I'm over the moon

[lucetimods]

Who: All draftees
What: Arriving on The Liberator and preparing for battle
When: Today, from 9AM to 3PM
Where: SPAAAACE
Summary: The draftees are in space! On a ship! IN SPACE! SPACE!
Rating: SPACE

SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE!!

But no really. The draftees are in space. The mod post about it is here, so familiarize yourself with the details. This log is for general interactions, where you can tag around as your characters familiarize themselves with the ship, look out the windows, try on their space suits, and run simulations for the Tyr-Fighters. (Among other things.)

Specialist Davis can be encountered and will have a thread available on the log to talk to him on.

Comments

[metalbends]

You better just get ready to have a lot of curvy swords.

[Yep, it is so on.]

[markofthewise]

Well at least you can't bend Boomerang.

[metalbends]

Alright, I'll give you that. Your boomerang bending is safe.

[markofthewise]

Good. I was afraid I might have to hurt you.

[metalbends]

What, couldn't you just make another one?

[markofthewise]

Well it kind of has sentimental value. It's not just some boomerang, you know.

[metalbends]

I guess stuff doesn't come back after seven days, huh.

[markofthewise]

Nope. And no refunds either.

[metalbends]

Alright. I won't touch your boomerang as long as you don't try to smith my rock collection into anything.

[markofthewise]

It's a deal. [A beat.] It's good to be back. You know... in general. Even if it's in space.

[metalbends]

Yeah, yeah. Good to have you back, and everything, too. Now don't get all mushy.

[markofthewise]

The mushy moment is already over. [A shrug.] I'm planning to go see if I'm any good as a spaceship pilot.

[metalbends]

Ha. Have fun with that, I guess. Try not to crash.

[markofthewise]

Like that's going to happen.

[Smug, he leaves to go check it out.]