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

[felldownahole]

Well, that's one thing at least they'd be able to agree on. Strange as that planet was, at least it had things like a daytime and a nighttime, natural gravity, trees, fresh air--all things missing on this ship, gliding through the emptiness with a lack of motion he found disconcerting at the best of times. Presumably he'd get used to it, eventually--he could get used to anything, it was one of a Belmont's most useful survival traits--but for now...now it was still strange. The air tasted strange. The only trees were smallish, in that garden down a few levels, and they weren't any sort of tree he'd ever seen. There was no grass. No windows to open.

No beer, which honestly may have been the worst part of all.

And now, there's no more solitude. Trevor's brow creases as a figure steps into view, ignoring him in favor of the stars outside, and it's a frown that only deepens as the other crew member shows no sign of moving. Finally, he sighs heavily, lifting a hand from under his head to gesture.

"Do you mind? Take two steps to your right, you're blocking my view." Look, it's almost polite. An achievement for Trevor.

[albatrossomen]

It was fortunate that Murmur didn't technically need to breathe, or the air might have bothered him more as well. Of course he'd noticed the artificial flavor to it, most certainly, it just didn't trouble him the way it might one who relied on it for survival. The rest, however, was decidedly unnerving. And this coming from a being that spent very little time on any mortal plane.

Clearly Trevor will need to rectify the lack of alcohol on their next landing.

"Hm?" Murmur glanced down, as though he'd only just noticed Trevor was there acting as a road block. "My apologies." He offered in the flattest monotone one might easily mistake him for being sarcastic, save for the fact that he did shuffle away those couple steps as requested. Maybe he hadn't noticed? Maybe he was just really weird. "Is it not more comfortable to sleep in a bed?"

[felldownahole]

Oh, clearly. If he knew anything at all about distilleries, he'd consider looking for the equipment to make one. As it is, he's just going to settle for the hardest, cheapest liquor he can find, and maybe a keg or two of beer. Just to help him sleep at night, because this is weird.

Speaking of weird--that response. Or at least the way it was offered. Reminded him a little of Alucard, though it wasn't quite as sharp-edged. Trevor squints up at him a little suspiciously at the question, not quite sure if he should take that as sarcasm or not. "I've slept on worse," he answers, almost begrudgingly. "At least it's not cold, wet, or rocky. But I'm not sleeping, anyway. Just came up to look out there." Here he gestures with his chin towards the window, and everything outside it.

[albatrossomen]

Trevor would likely become the most popular individual on the ship if he could discover a way to bring a sufficient quantity of alcohol aboard. Likely he won't be the only one considering imbibing to put themselves to sleep in the future. Hopefully the mortals can be convinced to continue stockpiling food and not just alcohol for future ventures.

If it was, Murmur wasn't watching him for a reaction so he'd certainly have missed out on the fun of being sarcastic. "That does sound more unpleasant than the floor," He agrees. And, well, Trevor wasn't exactly in the way. Wasn't like this area was high traffic, so he could probably safely stay. Ah, well, that is something they can both agree is worth watching. Murmur reached out to briefly set a gloved hand on the glass. "Remarkable, isn't it? Seeing it up close like this. Relatively speaking anyway." The key difference being the lack of an atmosphere between them and the stars beyond. Creation truly was beautiful. "You have good taste, this is the best view on the ship."