I've been chillin' out on a star with my 5 star view

[lucetimods]

Who: All draftees
What: The space battle commences
When: After 3PM on the 19th to the 23rd
Where: In Space! On the Moon!
Summary: The battle finally begins! First there's asteroids to take down, then we finally arrive!
Rating: SPACE

MORE SPACE

All the details you need are here, so read up on it. This didn't get mentioned before, but you can tag the cultists instead of killing them. Details on this are on a previous draft post. Using the scanners are optional!

There will be a thread for interacting with NPCs, but they may not all go up at once, so keep an eye out for them.

Note: A log for the events in the village will go up on the 21st, in time for the hurricane and droid incursion.

Comments

[all7seas]

"And a weapons room. And a place where J--

A sunny room in the back."

[herotypical]

Buffy sighed. His figments, now. Not hers.

"And I've always wanted a breakfast nook. I don't even know what one is. I think that's part of the allure."

[all7seas]

"Is this nook a tiny place wherein one might breakfast?" Why on earth would anyone want that?





She WAS small.

[herotypical]

Here was an ideal world being constructed. Certainly. Better than a hospital room.

"Maybe. I bet there's a napkin holder on the table. A classy one. Not...not like the metal ones in diners."

[all7seas]

"Bet there's waffles on the table as well. Big, puffy ones." It was so easy to warm up to this game.

[herotypical]

"Belgian. Home-made. With caramelized apples. And..."

Her stomach grumbled. A flicker of happiness managed to jumpstart her appetite.

[all7seas]

Jack's stomach grumbled, too. "Right. You had me at caramelized apples, woman."

[herotypical]

"Hell. I had me at caramelized apples, too."

Maybe they could have an apple tree -- in the front yard. A tall one. With a tire swing on it. That sounded nice. Only Buffy didn't know...

"Hey. Do apple trees grow big and strong enough to hold tire swings?" There were a multitude of reasons why asking Jack this question was not the brightest of decisions. Oh well.

[all7seas]

"I'll build swings for them," Jack promised, suddenly falling serious. "For....aye. In the apple tree."

[herotypical]

Them. Her groan was easily disguised as being pain-inspired.

"Maybe swings. Maybe. One day."

If the world settled down (even an ideal world could be vampire infested, surely).

[all7seas]

"Right. You could...think of the apple tree. And the waffles. And sleep. And dream of waffles..."

[herotypical]

Them. The thought was still upsetting. Despite the ache, she near-violently shoved herself up against the pirate's side and tried to hold on for comfort.

"Sleep. Then eat. B--little steps."

[all7seas]

"Just little ones. That's all."