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[donkeyballs]

» WHO? Alex Kamal and You~
» WHEN? After Mike's Meeting up until the August mod plot
» WHERE? All over
» WHAT? Alex just got canon updated and came back to find a lot of shit
» WARNINGS? existential crisis

one. finding his vac suit. open.

It was just routine, by now, for him to go down to the airlock and check over the vac suits - make sure none of them were leaking and that they were all ready to go in case of an emergency. So he was mostly running on autopilot, as he headed down there, but as he walked past the airlock door he caught sight of something through the view port. He stopped dead, before quickly hitting the access panel, the door sliding open.

Inside waited a suit - specifically, a Martian vac suit. He felt like he was seeing things, as he walked up to it. It wasn't just any vac suit, though. It had all the scuffs and scratches and marks as his suit, from the Roci. He touched it carefully, then turned to look at whoever had stopped to see his surprise, and said, "I ain't sure I should be askin' any questions, but damn. This is mine. Have they had this the whole time?


two. finding the rest of his gear. semi-closed to roci crew / close cr.

He didn't want to leave the vac suit in the airlock - wanted to get Amos to take a fine toothed comb over the thing - so he carried it back to the shared quarters. He set it up in a corner, fussing a little bit, when he spotted something in the bathroom.

"What the --"

He found the little tray of cucumber sandwiches, and pulled them back out into the main room. "What the hell am I even lookin' at?"

A little while later, with a surprised sound, he found his clothes folded up, and changed into his Tachi jumpsuit and shirt, immediately feeling more comfortable once both of them were on. There was another shirt, too, which seemed more like Bobbie's size than his, and an extra communicator in his pocket. Whenever either of them wandered into the room, he'd hold out the item and say, "Think this one is better off with you."

Later, he'd find the bottle of gin in his toilet, and almost laugh as he pulled it out. He knew exactly where that was going. He pulled out his communicator and pinged Miller with the message: Got somethin' for you, gumshoe.


Wildcard

[ OOC: Ask me for a prompt, or feel free to see Alex wandering around in his new digs, or in his suit about to take a test trip out the airlock. He disappeared for 48 hours before this, so feel free to ask where the hell he's been. ]

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[possidetur]

Vanessa didn't venture down to the airlocks very frequently though, after being plagued by her fears and uncertainties, she's been making a little more of an effort to visit the areas of the station that she is less familiar with, to try and learn a little more.

It's here that she finds Alex, caught in his own moment of surprise. Was something wrong? Something that even he didn't know? It got her to move closer until Vanessa had caught his attention, finding it so much clearer now.

It was strange but certainly nothing to be too concerned with.

"And if so why did they only put it out now?" Though considering that recently she'd found two of her dresses, things that had been in her wardrobe at home, as well as her tarot cards--

She crosses her arms over her, looking at the strange suit.

"It seems that many of us are finding things that are familiar."

[donkeyballs]

His fingers smoothed over the armour plating as he looked at her, utterly bewildered.

"I mean, I knew it'd been happenin', but..." He trailed off, looking at the suit, before reaching out and taking the helmet into his hands, turning it over. "Damn. Half the scratches, I only got in the last six months."

It might have seemed a strange thing to say, and indeed, there was something strange about Alex himself. There were two parallel scars on his cheek that hadn't been there a few days ago - and looked far too healed to be new. "... Ain't gonna lie, if this means the Roci is somewhere here after all..."

[possidetur]

His words only half register, her attention caught by the scars on his face. She steps forward, hand reaching out to rest on his cheek. His suit is very fascinating but she's more concerned with him and his wellbeing.

"What happened?"

[donkeyballs]

He paused, looking a little surprised at her, when she touched his face, blinking for a second before his brain caught up. Then he looked a little embarrassed.

"I, uh - It's kinda a long story. Long and short of it is - you know those cryo pods down in the med bay? They do somethin' pretty damn weird. I ain't really figured out yet how it happened or why, but - I was in there for 48 hours, give or take, only for me it feels like six months went by." He gestured to his cheek.

"Got those back home, durin' the massive deceleration."

[possidetur]

Vanessa frowns, studying his wounds before taking a step back, hand falling from his face.

