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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?"

Comments

[tumang]

"Fixing what? Deimos?"

Amos tilts his head.

"I know I'm impressive and all, but I don't think I can put a moon back together by myself."

Is he playing obtuse? Maybe. It's easier than talk about his feelings, though, even if, for some reason, Bobbie makes it somewhat easy to consider, maybe because she knows where he comes from, who he is, but without all the baggage Naomi and Alex carry.

Prax - well, it's different with Prax.

[marineris]

She scoffs, crossing her arms and looking entirely unimpressed. "I meant the flag and you know it. Did your plan work?"

[tumang]

Amos shrugs. "He didn't punch me. But we stopped not talking to each other, after that. So I guess he forgave me, right?"

[marineris]

"I guess so." Which is... weird. She understands the 'punch it out' school of conflict resolution, obviously, but the 'piss off your friend until he forgives you' school is not one she's familiar with. "Is that how your crew usually solves things?"

[tumang]

"No. Holden and Naomi tend to fuck their issues away."

Which doesn't work, generally, but they enjoy living in denial, it seems.

"Otherwise we vote on most stuff."

[marineris]

She snorts, half amused and half surprised by the bluntness of that statement. "So you're saying you and Alex don't fuck your issues away."

[tumang]

Amos chuckles. "Nah. Don't get me wrong, he's a good looking man, but he's too hung up on being a Good Martian Husband for that."

[marineris]

Bobbie blinks at him incredulously, her eyebrows going up. "Good Martian husband? Since when is he married?"

[tumang]

Amos pauses, looking at Bobbie for signs that she's fucking with him, and finding none. She seems to actually not know about Alex's family.

Well, well, well. Now, that's interesting.

"A while, according to the man. His kid is like, 7 or 8, I think?"

[marineris]

She's definitely not fucking with him, judging from the look on her face. It's not like they had much time for heart to heart conversations while she was on the Roci, but still.

"I've never even seen a ring on his finger."

[tumang]

Funny, that. Amos remembers Alex wearing the ring all the time, but recently, it'd been off.

"He took it off recently. I guess, before you came on board, too."

Amos raises an eyebrow. "Does it bother you?"

[marineris]

Bobbie's mouth twists. She's not sure how to take that question. Actually, she's not sure what an honest answer would be. "Why would it?"

[tumang]

Amos chuckles, before shrugging with one shoulder.

"Dunno, it just looked like it did. Is it because he didn't tell you, or because you want him?"

[marineris]

That catches her utterly off guard, and she struggles to think of a response for a second. Then she rolls her eyes, expression closing off. "Do you always dig into things that aren't your business?"

[tumang]

Amos tilts his head, an amused look on his face. "She says, after asking me about my past with Alex."

He pauses, before raising an eyebrow. "Let's call us even, huh?"

[marineris]

She scoffs. He's right, and she can't even be that angry about it. "Fine. Even on all counts. I'll see you around."