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

[clavis_caerulea]

Max hasn't gotten to meet very many people since it seems he came after all of the hub-bub had occurred. As such, he's been staying out of the way, learning what he can about his new world, his new situation, and the people living here. He's also very curiously wondered about the markings on his hand, which as it turns out have decided to glow a lovely blue as of today. Well, a flickering blue, which is a very curious thing indeed, and he'll be walking around watching it, trying to figure out the reason for the flickering, if it goes faster or slower, if it's reacting to anything or anyone especially after he observes that the others are having a similar situation on their, ahem, hands.

He'll drop by the kitchen where apparently some kind soul has decided to furnish some sort of- well, he's not sure what this food is but it smells rather good. She tells him it's called pancakes, and he'll admit that he's somewhat delighted once he actually puts them in his mouth. He'll have a few pancakes, and then continue his usual routes around the ship to see what he can find out about this curious new twist in the fabric of his recently shifted reality.

kitchen

[waxenwing]

Like many people, the flashing glyph and the strange tug had lured Isaac out of his cabin and he'd been warily following that very tug when the smell of pancakes had lured him to the kitchen instead. Isaac was not very good at eating regularly, so the loud grumbling of his stomach had decided for him to take the detour.

He finds he isn't the only one, so after thanking Clara for making the pancakes and grabbing himself a few, he'll wander over to Max and drop into a seat. At first he's silent, focusing on shoveling the pancakes into his mouth (and he's adding these to his list of 'surprisingly excellent hangover cures' for definite), but after his first couple he stops long enough to actually speak.

"Hey. Guess I should start making some friends around here. I'm Isaac."

[unnecessaryflourishes]

For all that Emet-Selch does, indeed, have a similar problem on his hands, his ever-present gloves mean that it's not actually visible. The distinct displeased cast to his features, on the other hand is visible, and doesn't seem to be much inclined to shift either, even despite having come across someone he doesn't recall having seen on the ship before.

"Come across anything interesting, yet?"

Either related to the ship itself or the blinking markings on their hands.