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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?"

Comments

[marineris]

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.

[oorah]

[ 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?

[donkeyballs]

[ 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.

[marineris]

[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?

[oorah]

[ 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.

[donkeyballs]

[ 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... ]

[marineris]

[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?

[oorah]

[ he takes a step forward again, unconsciously putting his feet in track with bobbie's. backing her up as it were. frank crosses his arms over his chest and manages to look severely put upon by the entire exchange. ]

Well?

[donkeyballs]

[ If Frank looked put upon, Alex looked far more put upon, and sighed. ]

Alright, alright, alright, ya'll made your point, no blood donations with broken bones. [ He's being stubborn, but: ]

An' I won't do it again without runnin' it by the crew first. Happy?

[marineris]

[She'd be happier if he said he wasn't going to do it again at all, so her mouth twists, but... Ugh. He's a big boy. He can take care of himself. That doesn't mean she won't worry.]

Fine. You've got a knack for getting hurt, you know that?

[oorah]

[ that's more like it alex!!!! and he feels infinitely better knowing that he's part of that 'crew' equation now, of people it will be run by. even if, like bobbie, he would prefer it not be a thing at all. ]

Ecstatic. I'm gonna go track down my dog now.

[ aka bye suckers. he gives bobbie a look like you got this? ]

[donkeyballs]

I'm fine, Gunny, I ain't hurt. [ Orher than, you know, the broken arm. He frowned at Frank. ]

You lost Max?

[marineris]

[That's a lie, but if Alex is going to be stubborn about it, she's not going to keep arguing.]

What dog?

[oorah]

I didn't lose- I'm sure he's with Karen. Or Kamala. ...Or Clary. [ he shrugs a little helplessly. he had been in a rush to track down alex and as such hadn't totally secured a dogsitter before taking off. max is a smart boy, and the station is finite. he has confidence he'll be okay. but wait ] You haven't met Max?

[ he asks bobbie like it's a travesty, because it completely is. he's sure she's never met a dog before max, same as alex. they'd have to fix that. ]

[marineris]

No?

[What's the big deal, Frank!]

How is there a dog on the station?

[oorah]

[ omG he blinks a few dozen times before trying to formulate a reply. seriously bobbie!!!! ]

How are any of us on this station? [ like... he remembers just then that he has a picture. or a hologram, etc whatever. he scrolls through his device and projects an image of max for bobbie. do you understand yet??? ] This is Max, he's a friend from home.

[marineris]

[Bobbie shoots him a look, but she leaves Alex's side to inspect the picture, and... okay. He's cute. But he looks just like any other dog she's seen a picture of.]

He's... cute?

[That's what he wants to hear, right?]

[donkeyballs]

Honestly, he's a lot cuter in person.

[ The photos were cute, but it was an entirely different thing actually meeting a dog. ]

[oorah]

[ ugh martians!!!!! he stashes the picture back in the gallery on his device and rolls his eyes. ]

I have to go find him for you to meet him, but we'll be at the bar later if you wanna drop by.

tagging is really hard okay don't judge me

[marineris]

[Bobbie seems to consider this, then nudges Alex with her elbow.]

You're just happy we're getting off track.

[And then she glances back at Frank.]

And you're not allowed to pull any stupid stunts either.

[Just so they're clear! Since that seems to be going around!]

[donkeyballs]

[ He's about to make some sort of denial - even if it is the truth - but luckily she turns on Frank instead. Good. ]

Think I'm about ready to hit the sack, if I'm honest. Get a couple hours nap, anyway.

Good luck, Frank, he's probably around charmin' all the ladies.

[oorah]

[ he starts to smile at her [literal] ribbing of alex, but then it drops right off his face when she tells him to be careful. apparently it's fine for them to mutually worry about alex, but her worrying about him? terrifies him. he starts to back away tellingly. ]

Text me if you need anything, asshole. [ he loves you. but then he offers up a shrug for bobbie. ] I'm not letting a vampire bite me this century, I can promise that much.

[ and then he's offering a lame wave before beelining for the elevator. THAT'S ENOUGH FEELINGS FOR ONE ETERNITY ]

[marineris]

[Bobbie rolls her eyes at that incredibly telling reaction. Why are these two like this? When Frank leaves, she turns back to Alex.]

Let me know if you need anything, yeah? Or if you want me to rough anyone up for you.

[She's... partially kidding.]

[donkeyballs]

How 'bout we try not to rough anyone up for a while. [ His tone is half tired and half amused. ]

I'm fine, Gunny. Honest. I'll catch you later for some grub, alright?

[marineris]

Sounds good. Stay safe.

[And with that, she'll leave him to it. It looks like he needs to sleep for a million years anyway.]