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[donkeyballs]

» WHO? Alex, Amos, Naomi, Bobbie, Prax
» WHEN? Day 8 and catchall for may
» WHERE? Wandering around the Station
» WHAT? The crew of the Roci goes hunting for their missing members
» WARNINGS? Alex is going to get stuck in a door and there might be some violence initiated to try to get him out. Also: Catchall for other Roci crew threads. 


It felt a hell of a lot better, to have the three of them all together. Amos had a few days alone, and Alex was all too glad that hadn't been him. He'd only had a day to wonder how the hell he got there and where the rest of his crew was, before he found Amos. Then a couple days later they'd found Naomi. He was confident, now, that it was only a matter of time before they found the others - Holden and Prax. The cap and the plant guy. Alex hadn't even noticed when Prax had officially become someone he counted as crew. As family. It didn't matter. He was, now. And that meant that Alex was just as keen on finding him as he was on finding Holden.

He wanted to find the Roci, too, but he didn't have a hell of a lot of hope, for that one. Whoever or whatever had brought them here didn't seem too eager to give them a way out. He hated it - hated the idea that he was separated from her, that he didn't know where she was or who had her - but right now Holden and Prax were more important. Once they were all together, they could work on getting the ship back.

They'd started with the top floor and worked their way down. No door was left unopened (when they would open at all), no proverbial stone unturned. Despite the fact that they'd gone through a few floors, now, Alex was undeterred. They could still find them. And even if they didn't, that didn't mean they weren't on the station. Apollo's image had made it clear there was a hell of a lot more to this place than they had access to. So maybe they were being held somewhere else. But that didn't mean they weren't gonna try.

"Alright, I'll take this row," He said amiably, as if calling sides in a game of foot ball, walking towards a row of doors. He tried to open the first one, locked, and went for the next. "Anyone want to lay bets for what sort of person we accidentally walk in on, next?"

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[donkeyballs]

[ A little relief crossed his expression, and he realised then - maybe for the first time, in an honest, straightforward way - that they were friends. Not just two Martians stuck on a scrap piece of metal, but friends. That she obviously had considered him a friend this whole time, even when he didn't recognize her.

And that even though he hadn't, she had made it pretty damn easy to catch up. A surge of affection ran through him, reflecting in his sheepish expression. ]

.. Still. Thanks. I mean it.

You, ah- you had breakfast yet?

[marineris]

[She smiles slightly, shaking her head. He doesn't remember anything, sure, but it didn't take much time for them to fall into that easy sort of comfort again. Maybe it's because of their similar backgrounds, but she's not sure that explains all of it. Maybe it's just something that's intrinsically Alex.]

Nope. Why, is the slop extra flavorless today?

[donkeyballs]

No idea, ain't been down there yet.

[ He rubbed the back of his head awkwardly.]

Just figured if you hadn't, yet, maybe we could grab some grub together.

[marineris]

[Oh. Huh. She tilts her head slightly.]

Yeah, sure. Are you okay to eat?

[donkeyballs]

Oh, yeah. Probably need it, if I'm honest. An' I learned how to eat on a hangover years ago.

[ Damn, why did he feel so awkward? He cleared his throat. ]

Come on. I'll even be better company.

[marineris]

[She grins. He wasn't bad company last night, but he seems stuck on that, so she's not going to keep arguing with it. Instead, she closes the door to her quarters behind her and starts to head in the direction of the mess hall.]

You're buying.

[donkeyballs]

[ Look last time he tried to have a heart to heart with Amos, the guy paid a stranger to sit and listen to him. He's been conditioned. But at her easy grin, some of his nerves melted back and a grin of his own slipped onto his face. ]

Think I can manage that. Though I've heard about marine appetites, so maybe not. [ Teasing was good. Alright. He's got this.

He catches up and falls into step, already feeling a little better.]

[marineris]

We have appetites because we're not scrawny like you navy boys.

[Duh, Alex.]

