Yeah, well. Typhoon. She's not called Sandpaper, ya dig?
Ringside gives a casual nod, then has an idea. "You maybe want Flush to take a look at the meat box?" The view catches his eye, too. "Or maybe call in some help from outside?"
Nbeke, what's …
Ringside says, "Got it. Meat goes bye-bye, so does Blackstone."
He walks to your night table, which is really a semi-translucent purple storage crate pulled from somewhere didn't need it, and brings you something you almost forgot for your dress b…
My breathing quickens, back on the boat. I can't tell if I'm balanced. I strain to remember that Ksenia is holding me. She's my anchor and will not let me get lost at sea.
//a sense of concern for the others like us//
//the worry of others from fa…
Thunder nods eagerly at the (to her) promise of solo time. She turns out the door, stealing a last look at your divine, perfect, manufactured form, but her face drops as she leaves your presence and prepares for work. As you watch her going down the…
She almost puts a hand on your shoulder as you pass by. Clearly you're grumbling louder that you think. Umbra Hannsen falls in step next to you, nimbly avoiding a puddle of clear oil or something — you can see the weird rainbow patterns — on one sid…
Sounds like someone's got cows on this ship if you know that much about cow farts.
Ringside looks powerful doubtful when you talk about spacing Blackstone. Ain't they related somehow? Maybe it's by marriage and I'm thinking of someone else. "You re…
Fisher's got a gift.
You can see the capillaries in Thunder's cheeks start to engorge, and her pupils dilate by about 13 percent. "Goddess, your attention and presence alone is reward enough." She very likely wants to couple, just the two of you, …
Umbra Hannsen thinks about it, you see the gears turning. She likes you, she probably trusts you.
But she doesn't want to give you Roark's gun, her only weapon. You can see it in the way she pulls it back just a hair and a slight tightening at the …
When you draw Thunder close, you can faintly smell soil- it never quite gets out of her skin. She closes her eyes and enjoys your simple embrace in the utterly focused way she has. She's very devoted. Very.
Her eyes follow your fingers when you bru…
That meat thing's gonna be a problem. Sure, anyone can eat that sludge, but c'mon, it's like snot and you know it's only reclaimed and retextured shit that the bugs and bots work over into something that's edible and nutritive... Tasty is way far do…
It takes Thunder four seconds to see that you are impressed and delighted instead of incredulous. She claps her hands like a schoolgirl, and presses herself to you, her goddess of made flesh. She nods eagerly, "I did trade for it! Andromeda is so c…
You get a little flicker of interest from Gateway's eyes as you stumble through the tounge-twister ("Sheena's sharp spacesuit shanked Seth's six slick star ship shops"), but there's gotta be a reason you're not friendzoned yet. She's up to something…
I stop breathing for a long moment, focusing all my attention on the now. It's a little like the focused zen state of yoga.
//a greeting as a visitor to a being in their home//
//a sense of solid physical wellbeing in health//
//a sense of conce…
It takes three seconds before the water starts to flow, and a further nine seconds before its temperature is sufficient. Another Severity Four ticket? Whatever, the sonic shower feels good and the rinse smells fresh this time. Must be nice to bunk w…
Yeah, Jingle put on a fantastic show for you. She was the, ahem, center of attention, if you get my drift. She's been very all-over-you since you thawed Umbra Hannsen, even I've noticed, not even when she's on the X. Not that you're gonna run out or…
Sounds like you're always busy, running all over the stasis maze. You stimming it up today, coffee or whatever, or are you just dragging ass? And speaking of breakdowns, you do have a couple Severity Three tickets in with maintenance, but that crew …
Discovery - 2d10 - Another first contact opportunity! A girl could make a career out of this.
Comms - d8 - Sometimes, no words is better. (can be better? are better?)
Alien-Enhanced Psionic - d8 - There's nobody else here, Mei.
Cora - d8 - Old frie…
At least three communities:
* The military, Officers being at the top, and enjoying privilege as best they can. Grunts enjoy a slightly more rich life, with fewer rules, than "civvies". They live in the military quarters, and the command deck. Tha…
I start at Ksenia's words and touch. I really wasn't about to dive in, no! I sit up straighter and check my center of balance. I center my thoughts and hold on to Cora's hand, searching.
So, Flush.
How did you become custodian of the hoard? Was there someone before you?
For that matter, what does your family think about the hoard and all the time you spend there?
Who's your most recently decanted passenger?
So, Jackal.
Tell me about synthetics. How many of you are there? What makes it hard to pass as not human?
And your cult... what sort of communities do they congregate in? How frequently do you travel?
So, Nbeke.
There's hunting and farming for your hold? How? Where?
That gang is pretty fucking large. Why so many? Do you got enemies or are you just that lovable?
Relatedly, maybe: What's the biggest threat to your market?
I'm a tiny new light. I've worked hard. I could use a vacation. I'm humming softly, swaying to music in my head. I want to dance among the microorganisms and see them, map them.
I am wearing a wetsuit, and I'm sure there's plenty of air.
It must b…