following the footsteps of a rag doll dance, we are entranced ...

[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 (Oct. 3-17).
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

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[unnecessaryflourishes]

[For all that Emet-Selch is perfectly aware of the fact that there's somewhat less space in the halls of the ship that is - at least for the time being - meant to be something like home than there might be most anywhere else, he's at least grown mostly accustomed to the idea that people are going to be looking where there going. And even now, it isn't like he doesn't tend to stand out.

Accordingly, when someone quite literally smacks their hand into him, he is not in the least bit amused.]

Was there something you wanted?

[Even with Trevor's eyes closed, there's likely no mistaking the tone of disapproval in Emet-Selch's voice, nor the faint impression that he might be looking down his nose at Trevor.]