[donkeyballs]

[ That even got a laugh, followed by a wince when the laugh made his head pound something fierce. ]

No one's called me scrawny in a hell of a long time. [ Not with his current paunch, anyway! ]

Even if I'm startin' to feel it. [ Between her and Amos and Frank.... ]

[marineris]

[Bobbie reaches over to feel his bicep, letting out a thoughtful him.]

Not completely hopeless.

[donkeyballs]

[ He glanced up, a little surprised, and then a little pleased, trying to smother his smile a bit. ]

That almost sounds like a compliment.

Met a kid here willin' to help me get into better shape, at least. Not like there's a hell of a lot else for me to do.

[marineris]

[Oh. They were working together back home, and something about that bugs her. Just more proof none of them remember her at all, maybe.]

I was training you at home if you need help.

[donkeyballs]

Oh? [ There was that brief uncomfortable twist that came every time he was reminded that he should know her better - that he should remember her - like a hole in the pit of his stomach that made his chest feel sour. But he pushed it down. ]

Well, hey now, if you wanna keep it up, id be more than grateful for the help.

[marineris]

[Bobbie smiles a bit, reflexively. This is still strange to navigate.]

If you think you can handle it.

[donkeyballs]

Might need to go a little easy on me until the arm heals up, but I'm sure I can still manage to do Mars proud.

[ His smile was warm as they got down to the mess hall - which was surprisingly quiet. Too late for the early risers and too early for the late ones. So they had their pick of the crop. ]

[marineris]

[It's kind of nice to see the mess hall so quiet, really.]

I bet you can. Pick your poison.

[donkeyballs]

[ His arms moved as if he was about to clap his hands and rub them together but luckily the sling was tight enough that it aborted before he could really regret that instinct. At least the pain was as sharp as it had been the first week, but still... He needed to stop doing that... ]

I'm takin' the one on the left and I'm gonna try to get it to make me some kind of sausage and beans. So probably get black soup again.

[ But he went over to give it a shot anyway. ]

[marineris]

Sausage and beans, huh? Sounds risky.

[And she's going to follow him and just wait to see how terribly this turns out.]

[donkeyballs]

Tried lasagna last time, and learned my lesson. Never again. [ He flashed her a grin when he said it, the headache still there but secondary to the company.

A few minutes later he had a red jelly like substance with bits of dark red stuff stuck in it. They did not quite look like either beans or sausage, and he frowned at it, poking at it with a fork and watching it wiggle. ]

... Well it ain't black.

[marineris]

[She just watches the substance come out, looking a little bit like she's delighted by this terrible, awful joke Alex is enduring.]

Somehow it still looks better than a veggie omelet MRE.

[donkeyballs]

That ain't exactly a high bar, [ He points out with an amused look. Carefully, he puts everything he needs on his tray and then balances it all on his good arm. ]

Go on, get your goop. I'll find us a seat. [ As if they didn't have their choice of the whole room. ]

[marineris]

[She doesn't really want her goop, but she lets out a long suffering sigh and toys around with the replicator for a second. When she finally joins him, it's with a tray full of something that looks vaguely like it could be some sort of hash scramble, if the potatoes were left out in the sun for a few weeks and the veggies were freeze dried. She joins Alex, plopping the tray down on the table and shaking her head.]

What did I do to deserve this?

[donkeyballs]

[ He offered her an amused grin as he carefully tried to split up his gelatinous meal into bite sized cubes with his fork.]

I think this is the true horror on this station. [ Gesturing at her meal with his fork, a red wiggly bit of something barely called food on the end of it. ] Pretty sure this constitutes a war crime.

[marineris]

[Bobbie laughs, reaching over to spear one of the cubes off of his plate.]

Pretty sure you're right. We can try it together.

[donkeyballs]

[ Alex smiled, glancing up at her, and there was something almost grateful in his expression. As if a couple more pieces were falling into place, in his head. A friend. A good one.

Something that he'd found here that hadn't come out all that bad, after all.]

Alright. Count of three, down the hatch. One, two -- [Where he would have said three, instead he shoved the bite into his mouth.

And then he made a helpless face. Yeah. War crime. For sure.]