

"I...I apologize. IT's been a rough morning." He presses his lips together, "I didn't mean to be so rude."

[exlibrisharry]

"Uh..."

Harry turns around, settling the spoon back into the batter and frowning. "It's cool," he frowns. "Are you okay?"

[imarealistnotacynic]

"Distracted." He waves a hand, "IT-I must sound psychotic I apologize. It's been a long few days and this place is quite a lot. Would you like some tea?" He nods, "...I promise, it's not strange or alien in nature."

[exlibrisharry]

"I wouldn't say psychotic, I'd say pissed off." He looks over his shoulder at Strand, considering him, and shrugs. "Yeah, okay." He's going to watch him pour it because he doesn't know exactly what he's dealing with here and you can never be too careful, but isn't going to broadcast his paranoia. "Do you want some pancakes?"