nine ❅ spam

[bothfoulandfair]

[Open Spam]

[It's her first wish of the flood - I wish Anna was here - that probably convinces her to get out of her room at a time when other people might actually be out and about for the first time since their visit to the other Barge. Anna's rag doll shows up on her bed, smiling at her from across the room, and she's torn between picking the thing up and hugging it and rushing out of the room and staying out until the flood's over. Maybe Dillon won't mind her staying with him, or in the infirmary until it's done.

She calms down, though, and the doll winds up tagging along with her out on her little expedition.

And things seems fine, until she makes her second one - I wish getting along with people here was easier - and she finds her head shoved through the neck of an oversized t-shirt with the words "This is Our Get Along Shirt", one arm through the left shirtsleeve and... apparently, someone else is occupying the same neckhole and other shirtsleeve.

Honestly? She can't even bring herself to be angry.

For now.]

Is this something you're familiar with, outside of the Barge?

[ooc: I'm definitely looking for this to be more fluffy than traumatic for Elsa, otherwise anything is totally fair game. c:]

Comments

I can do fluffy

[neverfeltbetter]

Nope. This is a first for me.

[Crichton, who just happens to be passing her in the hall at the time she makes that wish, is now stuffed into the other side of the shirt with her. He looks vaguely annoyed, but also a tad amused.]

This is one of the weirder things that's happened today, well, at least to me.

[He takes a moment to glance down at the writing on the shirt, then he turns to get a better look at the poor woman he's now sharing it with. He reaches the one hand he has free through the sleeve to her, offering a handshake.]

Since we're supposed to be getting along, according to the shirt, I may as well introduce myself: John Crichton. Hi.

[andyougoleft]

[That other someone? Has eyes wide enough to almost fall out of his head when he realizes he's sitting out in the open, trapped in some manner of restraints with a girl he doesn't even know.

Or actually he does know her. Of her. And Slevin realizes what, exactly, they're caught in the moment right before he rips it apart in panic. Instead he goes very, very still because honestly, causing a scene is only going to draw more attention, right? And attention is the opposite of what he wants.]

Um.

Only in theory. Never in practice. Hi.

[deadly_ned]

Not the teleportation part of it.

[The Piemaker awkwardly shifts his rolling pin to his one functional hand, glancing down at Else from their place in the kitchen.]

Comfortable?