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» 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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[ Alex had been deep in his own thoughts when he stepped out the door, and he hadn't been expecting an ambush - so he looked genuinely shocked when suddenly he was pulled out into the hallway.

He looked fine, for the most part. A little more pale, a little more tired. And there was a bandage at his throat.

Still, he rolled his shoulder out from under Frank's hand, glancing quickly between him and Bobbie as if he could figure out exactly what the hell was going on here.]

I told ya. I just donated a bit of blood. Christ, Frank, what the hell are you doin' out here? [ He looked at Bobbie with an expression that clearly read "tell me he didn't talk you into this."]

[ bobbie's words register late, but he doesn't grab for alex again when the man shrugs him off. he seems... okay, which is the only thing that visibly starts to calm him, but his heart is still racing. ]

That's what I was going to ask you, partner. [ alex doesn't get to be upset that he's worried about this!!! holy shit. his fingers reach out, touching gently along alex's jaw to get him to move his head so frank can see the bandage. ] What were you thinking?

[Okay, so Frank's got the overprotective mother part of this equation down, apparently. Alex shoots Bobbie a look and she sighs, crossing her arms and just watching for a second as Frank gets all up in Alex's personal space again.]

Sorry. I just wanted to see if you were okay.

[And ask him what the hell he was thinking, but Frank's got that covered, too.]

I didn't realize we were going to try to wrap you in bubblewrap.

[ He lets Frank manhandle him, even turning his head obediently. The bandage wasn't even bloody.

He was going to answer in a much more annoyed tone, but then Bobbie cut in to clarify (and apologize) and he relaxed a little. At least it didn't sound like he'd have to fight Gunny on this one. ]

I thought I was a grown-ass man who could help who I felt like helpin'. I'm fine, Frank. [He looked at Bobbie as if to confirm it for her, too, but Frank was clearly the one who needed reassuring, right now.]

I ain't even hurt, you can relax.

[ the words slice him up inside, but he hears them. he understands. alex is alright, and really, he looks no worse for wear. a broad hand stays on the side of alex's face and he nods. it's done so he has to accept that it happened. which doesn't mean he likes it any more than a second ago, but at least he's looking less unhinged. ]

Why did you do that? [ it's in a smaller voice, but he doesn't seem willing to let go any time soon ]

[ He brings his good hand up to pat at Frank's wrist. Good, he was relaxing. Almost gave him a damn heart attack, but now Alex felt a little bad for making him worry. ]

Kid needed help. A hell of a lot more help than I can give him on my own, but. He was wounded, before he came here. Real bad. Caught him passed out in the head, once, shower still goin' while he lay there.

Look, god knows I don't understand how we end up with a vampire of all damn things, but the kid's no monster. He told me the first time I met him, what he was. And what it entailed. And I ain't gonna say that it makes any sense, but-- He's one of us, stuck here the same way we are.

And if one of you needed a blood transfusion, I'd be first to volunteer there, too. That's all it is.

[Bobbie is just waiting for them to work whatever this is out, so she's staying quiet nearby, but then Alex gives that ridiculous explanation and she scoffs.]

Someone drinking your blood is worlds away from a blood transfusion, Alex.

That's not the same thing. [ he insists, agreeing with bobbie and tossing her a look over his shoulder. even if he's honestly starting to get why alex did it, he just can't get behind the result. ]

You're hurt, too. This could slow down your healing. [ especially if something else life-threatening happens, which frank is all but betting on. this place has been too quiet too long. ] Just... tell me you're not planning to do that shit again any time soon.

[ He flashed Gunny a tired look, and then one to Frank too. ]

Into the bloodstream either way, in the end, just a little less direct.

[ He's being a little obtuse, but only a little. He lost blood either way - and it got used to help someone else. It wasn't that big a leap.

At Frank's second point, however, he just sort of rolled his (good) shoulder.]

I'm just fine - it's healin' fine. And I ain't about to make myself a blood bank, hoss. I know the rules. Three weeks, minumum, to make up the loss for a pint of blood.

[ That wasn't exactly what he meant, Alex... ]

[Bobbie blinks at that, and then her eyes narrow as she takes a step forward.]

You'd better not be saying what I think you're saying.

[Because what she thinks he's saying is that he really is planning on becoming a blood bank for this guy.]

Who is this kid, anyway? What's his name?

[ his hand drops from alex's face, though he isn't in a hurry to get out of his space altogether, especially not when he goes and says a thing like that. frank's eyes fly open wide in alarm, craning his neck to give bobbie a look like can you believe this guy??!?? ]

You were supposed to say it was a one-time deal. [ he points out even if the ONE TIME is way too many as far as frank's concerned. like what the actual fuck, man??? ]

I ain't sayin' anything other than I won't be givin' anyone any of my blood for a little while. But I ain't about to make promises when I don't know the future, either. [ He sounded stubborn. ]

His name's Alucard. He ain't from our universe, I don't think. Unless we somehow missed vampires existin'.