"You were at home-- physically?"

Or did it feel like a dream to him? Though if it was a dream, and he was in the pods the entire time, how did he get the marks if they had happened at his home?

"Did someone see you remain in the pods?"

[donkeyballs]

"Yeah, Bobbie an' the others found me, kept an eye on me - so I know I was here. Honestly, darlin', I ain't got an idea in hell how it works, but - maybe it was just lettin' me remember somethings I forgot."

He's intentionally not thinking too hard about the marks on his cheek or the stab wound in his arm, though.

Just trying not to think about that.

[pampa]

[ he looks down at his communicator and frowns. IS IT ANOTHER LECTURE? but no, screw it, he's on the way. like he'd be anywhere else when alex called for him in specific. he'd seen him briefly at the meeting after his and amos' strange disappearing act, but they hadn't spoken at length given how crazy that affair had been. he doesn't bother replying to the text, already on the way and knocking at alex's door within moments. miller is dressed down a little from the meeting, wearing his blue shirt over his trousers and the brown leather coat over that. his holster and belt are still prominent as is, of course, his hat. ]

What's the emergency, Duster? [ he demands without any actual bite behind the words. ]

[donkeyballs]

No emergency. [ He was grinning wide, wearing his Tachi jumpsuit, his hands behind his back. ]

I just still owed you, for savin' my hide while the gravity was down. An' I finally found somethin' to make good that debt.

[ So from behind his back, he pulled out a brand new bottle, full to the brim, of Ganymede Gin. ]

[pampa]

[ miller takes in the new(old) jumpsuit, watching the other man carefully. when he produces the bottle, miller's eyes widen like christmas morning. he pretty much didn't hear a word alex said. ]

Well, fuck. Maybe this place does like us after all. [ he's 100% looking at alex like he might kiss him, full disclosure. ]

[donkeyballs]

[ Alex just beams at him like an idiot. ]

Or you, at least, cowboy.

[ And he holds it out, completely on offer. ]

[pampa]

[ he looks from the bottle and back to alex no less than five times before lunging forward and taking the other man by the face - then kissing him chastely on the mouth. like it didn't happen, he grabs the bottle and brushes by alex into the room. there's no way he's drinking this without him even if he feels like he owes him. ]

You got glasses in here?

[donkeyballs]

[ Alex blinks, for a couple of seconds, and then laughs, good naturedly, as he turns to the washroom where there are a few glasses stored. ]

Yeah, got a few. Not too sure there's any more where that came from, so make sure you enjoy it, alright?

[ He pulls out two glasses anyway, and holds them out as he steps back into the main room. ]

two!

[marineris]

Bobbie wanders back into their shared quarters to find Alex in new clothes—or more accurately, his familiar old ones. She's about to ask him where he found them when she spots a very, very familiar tray of sandwiches sitting on the little table, and she crosses the room in a few quick sides. Those are absolutely cucumber sandwiches. Her face lights up like she's just found a pot of gold, Alex momentarily forgotten.

"Where did these come from?" She asks, already grabbing a little stack. "Did you make them?"

[donkeyballs]

He was midway through trimming his beard, razor held precariously against his cheek, when she walked in.

He flashed her a grin when she spotted the sandwiches, and rinsed off the razor and then his cheek. He'd finish the rest in a minute.

"In the sink. I tried one- they ain't gonna kill you, but I sure didn't make 'em. Found a couple other things, too."

[marineris]

Bobbie takes a bite, and instantly looks like she's died and gone to heaven. "You tried one and didn't eat the whole plate? I'm impressed."

More for her, anyway.

"What else did you find?"

[donkeyballs]

"I may have had a couple," he admitted with a grin. "But I thought I should share my spoils."

He grinned, crooking a finger for her to follow as he stepped over to the other side of the room where he'd stashed the Martian Vac Suit. "This, now. This one here is definitely mine."

[marineris]

Bobbie follows, taking her little stack of sandwiches with her, and then laughs at the vac suit. "It's about time you had a decent suit. Let's see it on."

