[Open] Oh, the weather outside is frightful... But the fire is so delightful.

[dominateartimus]

Who: Sandrath / "Sandra" & you?
What: A fallen arch-angel just wandering around the ship with mistletoe.
When: All day December 9th
Where: Around the Black Tide.
Warnings: Will update if things change.
Notes: Brackets or prose is fine, will match. Tags from "Sandra" will be from sanindisguise.
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After being partially damaged from a bomb, Sandrath was being more careful around the ship but it didn't stop him from trying to find more of them. Although things got a little more difficult with the recent snowfall at the beginning of the month despite the Nameless' various attempts to keep the halls clear.

Today, he decided to take a break from bomb searching and try to up lift some spirits. Even if that meant making several trips to the marketplace on deck 6 to do so. He was armed with a fair bit of mistletoe and was intending to decorate residential decks appropriately.

Instead of a 6'3" dark haired man in elegant attire walking about, perhaps you bumped in to a 5'6" brunette woman wearing a winter jacket too large for herself with a mistletoe pendant.

Comments

[carterbeenbartered]

[Carter wanders the ship a lot. He likes to roam his new home and he likes to think that he's becoming familiar with the decks and, maybe, the people. There are even a few Nameless that he has seen a few times and could recognize.

Carter didn't recognize the woman walking down the hall, though. He automatically drops his gaze to her shoes and moves meekly to the side of the hall to let the disguised Sandrath pass.]

'Scuse me. Sorry.

[sanindisguise]

[She catches sight of Carter down the hall and tilts her head when the younger man lowers his gaze. Taking a moment to slow down, she recalled that he didn't want to accidentally 'bliss-out' someone by making eye contact. Then again, mentioning that little tidbit of information would be confusing since 'Sandra' wasn't in the right body.]

That's all right. [She smiles.] You weren't in my way.

[carterbeenbartered]

[Who was she? She's gorgeous. Carter can tell just by looking at her legs. He looks up, glances up her body and sees a fluffy jacket. He looks down again. Long, brown hair. A rich, melodious voice. Carter would have remembered her.

But she's friendly, so he relaxes. He still doesn't look at her face, though. That would just be rude to inflict a blissout. He looks at a spot near her shoulder and smiles.]

Hey, uh--have we met? I'm Carter. Are you new?

[sanindisguise]

I don't think we have. [She puts her hands behind her back for a moment before offering one in a hand shake.] It's nice to meet you, Carter, I'm Sandra.

[She was still smiling and her grip was rather gentle.]

I haven't been on this ship for very long, but I think whoever handed out this winter jacket gave me the wrong size.