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Hey everyone.

I'm sure some sort of demographics survey has been done in the past but I haven't seen one since I've been here and I'm curious. I've tried to keep it pretty basic. I know people are touchy about their privacy, and I know some aren't cool with being asked about special abilities/skills/powers/whatever, so obviously skip questions if you want to, no hard feelings. I'd rather just get name/age/planet than nothing at all, you know? Not like I'm going to hunt you down and force you to fill it out. But if you're willing to be more complete that'd be awesome and if there's something you think is important that I didn't include a field for, let me know.

Maybe there's a pattern here somewhere, maybe there's not, but at the very least it might be interesting or provide some useful data for department recruitment or something. Maybe you'll find some friends, whatever.

Thanks!

UPDATE: On request from several of our fellow passengers, I'm adding a 'relationship status' field. You're all welcome. Feel free to edit/update your entries accordingly if you want to.

(ooc: feel free to treat this as threadjack city as far as I'm concerned. if you squint it's kind of almost like an ic cr meme?)

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[g r o s s and he pulls a face.]

Burlap sack, that means we'd have to see his scrawny legs, right? No-o thank you. But to each their own, I s'ppose, even if I'll never understand--

[And ANYWAYS now there are rites to discuss!]

Never heard of it. What sort of things go on at Beltane rites? Just so I can properly plan space Christmas, y'know, I'll have to know.

( s u c c e s s ! elizabeth's blue eyes dance merrily. )

They are hardly what I might deem scrawny, sir. But you are right! To each their own. Though there is no accounting for taste.

( teasing him was fun, ngl. )

You have not heard of May Day? I confess to being surprised! Bonfires, druids, flowers, and couples wandering off together into the night. Among other things.

[going to wash his brains out with soap ugh Cesare's bare legs ugh ugh ugh

MOVING ON.]

Oh, May Day. 'Course I've heard of May Day. But that's a bit distant from Christmas, innit. Different traditions, even if there's still couples wandering off together into the night.

[Speak of the devil and he doth appear! Unfortunately enough for Sirius, Cesare slides up behind Elizabeth, all small smiles and quizzical expressions. Is he being friendly? Just about. Is he suspicious? Most definitely. He wraps an arm around Elizabeth and gives her a playful but protective squeeze.]

What is this of couples in the night?

( the moment he enters the room, her focus shifts entirely. her lashes flutter, and she gazes up at cesare with a fond look which betrays a good deal of her relief. thank god. just when she’d been scraping the bottom of the barrel of methods to deflect sirius’ flirting.

elizabeth subtly leans back into his hold, and smiles at him. )

I was explaining to Mr. Black that if he wishes everyone to attend his Yuletide celebration unclothed, he might as well be celebrating May Day. Of which he seems to know very little!

[Cesare listens carefully, eyes narrowing ever so slightly at her words, though he raises an eyebrow in an attempt to be lighthearted. This is Cesare being kind. It is a shame, really, that he doesn't quite know the entirety of what’s going on right now. If he did, he would be gloating like an asshole.]

It seems as though Mr. Black would rather The Bacchanalia than celebrations of our Lord...

[Ren!faire jokes, Sirius. You wouldn't understand.]

( elizabeth has the grace to flush, though she laughs merrily. )

Beltaine has nothing to do with our Lord, either, as it happens. I think you are quite correct.

Edited (this hex colour is being difficult, apologies!) 2014-08-19 16:45 (UTC)

[Oh, gross. That thought is in part for the sicky expression she gets on her face, when Cesare enters the picture--but mostly gross is for Cesare entering the picture at all. Not exactly what Sirius wants to be confronted with, especially not after all that talk of bare legs and things. Gross.

He suppresses the very visible shudder that he wants to give, and instead gives them both a smile that's-- only a little pained, maybe.]

Hi.

[This is to Cesare, obviously; look how kind and polite he is!]

What I'm saying is, I just don't see why we can't have a bit of both. Bacchanalia-themed Christmas. Anyways, she's the one that brought it up--not that I'm opposed to the idea, mind you, I'm just saying. It would certainly add a bit of spice to the ol' Christmas celebrations.

( the pained turn of his smile causes her own to fade a little. her intent had never been to hurt him. elizabeth softens her features some, and responds to him quickly to assuage some of that pain if she can. )

Are you quite well, Sirius? I was jesting a good deal. I am sorry. ( though, his next words make her brows pinch together and her nose to wrinkle. )

It was not my idea in the first place. But it was a better alternative than me attending such an occasion unclothed as you suggested. Thus the jest.

[Attending unclothed. As suggested. Well, fuck. Cesare knows that Sirius is a cad but this is on a whole other level. First his sister and now his girlfriend? Find your own girl, Black. Cesare’s grip on Elizabeth subconsciously tightens slightly.]

Perhaps we should all be remaining clothed on such an occasion and allow the focus to be on Our Lord, yes?

[Ok, so perhaps Cesare couldn't care less about Jesus, but he’ll mention Him if it’s useful. There’s nothing like a good bit of Catholic guilt to force everyone to be decent.]

[While he could honestly answer her with something like no this scowl is actually because I keep accidentally having to imagine your grotty boyfriend's weird and naked legs, or something to that effect... well. Sirius restrains himself, and waves away her apologies.]

Nah, I can take a joke. Er, a jest. And I did say that everyone was going to go unclothed. Even the playing field a little. I'll take credit for the suggestion, if you like.

[The opportunity to discuss this bit of the conversation cheers him a little, at least--enough so that Sirius can turn a blithe smile on Cesare. Catholic guilt only works on the Catholic, bro.]

Then again, if you want clothes, mate, I s'ppose I can't argue with that. But everyone else ought to have the opportunity to celebrate as they wish, wouldn't you say? No hard rules at Christmas.

( his remark merely causes elizabeth to further wrinkle her nose. )

I do not wish to regret apologizing to you, sir. It was me you wished to see unclothed, and not the entire populace of the ship.

And I will argue that Yule does have rules: that it be celebrated with good cheer and pomp, and without disgracing the occasion with nudity. I was merely jesting, in fact. If there is to be a May Day celebration, it should occur separately. But that means two celebrations you must deliver forthwith, rather than one.

( she leans into cesare’s grasp, and turns her head to place a kiss upon his cheek. )

We shall certainly enjoy both, is that not right, Cariad?

[Woah. Did you hear that? Cariad. She just called Cesare Cariad. He doesn't know what it means but he’s pretty damn sure that she called him a diminutive. He could fight Sirius, he could, but it seems as if Elizabeth is doing most of that for him. She has it all very much under control. He smiles and leans back, relaxing.]

Though perhaps one is all that he can survive? He has taken a long time in arranging our first set of celebrations. [Ok. So maybe Cesare can’t resist throwing a little punch himself.]

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