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

arrival as well

[sisterswitch]

Welp, that sure is someone out in the hallway kicking up a loud fuss. Jack's been in her cabin, jotting down some thoughts in her journal and generally minding her own business, but this loudmouth - demon, he said? - has disrupted her train of thought, so she might as well investigate. With a long sigh, she picks herself up off the bed and makes her way to the cabin door, opening in to poke her head out and inspect the offending party in the hallway.

"Sweetie, if I'd summoned you, you'd know it." She flashes him a sarcastic half-smile. "Fortunately for you, I don't have much use for a demon at the moment."

[betterhavemammoney]

Mammon rounds on Jack and stands with his hands on his hips, looking her up and down with what he expects is an intimidating glare. She looked human, but was lacking the clear jewel-like soul most had. That paired with what she said probably made her a witch who'd sold her soul. Possibly for impressive power.

That said, she wasn't a witch Mammon knew, and he wasn't going to back down off blowing his own horn now.

"And I don't got time for some witch who didn't even summon me! Hey, you, hand over all your money an' tell me where the other witches are!"

[sisterswitch]

Sorry, Mammon - Jack isn't intimidated. In fact, she's downright amused, and laughs lightly at his demand.

"Sorry to burst your bubble, kiddo, but I'm the only witch on board." As far as she knows, that's true. Not all spellcasters are witches, so Murmur doesn't count.

"And we don't really have money here, either. Name's Jack, by the way - not hey you."

[betterhavemammoney]

"That can't be true! And don't call me kiddo, I'm way older than you!" Which is true but it doesn't change the fact that Mammon, at his absolute most mature, emotionally resembles a college freshman. "Call me the Great Mammon, 'cause that's who I am!"

He considers threatening to eat her again, but it doesn't feel right. Maybe just because he isn't hungry, or maybe because Mammon's intimidated by witches. He can try to bluff his way past that?

"Then ya better come up with some, because I ain't getting summoned without getting reimbursed!"

[sisterswitch]

Jack pauses, gives Mammon a pointed look up and down, and laughs. "Not that great," is her determination, "and you might want to clean out your ears, 'cause like I said, nobody here summoned you. Welcome to the chaotic nature of the multiverse."