august mingle;

[thecommissary]

This is the general mingle log for August. Feel free to post open top levels for: new arrivals, job duties, general hanging out in common spaces, bonding with your block, and anything else you can think of. There will not be a catch all for the event, so you can put event starters here or in their own separate log!

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[navigating]

It's my dream, as far as I understand it.

[ Which isn't well, but coming to his dominion is Abel's first instance of having reoccurring dreams, and no one else likely would have thought up a place so close to him as this. ]

Welcome to the Sleipnir Private Airport... Part of it, anyway.

[ Also in, y'know, space. ]

[fistpound]

Except now it's a space station, apparently. [Ardbert palms the back of his head as he looks around more, trying to take it all in.] Definitely looks like something out of a science fiction movie, down to the lack of colour in all the man-made things in the centre of the galaxy.

[Why must the future be so... monochromatic?]

Bloody unique dream though, I have to say that.

[navigating]

It's not too far off from how the real place looks. I don't know what the designer was thinking, but...

[ Looks around, taking it all in as if it's not just as familiar as the back of his hand. [

It kinda fits for a space station, hm?

[fistpound]

It's just a dream though, innit? [Ardbert is certainly misinterpreting what the other man is saying-- after all, he doesn't have any other context for what's going on in this place, and he certainly has never heard of any Sleipnir Private Airport.

Presumably because it's a private-- implying it's only for the rich and powerful.

Meaning, not for the likes of Ardbert.

Still, that doesn't stop him from striding to one of those windows and patting it to check if it's solid.]

And because it's yours... That'd make you the architect, whether you think so or not.

[navigating]

[ Look, no one's calling Abel rich, but his family is kinda loaded. So, yup, the guy got a plane and access to a private hangar pretty easily. ]

I guess so...

I don't know, I don't feel particularly in control of it. Is that weird?

[fistpound]

You say that like you can control your dreams on the regular. [Sue him, he's never been able to do that himself.] I've not heard of any being able to do that, being honest.

Would you call that weird?

[His words might be taken as harsh in some manner... but this is nowhere near the callousness that Ardbert has managed to reach in in the waking world. It's rather tame right now-- he's almost social, the way he is currently.]