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

[shahrrehth]

Clara's been trying not to notice the thing on her hand, as much because the whole idea of being meddled with while she wasn't conscious to know about it skeeves her out as because there's been plenty of other things to deal with besides that. So when it starts flickering, there's a part of her that panics, wonders if she should try and fly as far away from everyone as she can to prevent casualties. That plan gets waylaid when she sees someone else with the same flickering light, then another. And that is when...

Well, she's going to go into the kitchen and start making a crapload of pancakes. If they're all going to have to deal with... whatever this is? They should do it with a good breakfast in them

[felldownahole]

It's the smell that lures Trevor into the kitchen first, distracting him from his quest to figure out where his hand is leading him. Food is a very powerful motivator, and he hasn't eaten yet. In fact, he hasn't eaten during hours where he could run into other people at all just yet, so this may be the first time Clara's even seen the tall, mildly grubby brunette who makes his way through that door, inhaling deeply and making a pleased noise.

"What is that smell?"

Please tell him you'll share. Pretty please.

[shahrrehth]

It has been noted to her, more than once, that she is a morning person and this is Terrible. It has not, however, *changed* the fact that she is a morning person. It might have something to do with being powered by the sun, or it might have to do with growing up on a farm, or it might just be the fact that the hours around dawn are some of the most peaceful for her.

What this boils down to, however, is that Trevor, despite whatever level of grubbiness or awakeness, is getting a positively brilliant smile from her.

"Just some pancakes. I thought everyone could use some breakfast. I could serve you up a plate if you like?"

[felldownahole]

'Morning person' isn't a term Trevor's familiar with, but he'd conclude that despite his usually being up before most other people, he's not particularly one. But he's also not an afternoon person, or an evening person. In fact, he's not much of a person-person at all. But if Clara being a morning person means he gets pancakes?? He will absolutely laud the praises of morning people everywhere.

"I have no idea what a pan cake is, but I will absolutely have however many you will let me shove into my face." The answer is as honest as it is childish, and also happens to be true. He's a growing boy, after all! Never mind the fact that he's...already six feet tall and built like a brick wall and looks to be somewhere in his late twenties. He had a difficult adolescence. Not a single pancake in sight. Have pity on him.

[albatrossomen]

Oh, Murmur noticed the thing on his hand, he's just also making a point of ignoring it. If something desired his cooperation then it would have to go through the appropriate channels, and spontaneous bioluminescence wasn't one of them. Nor was the annoying mental pull, one which took considerably more effort to ignore than the glow. One he could disguise with gloves, after all.

As for the mental pull, perhaps something relaxing. Which is how Murmur ended up making his way toward the kitchen with intent to make some tea. It probably shouldn't have been surprising to catch Clara there, she had picked up a tendency to cook for the crew in general he'd noticed, and here she was again.

"Rough morning?" He offered, suspecting by the similar glow on her hand she was also dealing with a similar problem. Well, at least it wasn't a personally targeted annoyance.

[unnecessaryflourishes]

Emet-Selch hadn't necessarily intended to make a stop at the kitchens first thing - morning or no, he'd been far much concerned about the insistent tugging sensation - but the smell of pancakes is enough to have even him stopping for a moment.

"That's certainly one way to come up with a distraction."

And one that is not likely to be one too many people find unwelcome, besides.

[secreteary]

Martin's already there, expertly cooking eggs and bacon in the same pan while juggling toast and a jar of jam. There's an odd sort of edge of desperation to his flurry of activity and laser focus. He's sighing and huffing a lot, and any glimpse of his face shows a serious, dour expression.

It takes the silence after putting the pan down on a cool part of the stove and turning the gas off for him to notice Clara. He brightens when he does, though.

"Good morning. How're you?"