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[holdensteady]

» WHO? James Holden, OTA
» WHEN? mid-late June
» WHERE? various
» WHAT? intro/catch-all post
» WARNINGS? none at this time

( A. Arrival, Deck 3 near Crew Quarters )

Waking up in the middle of a grimy hallway, in a jumpsuit similar to the one he always wears and yet different is disorientating. As he comes to, Holden doesn't feel quite right. It's with some difficulty that he pushes himself up off the ground, a low grunt of pain as the maneuver is difficult on his leg still healing from being crushed. The repeating message becomes the forefront of his focus then and he keeps one hand pressed to the wall as he searched out the sound, quickly seeing the device on the ground. He picks it up with a grimace, studying it and the logo doesn't mean a damned thing to him the same as nothing in his current surroundings do. His mind is searching for an explanation of his location. He slips the device on before using the wall as he moves down the hallway, searching for anyone to ask where the hell he is.

The last thing he remembers is being in the med bay on the Roci with Naomi and now he's certainly not on the Roci and Naomi isn't in sight either.

( B. Bar )

[ It doesn't take long to find the bar, not that it's what Holden's looking for. It's by chance but upon realizing what it is he goes in, searching for any familiar face. If he doesn't see one immediately he finds a place to sit -- not particularly interested in drinking and more concerned about finding his crew and answers. He keeps a watchful eye on those around, though, not immediately trying to talk to anyone and instead looks at the device again, trying to glean any useful information he could from it.

If nothing else, it gives him a rest from putting weight on his leg.

There is a point where he gives up on simply observing and whether someone's sitting nearby or walks by he says: ]

Hey, can I ask you a question? [ Namely, what the hell is going on? ]

( C. Wildcard )

[ Don't see what you want? Hit me with your best shot or contact me via PM or at poetanarchy! He's very likely to be found getting coffee in the mess hall or checking out the observation deck. ]

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thumbs up :D

[holdensteady]

[ Holden is only taken off guard for a moment after being jostled but it wasn't particularly hard and it doesn't bother him -- or he chooses not to be bothered -- even though the guy doesn't particularly sound sorry, which is sort of strange in a way. He looks over the man and the dor, the dog looks a bit more friendly than the human but one can't always judge by appearances and he doesn't completely.

He's finishing up with retrieving his cup of terrible coffee as the other grabs the mug. ]

I definitely don't think I need space school. [ In general, a school about this place might be helpful but the Science seems to mostly line up to what he knows it's the logic of being here that doesn't. ]

👌

[oorah]

No? Good, because I don't know dick about space.

[ there's the hint of a smile around the words, but it could easily be imagined. he would've just directed this guy to amos and alex anyway, or shown amos' SPACE RULES post to a newbie for the millionth time. he's glad enough to skip it.

frank drinks down his lukewarm coffee before instantly refilling it and moving on to snatch a protein bar from the replicators. it's much easier than trying to calibrate those things, a feat he usually doesn't have the patience for on a good day. ]

If you're a space guy, might wanna keep it to yourself. The rest of us have a nasty habit of asking annoying questions.

[holdensteady]

I think it'll probably be hard to hide with the company I tend to keep. [ And the fact that he'll probably find himself in the middle of something sooner or later as tends to be his MO. ]

Now, if only I was the kind of guy who could change these to make a halfway decent cup of coffee. [ A quick grin appears. Its probably not as useful as having more space guys around, though, but it would make the quality of life better. ]

[oorah]

[ company... wait a second. ] You know people here? People already here?

Someone's working on that, actually. They found the manual so maybe... not such a pipe dream after all. [ he's really psyched for real coffee ok ]

[holdensteady]

My crew is here. [ Holden says, and smiles briefly. ]

Don't go getting my hopes up now.

[oorah]

Yeah, well. [ he raises his cup in cheers before drinking down a healthy portion of the tasteless sludge. ] Can't get any worse than this, so we might as well be optimistic.

[ his crew. he heard him, he just... needs a moment to process. max is panting, looking back and forth between the two men. he sucks coffee off his teeth and narrows his eyes holden's way. ]

You're Holden. Captain of the Rocinante?

[holdensteady]

[ Holden is a little bit surprised at the connection that Frank makes, but then it doesn't seem so odd -- maybe. He glances briefly at the dog and really that dog makes him want to smile.

But he's a bit hesitant as he turns his eyes back to Frank. ]

I am. How do you know that? [ Though, he supposes it means this man must be acquainted with at least one of the others. ]

[oorah]

Alex looks for you every day. Sometimes I go with him. We do. [ he looks at max then back to holden. man they must be happy to have their captain back. it also makes him feel oddly bereft, like he's going to get kicked out of the treehouse any second. ]

Uh. Frank. [ he touches his chest in indication, trying to preempt any awkwardness for him knowing of holden when he's presumably heard nothing of frank. then he points to the dog. ] Max. Are you a Martian too? [ was that rude to ask? oh well. 2 late. ]

[holdensteady]

That sounds like Alex. [ Holden smiles briefly. It bothers him that it had been necessary at all. ]

It's nice to meet you Frank, and Max. [ A glance toward the dog. ] No, I'm from Earth.

[ Not that it means much to Holden anymore. ] So you've been helping Alex?

[ Maybe helping was the wrong word. ]

[oorah]

Us, too. [ he says with a nod, maybe uneccessary, but still true. frank considers the question, but then ends up nodding again. ]

He's a good guy. We do what we can.

[holdensteady]

[ If anyone was a good guy it's Alex so he's happy -- maybe a strong word for it -- that there's been an extra set of eyes on him. ]

Well, thank you for that. You know the rest of my crew then too?

[oorah]

[ he nods, it's second nature to help someone who might be able to get everyone out of here. and if holden is everything they say he is, then it fits. ]

Uh, Alex. Naomi, Amos, Prax, Bobbie... They're all good people, as far as I can tell. You're lucky to have them.

[holdensteady]

[ Holden nodded in agreement. He did have good people, even if he doesn't know that much about Bobbie she's been spoken of highly enough. ]

Yeah, it took me a while to realize that. [ He shrugs and takes a long drink from the coffee he had. ]

Do you have people here too?

[oorah]

[ people. he looks down at max, then back up to holden. ] I have Max.

And a friend. [ karen. it's better not to open that can of worms yet. ] There are more people from where I'm from, but I'd never met them before. [ meanwhile this guy gets his whole crew handed to him on a silver platter upon arrival. this place really wasn't fair. ]

[holdensteady]

[ Silver platters and spoons kind of happen to Holden whether he looks for them or not. ]

Hard to say whether it's a good thing or not. Doesn't seem like this is the sort of place to wish on anyone.