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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. ]

Comments

[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.