EVENT: SPACE PIRATES ▒ OXYGEN GARDENS

[ataraxites]

CHARACTERS: Ensemble production!
LOCATION: Oxygen Gardens
WARNINGS: Camping.
SUMMARY: Hanging out in camp, discussing pirates, etc.
NOTES: Open to all!

Camping may not be an expected activity on a spaceship, but the gardens are large and have clear, grassy areas for people to gather together. You can help set up tents, inventory supplies or guard the perimeter — just keep an eye out for any strange faces trying to sneak in...

Comments

[sundroplet]

[ She bends down, looks at the tattoo, then at Pascal, before lowering her frying pan ]

Then......you're really not a pirate?

[ oops. ]

[foolproofed]

... I'd be a pretty shitty pirate, to be totally honest...

[His voice is a few notches more nasally, as he presses his sleeve to his face.]

... Now I'll never be on The Bachelor.

[3:^D ha... haha

ha

my face hurts]

[sundroplet]

Oh - oh! Oh no.

Is it - is it -- broken?

[foolproofed]

From--ffffu--From what I remember, I don't think so. Maybe my nose is tougher from the first time it broke. [He laughs faintly, pained and strained, before lowering his arm. Nope, not broken, but swollen and red, with twin nosebleeds. Truly a warrior, this one. A warrior that sounds like he has the worst cold in the world.] A icepack or two and a moment to recover my dignity, I should be--[guuuh; he slowly drags himself to his feet]--all good.

... Not a bad swing, by the way... Packs a, uh. Good punch.

[sundroplet]

...I'm really sorry. I guess I was kind of...really freaked out.

[ she bites her lip, offers him a handkerchief. ]

Here. Um. I'm Rapunzel.

[foolproofed]

Ain't we all, Rapunzel. [He accepts the handkerchief and presses his nose with a hiss through his teeth.] You should--uh--hang around the camps people're forming. It's not good for the psyche, hiding out in bushes waiting for pirates.

...

[but wait]

... Maybe you gave me a concussion; I'm seeing a little too much hair for one head...

[sundroplet]

O-oh! No, that's definitely all mine, haha! That's me, Rapunzel who has a lot of hair --

[ awkwardly tugging on a strand of hair, definitely not you, Marty. ]

[foolproofed]

[He just looks at her with a very studious stare. Which is about right, because all you can really see is his eyes when he's shoving a handkerchief against most of his face.]

So, like--out of a fairy tale.

[sundroplet]

haha -- I've been told. Someone told me there is a story about me in her world. which was really weird but I suppose those are just the kind of things that happen in space, right?

[foolproofed]

... Right... Yeah, space can be — something special, alright.

[Can he get up? He's getting up, okay. With an old man grunt or two.

And then he continues on in his +1'd nasally tone:]

Y'know, I'm sure there's camps you can... uh. Go to, if you're not feeling too safe out here. Seems like a good time to stick together, right?

[sundroplet]

I suppose so, yes. I just sorta not sure who I should trust on the ship. I- I mean, this is my first time out of my tower and I really wasn't around this many people before.

[foolproofed]

Well.




You don't have to worry, I'm plenty trustworthy.


Pinky promise.

[sundroplet]

What is that? A - pinky promise?

[foolproofed]

Well, it's —

It's a promise you make stronger by holding our pinkies together.

Y'know.

[kid stuff — ]

Serious business.

[sundroplet]

Well, but we didn't hold our pinkies together yet so it doesn't count, does it?

[ and then with the most solemn expression ever, she holds out her pinkie. ]

I promise that if you're very trustworthy I will never hit you again.

[foolproofed]

[He looks from her to the extended pinky, back to her, with a sort of pleasantly surprised expression; he hasn't pinky promised in a good 15 years, man. He's also someone who is very much capable of jumping right back those 15 years, so with that in mind, he slips his finger around hers and nods their hands in agreement.]

It's a promise.