Tesimal @ 24/4/2015 18:43

So tell me, Freyja, where you are from. Where has your journey start??

Where am I from? Well that's a question I cannot answer. I can tell you that I grew up on Mars in an orphanage, but I am very glad to have fled that hellish abyss.

Freyja eyes the little child named Aldo. "Poor thing," she thinks to herself, hopefully his life will turn out better than mine.

Melvin. You appear to spend more of your time drunk than you are lucid, don't you think that is unwise given our current mission?

Morwena @ 25/4/2015 2:41

Once we reach our destination I think we have to have someone watch over the kids. Freyja, you seem to be good with kids. I would feel confident leaving them in your hands, or in the robot's care or with Watts? The most importang thing is to not let them wander off on their own. Gods be willed, if the signs don't lie, we won't run into too much trouble.

If no one keeps an eye on the children, I fear for their safety... especially looking around at some of you.

It appears we not only have children, but feisty cats aboard this crew. Should prove interesting...

More strangers joining our already rowdy crew? Surely this is unwise.

Is anyone fond of the elderly, I don't deal well with parental figures.

Someone should keep an eye on Matilda here, she could get lost.

Morwena @ 25/4/2015 18:42

When one sense is declining in strength, another one usually steps in to fill in. Maybe this isn't the time or the place, but once this mission is done I think I can talk to my church and see if I can get you a pair of spectacles to improve your vision. Unless someone here has a pair to lend the old lady?

Unfortunately not, I fear for her safety.