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[starer]

[It's that time again! ...good luck, Ximilia]

So, it seems to be just over sixty of us now. More than double the amount that was here when I first turned up. Looks like some of them left though, so I guess they changed their minds.

[Not that he knew most of them. But he has eyes. And a need to keep track of things like that.]

Far as we all know, this is the third time people have been brought here. Ninety-one days since we first started turning up.

Now, I ain't saying I'm an expert. But I'm just going to field a few questions before they come up.

[And undoubtedly leave it to the actual professional once the follow up questions come]

Yes, there's another area called the Northern Wing. No, we can't go in. Yes, we've met someone who seems to live on the other side. No, we can't talk to him.

[Except...that last part might not be true. He hasn't actually asked Viveca if they could talk to him]

We're meant to get a supply drop once every thirty days or so. Spare clothes and supplies are all stored at the end of the common room. You need something specific, speak to Viveca. Ain't promising she'll be able to get it, but can't hurt to ask, right?

If this is your first time in space, talk to Jim Kirk. He's been running sessions for anyone who hasn't been off planet before.

You need to eat more than the average person here, let Dusty Fields know. High calorie rations are marked, but he's keeping track of supplies with a couple of others.

[Oh, right-]

Guess I should also add, you want to get laid, talk to Newton Geiszler. I'm sure the Doc would love to give you a little TLC.

[:D]

If you've got any questions, you're looking for Sam Wilson.

[:D :D]


[ooc: Please feel free to threadjack to your heart's content. It's another free for all. Also, all links are there OOCly, for bothering purposes.]

Comments

[starer]

Nothing wrong with knowing what you want. I just thought I'd give you a helping hand.

[SO TO SPEAK]

[groupiedrifter]

A helping hand, huh???

Oooooh Mr. Bucky, oooh!!!

[You practically asked for that response and you know it.]

[starer]

[You, sir, are a child.

That means Newt's his new favorite.]

Hard pass. Nothing personal, but you ain't my type.

[groupiedrifter]

If I had a nickel for every time I heard that, I wouldn't worry so much about making minimum wage at the PPDC. :P

Just make sure you use the right hand when you're canoodling with your type, I bet that shit's cold enough to shock a person into the next new year.

[starer]

I'll have you know it holds warmth just fine.

Besides, ain't some people in to stuff like that anyway?

[He's seen things. Online dating it freaking weird.]

[groupiedrifter]

Does this mean you'll let me test that theory by holding your hand???? :D

Actually 10/10 would love to ogle your arm for science. I wanna know how it works!!!!

(I'm not into getting cold for the record, one second on any cold planet and I'm abandoning the mission.)

[starer]

You can look, but you ain't messing with my arm. If you want information, ask Shuri. She's the one who built it.

Is this the part where I should point out that I run hot?

[groupiedrifter]

Aw, spoilsport.

If we end up on a winter planet, I'm gonna crawl up your back and under your jacket.

This isn't even a sexy flirtation, I'm gonna become a naggy tumor on your back.

[starer]

If we end up on a winter planet next mission, I might have to punch you in the face for jinxing it. Fair warning.

[groupiedrifter]

C'mon, could you really punch this face?

It's too cute to punch.