[She's with you, Frank. It's obvious now that Bobbie is getting more and more upset.]

Do you realize how stupid that sounds?

[ frank blows out a long breath through his nose, clenching a fist by his side. ]

Alex. [ it's a warning tone if ever there was one, like a low growl from a street mutt. and really, it's not so inaccurate. ] You can't do that again.

[ he won't let him!!!! and he's getting the sense neither will bobbie. ]

[ Alex isn't all that less annoyed than either of them are, and if both his arms were fine he'd be crossing them, but it turns out that's hard to do while in a sling. So instead his expression just firms up a bit.]

Far as I see if, we've got damn few options for gettin' off this station. We need to get those doors open. I can't do that, but if the kid gets his strength back, he can. So if my best use is makin' sure he's doing alright, then I'm gonna do that.

That isn't your best use. And if the kid needs blood, he can find someone besides my pilot to snack on. Come here.

[Bobbie reaches for Alex's arm. She wants to see that wound for herself.]

[ frank hovers, watching her inspect the wound as he tries to forcibly calm himself down again. ]

You trust this kid? Alucard?

You find me somethin' to fly and I'll revise my statement. [ But the 'my pilot' caught him a little off guard- a flash of genuine surprise crossing his face before he could stop it. It meant that he didn't even try to pull away, at least, stepping closer to her as he was bade and letting her have full access to the bandage on his throat. ]

Much as I trust anyone who ain't crew. Like I said, kid's been straight with me from the beginnin', and if he really wanted to hurt me, he just had his chance.

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I still don't like it.

[Bobbie peels up the bandage carefully, clucking her tongue as she sees the wound. That sure is a bite mark.]

And you know flying isn't all you're good for.

[ he takes a step back suddenly, giving them space. much as i trust anyone who ain't crew. isn't that him? not like overstepping his bounds is really anything new, but maybe it isn't his place to worry about alex at all. he barely knows the guy, in the scheme of things. alex certainly doesn't know who he is. yet he'd sprinted across half the ship looking for an excuse to slice into a person who hurt him, even if it was consensually. there's a noticeable pause before frank speaks up again, standing completely apart from them now. ]

How can he get through the doors?

[ The wound had already scabbed over - whatever the hell was in Alucard's bite having sped up the healing it would usually take.

Alex almost found himself apologizing to Bobbie, but he caught it before he left his lips. No. He wasn't sorry. And he wasn't about to apologize just out of reflex. ]

We ain't exactly doin' target acquisition, either.

[ He glanced at Frank as the man took a step back, and great, now he felt guilty in two different ways. It was a little too easy to read it off him, at the moment, and Alex couldn't decide if addressing it or not addressing it was the better option -

But Alex had never shied away from trying to keep his family together, and at the moment, that had come to include both of them. ]

I don't mean you, Frank, you're crew. He's not crew, but I trust him. [ There. That was clear, right? ]

Apparently he's like the others - or similar, anyway. Revan. Apollo. Hell of a lot stronger than a human, and if he's got his strength up he might be able to rip right through one of them. If he can't - well, we'll learn that fast enough.

[God, that weirds her out. Bobbie replaces the bandage, smoothing her fingers along Alex's skin to stick the adhesive down again.]

Do Revan and Apollo need blood before they rip things open? Why don't we use them?

[ alarm settles over his expression, fixing alex with the weight of it as he slowly catches up. he's crew? their crew? bobbie didn't correct him, or even really react, which is even weirder. did everyone know this but him??? ]

She's right, plenty of other people can do what he can without taking anything from you to do it. [ and that matters to him, maybe a lot more than it should. but if he's crew to alex, then alex is family to frank. and that's just that. ] Besides, tearing shit open hasn't actually gotten us anywhere.

[ he holds up his right palm, the ugly scar still peeling up his skin in places in a reminder of when he'd tried to break his own door. then he points to alex's arm. same shit, bro. ]

We need nerds, not vampires.

[ For himself, Alex feels a lot more relaxed now that neither of them look like they're about to put a guy's head through a wall - though the alarm in Frank's expression probably isn't good.]

They don't, and we will use them, too. We need everyone on board for this. We need to get to ops, or engineerin' at the very least.

And you ain't wrong, Frank, but we gotta work with what we've got, too. We can't even get at the control systems, yet, to let the 'nerds' take a look at it.

We need everyone at their A-game.

[ Says the man with the broken arm donating blood... ]

[Yeah, like Bobbie is going to let that slide. She shoots Frank a look—a very "please help me" look—then turns back to Alex.]

You've got a broken arm and someone just bled you. A stiff breeze could blow you over right now. You want to retry that argument?

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