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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]

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.]

[marineris]

[She could pull back at the last second and let him eat it himself, but she doesn't. She follows suit and instantly regrets it. Her hand goes to her mouth and she half coughs and half chokes, making a horrified face. The texture is awful, maybe even worse than the taste, but she manages to force it down.]

What the hell did you ask for?

[donkeyballs]

Sausage and beans. [ He says it almost mournfully. No. There's no 'almost' in that. He's definitely grieving over this travesty of a dish. ]

Maybe next time I should just ask for Lentil Soup.

[marineris]

I don't think that would help.

[She nudges her plate towards him. Want to take a leap of faith, Alex?]

[donkeyballs]

[ He gives her a look that resembles a kicked puppy, but he's hamming it up mostly for her benefit. He spears a bit on his fork, then raises it in a mock salute. ]

Remember me as I lived.

[marineris]

[She grins at him.]

Yeah? What do you want me to say at your funeral?

[donkeyballs]

'Best damn gunship pilot the MCRN never let fly'. [ His tone was amused, and then before he lost his nerve he slipped the food into his mouth.

Ugh. The texture was a little better. But not a hell of a lot else... ]

... We're all gonna die here.

[marineris]

[Some friend she is, because she looks entirely too amused at his suffering.]

Not everything can be your lasagna, sailor.

[donkeyballs]

[ He grinned, at first, but then something flickered in his expression. Another memory that he didn't have. The smile stayed on his lips but there was something sad in his eyes, and he started poking at his food. ]

Made some for ya, huh? Well that's a relief. Don't look like I'm gonna be able to make any here, any time soon.

[marineris]

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, yeah?

[She slides her tray back.]

What's that look for?

[donkeyballs]

At this rate, I'll be pining for those MRE's even.

[ At the question, his brows twitched, furrowing slightly, before he frowned down at his plate. ]

Sorry, Gunny. It ain't - it's just weird, is all. Makes my damn head hurt, tryin' to remember. But I still can't. I know it's true - there ain't no way in hell you ain't been aboard the Roci - but it's still...

[ His frown deepened, and he pushed the food around his plate. ]

You even got lasagna. Don't you think I - Hell, I owe it to you, to remember, don't I?

[marineris]

[Bobbie's smile fades, but she just shrugs. It's weird for her, too, but that doesn't mean she wants him to feel guilty.]

It's not your fault.

[Her voice is a bit softer, now.]

We'll figure it out.

[donkeyballs]

[ But he does feel guilty. Though part of him feels angry - like someone else stole this from him.

He spears a piece of gelatinous disgusting shit, and wiggles it on the plate. ]

... Yeah.

I just - wanted to say thanks, I guess. For puttin' up with it. An' I hope I get my head back on right soon.

[marineris]

Hey, you saved our asses. All of you did, but without your fancy flying, Chrisjen and I would have been dead. That earns you a little patience.

[Or a lot of patience and gratitude, more realistically.]

[donkeyballs]

[ A lopsided smile rose to his lips, eyes raising finally to actually look at her. ]

Well, guess then I should thank m'self. Normally I like to remember my darin' rescues, but -- Anyway - Thanks, is all. For bein' around. And whatever else.

Look, I have a headache, let's just say I said something damn eloquent about friendship and family an' get back to tryin' to kill ourselves with whatever the hell this 'food' is supposed to be.

[marineris]

[The smile is a welcome change of pace, and Bobbie smiles back.]

Sure thing. If you're that excited about your food, you can eat mine, too. And I'm expecting that speech later.

[donkeyballs]

I'll try to come up with somethin' good and rivetin' and worth the wait.

[ He starts eating (just his own, thanks but no thanks, Bobbie), and can't help but think about lasagna while he does it, which just makes it worse. ]

Though you better tell me now if I've given you speeches before, so I don't repeat myself.

[marineris]

Nah. No big speeches.

[Time to dig in, she figures, but she eats the food methodically, more like it's a chore to get through than anything else.]

You can give me as many as you want.

[donkeyballs]

[He smiled, and for a few minutes there was just companionable silence as they ate, though something was niggling at the back of his head. He'd just finished another search for Holden, before he went looking for Bobbie, but...]

... The deputy undersecretary must be here too, now that I think about it. [ A small frown pulled at his lips. ] Keep thinkin' I only need to find Holden, but if you're here, then she should be, too.

[marineris]

[Bobbie can't help but frown too, pushing her food around on her tray.]

If they've got her here, they have to be holding her very securely. She'd be raising hell otherwise.

[donkeyballs]

Yeah. Same with the Cap. Maybe that's why they're still holdin' 'em.

We ain't nearly as much of a flight risk, long as they're still keepin' 'em hostage.