“Okay, so what exactly makes this a mustard station?” I asked no one in particular.
“Well, I don’t know if you’re ready for this,” said the guy next to me, gesturing at my socks, “but actually this is a muster station. See that colored tag on your lifejacket? Even though it is saffron yellow, and coincidentally does seem to reference mustard,” he added thoughtfully. “That’s interesting. Each muster station has a different colored tag, and depending on what deck your room’s on, you muster—see how that works?—in a different place.”
“So this is some kind of, um, special solidarity ritual thing? Like in college—like a dorm mixer?”
“This is where you go,” the man replied, “in case we get hit by a cruise missile, friend.”
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Date: 2007-11-06 07:20 am (UTC)“Well, I don’t know if you’re ready for this,” said the guy next to me, gesturing at my socks, “but actually this is a muster station. See that colored tag on your lifejacket? Even though it is saffron yellow, and coincidentally does seem to reference mustard,” he added thoughtfully. “That’s interesting. Each muster station has a different colored tag, and depending on what deck your room’s on, you muster—see how that works?—in a different place.”
“So this is some kind of, um, special solidarity ritual thing? Like in college—like a dorm mixer?”
“This is where you go,” the man replied, “in case we get hit by a cruise missile, friend.”