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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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Unfortunately, Naomi's protests are a few fractions of a second too late, as Amos has already pulled hard on Alex's arm. He let out a sound that was half way between a cry and a hiss - ground out through his teeth as pure, sharp, blinding pain raked up his arm.

"Amos, goddamn it, you're gonna break my god damn arms!" He protested, which would have probably come out a lot cleaner if he wasn't hissing it through clenched teeth.

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Amos almost shrugs in answer. Just almost - were it another time and someone else, maybe he would have kept going, but Naomi's warning, along with the sound of pain coming from Alex is bad enough that Amos lets go, hands opened wide, held up by the sides of his head.

"Well, what the fuck do you wanna do? We have no welding tools," he says quickly, his eyes showing mild panic about the situation. Sure, his pilot needs his arms to fly, but he also won't do any flying with said arms stuck in a door...

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They can't panic. It never helps to panic, they all know that from experience. It's natural to do so, but after they yell a bit they need to get their heads on straight again. The door totally feels like just a normal door to her now, though, and she thumps on it with her fist in frustration. Forces herself to take a slow breath through her nose. Amos makes an excellent point.

"Neither will breaking his arms, since his hands must be past it. Alex, can you move your fingers?" Just gathering the facts, assessing the situation. "Technically he's not hurt yet, so we've got a minute to think. If we can't trigger the shift again, maybe someone else here has found the right tools, or has some kind of ability that would help. What exactly were you doing? Did you press somewhere in particular?"

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"I feel pretty damn hurt," he muttered in complaint, but he shifted his weight, steadying himself as he tried moving his hands.

They didn't move, firmly held in place, not even any space around his fingers. But trying it made his one arm seize up with pain and he grimaced. Amos had pulled harder than he'd thought, but they could deal with it later.

"Can't move a thing - my fingers feel just as trapped as the rest of my arms. Must've gone in at an angle. I wasn't doin' anything but pushin' on it to see if it's open--"

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"You want to call out to the rest of the station?"

When Naomi was right, she was right. Maybe there was someone with a welding tool, or some sort of power that could help, as much as the thought sat weirdly with Amos.

Ignoring Alex's complaint about feeling hurt, Amos looks at the door again, feeling around Alex's arm where it meets the wall, but more carefully this time.

"So does it feel like your fingers are in the metal too?"

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"Not particularly, but I want Alex to keep all of his limbs so it's probably the best plan." She pushes on the door again, then frowns and shifts her attention to the edges of the frame, looking for any possible device that might be nested there.

"Something must have caused the door to lose its structural integrity. Nothing I know of, but something. Metal doesn't just destabilize on its own."

Unless it's not metal? That's... possible. They've encountered self-healing and molding materials before, like the vac suits of the soldiers who boarded the Donnager. It's outside of her realm of experience but that doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

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"I would like to keep all my damn limbs too," Alex was muttering. He was doing his best not to panic, and thanks to Amos and Naomi being there he was mostly successful, but - he tested his hands again and shook his head.

"Think I must have been angling them up, they didn't get through the whole door, can't move 'em at all." He braced a knee against the now solid door and tried to pull himself back, but all it did was make his arm scream in pain again. Great? Great. Great. He grit his teeth.

"I didn't see any sort of button - there an access panel or something nearby?"

He shot Amos a look, and despite how calm his voice was, it was all too apparent that he wanted to get out of this thing and he wanted to get out of it right now.

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"If we do get the door open, it'll just cut your arms off at the doorframe. Or close back. I'm not doing that."

Still, he was tapping at the door console, trying to get something out of it that made sense. But it was just that - a door panel, announcing it closed and locked. It didn't say anything about sucking people through.

God, Amos's head hurts.

"Okay, we can try to cut through - even if you keep some fetching metal bracelets, at least you'd be out, right? But I've got nothing that could go through this kind of material."