Wildcard? -- hopefully this is oky lemme know if it's powerpose-y to you

[holdensteady]

Alex having been missing had been one of the things most on the forefront of Holden's mind. It'd been a relief to see him at the meeting even if they hadn't said much but in passing there. At least it appears that Alex is alright, alive if nothing else. He'll certainly be finding out more details.

There had been plenty of things to digest during the meeting and Alex hadn't seemed readily available right away and Holden headed toward the mess hall, sending a message to Alex as he left that they should talk when he's free. He'd gotten a cup of coffee or four in short order and was sitting in the most secluded area he could find as he thought over the information absorbed in the meeting. He hadn't, for once, tried to intervene and take charge. Instead, gathering what knowledge he could and now was percolating over it.

nope! Totally fine

[donkeyballs]

Alex appeared a few minutes later, looking a little flustered but otherwise fine, and grabbed himself a coffee before sitting down across the table from Holden.

"Hey, Boss. Meant to grab you earlier but didn't want to miss the meetin'. You alright?"

[holdensteady]

Holden looks up when Alex arrives and he doesn’t bother with trying to mask his pensive expression. Alex would likely see through it anyway so it didn’t matter all that much in the end Even if Holden would rather Alex didn’t know how unsettled he still was. Or how worried he’d been over the pilot’s disappearance for that matter.

He waves a hand off dismissively at the question and takes a drink of his coffee. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”

[donkeyballs]

"I'm fine, hoss." It wasn't dismissive. It was earnest, and reassuring, and he leaned in a little.

"I-- I've got a hell of a story, for ya, but I'm fine. Just wish I could tell you the hows and the whys of it. But uh - I remember six months more than I did a few days ago. Well a few days for you - it's felt like half a year, to me--"

[holdensteady]

Holden smiles briefly and he sets his cup of coffee down as Alex leans in and he knows he's probably about to get another earful of information that would be difficult to digest on a good day. He's not sure if this is a good day or a bad day yet either. But it's better than when he hadn't been sure where Alex was or how to go about figuring that all out.

"Thinking this place doesn't allow us to have very many hows or whys," Holden says and there's not quite resignation completely but an acceptance for the moment -- there are more pressing matters that they have to deal with. "You disappear a few days and show back up remembering more than you did before?" maybe he's looking a little bit doubtful -- maybe this place is playing a trick on Alex's mind or his mind.

1.

[patriotnow]

"Ah. You should be careful not to lose that?"

Ashford is hear by chance, part of his efforts to familiarize himself with the station now that he can walk longer stretches without getting breathless. He hadn't really expected to encounter anyone down here and certainly not anyone he was familiar with.

He leans against a nearby wall, weight on an elbow, head cocked in his curious manner.

"After all...what uniforms we choose to where is important, yah?"

[donkeyballs]

He'd almost forgotten Ashford was here at all.

After all, he'd barely really gotten to know the man, before he climbed into the pod. Now, standing there, staring down the captain of the Behemoth for the first time, Alex had no idea how the hell to feel.

You tried to have me killed, is the first thing that comes to mind, but it doesn't actually leave his lips. Instead, his expression just turns grim. It was one thing to vaguely know a man - or, well, multiple people, since someone from Mars must have sent Bobbie - had intended for you to die. Another to actually see him, and another again to have no idea if the man remembered any of that.

All of this warred on Alex's face for the briefest flicker of a moment before he settled on:

"The uniform ain't as important as the person in it." A year ago, he would have said something different. But it was hard feeling the same way about Mars as he had before the Hybrid. Before the Slow Zone.

"But I ain't lettin' this piece of hardware fall into the wrong hands, now."

I apologize for those bizarre typos in my last tag. I only just noticed them ^ ^;;;

[patriotnow]

The flicker of uncertainty on Alex's face didn't go unnoticed however Ashford attributed it to the same breed uncertainty that had dogged him since his arrival. His reputation often proceeds him, he'd long since gotten used to it. As such he didn't give it much thought, instead raising his lanky arms in a palms-up gesture paired with a small shrug. "Yes....and no."

"Both things are true, of course, but the strength of a uniform is in the unity. Great nations have unity."

Then with a nod he indicated the particular uniform in question.

"And...who would be the 'wrong hands' on this station, 'eh?'

That seems like the kind of information he'd like to have at his disposal.