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thisavrou_log2016-06-05 11:59 pm
hohnkai) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-06-05 11:59 pm
june intro log overflow
This is an overflow for the intro post.
This is an overflow for the intro post.
[ Well, new friend, Trish is going to sing along right with you. She is not a well-known media personality here after all, no need to protect either dignity or reputation.
Besides, she is a massive dork so yeah, she is getting up to duet the hell out of this song with you, Star-Lord. ]
Besides, she is a massive dork so yeah, she is getting up to duet the hell out of this song with you, Star-Lord. ]
A - Aboard the Moira
Anyone stopping by the All You've Got at the start of the month will find it abandoned, a sign posted up stating 'Closed for Renovations'. If you're looking for a daily caffeine fix not all is lost. There's a pot of coffee on the drip brewer (and a container of ground coffee in case it runs out) helpfully labelled 'Help Yourself :)'. If you need something fancier you'll just have to hit up the Collective cafés.
If you're looking for Allison, you might catch her while she's putting on the pot for the day or moving supplies and equipment out. Otherwise she might be spotted at the All You've Got's pending new location in its very own room! Door's open, come on in, there's no service yet but you can help arrange furniture or hang decorations.
You might even catch her giggling maturely over her new milk-substitute producing plant (imagine this with milk coming out).
She'll also be in and out of the cargo bay, inventorying her rapidly swelling supplies and retrieving ordered furniture. She's a busy lady between visits down planet!
B - Too Young To Have Fun (Around the Collective Planets)
Allison never thought she'd see the day that she'd regret advertisement being too truthful. But that was before she stepped out of the rejuvenating spa reverted to her mid-teen body.
At least they said it would wear off, but for now she's stuck feeling more awkward and embarrassed than usual (did they even revert her hormones to teen levels or something??), wandering the tourist planets and hoping nobody recognizes her.
The worst part is that no one wants to serve her booze anymore.
Anyone stopping by the All You've Got at the start of the month will find it abandoned, a sign posted up stating 'Closed for Renovations'. If you're looking for a daily caffeine fix not all is lost. There's a pot of coffee on the drip brewer (and a container of ground coffee in case it runs out) helpfully labelled 'Help Yourself :)'. If you need something fancier you'll just have to hit up the Collective cafés.
If you're looking for Allison, you might catch her while she's putting on the pot for the day or moving supplies and equipment out. Otherwise she might be spotted at the All You've Got's pending new location in its very own room! Door's open, come on in, there's no service yet but you can help arrange furniture or hang decorations.
You might even catch her giggling maturely over her new milk-substitute producing plant (imagine this with milk coming out).
She'll also be in and out of the cargo bay, inventorying her rapidly swelling supplies and retrieving ordered furniture. She's a busy lady between visits down planet!
B - Too Young To Have Fun (Around the Collective Planets)
Allison never thought she'd see the day that she'd regret advertisement being too truthful. But that was before she stepped out of the rejuvenating spa reverted to her mid-teen body.
At least they said it would wear off, but for now she's stuck feeling more awkward and embarrassed than usual (did they even revert her hormones to teen levels or something??), wandering the tourist planets and hoping nobody recognizes her.
The worst part is that no one wants to serve her booze anymore.
[Elle's first instinct was to zero in on the clothing stores.
She doesn't let herself do it, because the captains asked them to buy stuff for the ship. Elle wants to make the Safe Space less... white, less straight edge. She's sure Eric considered it comforting, but she wants there to be... more color. More personality. More -- well. The whiteness intimidates her. The cleanness of it. It makes her feel like she doesn't fit in there, makes her worried about making things dirty.
Besides. She's going to be putting in a request to the captains to expand the Safe Space, anyway, since there's no way everyone will fit. So, having more stuff to fill in that space isn't a bad thing, right?
But, after she takes care of that... Hey. She did what she was supposed to. That means it's time to buy lots of cute clothes and build up a proper wardrobe for once in her life. The prospect is thrilling.]
[ for familiar faces ]
[There are so many people out and about, shopping and having fun, that Elle gets entirely distracted people-watching at first. She's never seen so many people before. She thinks this is what Vegas must have looked like, before the war. She wonders if it could ever be like this again. Probably not, but... Wouldn't it be wonderful?
But her distraction ends up proving to be a good thing, because it means she manages to pick out someone she recognizes. She bobs and weaves through shoppers and racks of merchandise, making her way over to them.]
Hey! [she calls as she approaches, grinning broadly.] Find anything good?
[ for new friends ]
[The downside of going shopping is that eventually, her self-esteem catches up with her. She eventually picks out something that is really pretty, really fancy -- high-end fabric, maybe even a lot of lace, with a very big price tag. Not that she actually has to worry about running out of money, here, but that means that it's meant for someone with that much money -- and, by association in Elle's mind, someone Proper. Someone who would really look good in it, who could flaunt it.
In other words... Someone not her.
... but. But... She wants it.
Elle bites her lip, wrestling with herself in silence for a long moment. Eventually, she breaks down and turns in place, until she finds someone else shopping nearby.] Um... I, uh -- I'm sorry for... bothering you, but -- I was hoping... uh... Could I ask your opinion? About... something?
She doesn't let herself do it, because the captains asked them to buy stuff for the ship. Elle wants to make the Safe Space less... white, less straight edge. She's sure Eric considered it comforting, but she wants there to be... more color. More personality. More -- well. The whiteness intimidates her. The cleanness of it. It makes her feel like she doesn't fit in there, makes her worried about making things dirty.
Besides. She's going to be putting in a request to the captains to expand the Safe Space, anyway, since there's no way everyone will fit. So, having more stuff to fill in that space isn't a bad thing, right?
But, after she takes care of that... Hey. She did what she was supposed to. That means it's time to buy lots of cute clothes and build up a proper wardrobe for once in her life. The prospect is thrilling.]
[ for familiar faces ]
[There are so many people out and about, shopping and having fun, that Elle gets entirely distracted people-watching at first. She's never seen so many people before. She thinks this is what Vegas must have looked like, before the war. She wonders if it could ever be like this again. Probably not, but... Wouldn't it be wonderful?
But her distraction ends up proving to be a good thing, because it means she manages to pick out someone she recognizes. She bobs and weaves through shoppers and racks of merchandise, making her way over to them.]
Hey! [she calls as she approaches, grinning broadly.] Find anything good?
[ for new friends ]
[The downside of going shopping is that eventually, her self-esteem catches up with her. She eventually picks out something that is really pretty, really fancy -- high-end fabric, maybe even a lot of lace, with a very big price tag. Not that she actually has to worry about running out of money, here, but that means that it's meant for someone with that much money -- and, by association in Elle's mind, someone Proper. Someone who would really look good in it, who could flaunt it.
In other words... Someone not her.
... but. But... She wants it.
Elle bites her lip, wrestling with herself in silence for a long moment. Eventually, she breaks down and turns in place, until she finds someone else shopping nearby.] Um... I, uh -- I'm sorry for... bothering you, but -- I was hoping... uh... Could I ask your opinion? About... something?
Edited 2016-06-18 03:53 (UTC)
[ continued from here ]
SHIELD could mean a lot of things. She could be HYDRA for all Natasha knows, but she'll play along for now. There's no telling what Daisy last remembers.
"Natasha." With a somewhat neutral smile, she holds out her hand to shake. "What department are you with?"
SHIELD could mean a lot of things. She could be HYDRA for all Natasha knows, but she'll play along for now. There's no telling what Daisy last remembers.
"Natasha." With a somewhat neutral smile, she holds out her hand to shake. "What department are you with?"
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