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the expanse: alex kamal

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» 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.

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[ 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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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."

[ 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. ]

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?"

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..."

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?"

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. ]

[ 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. ]

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."

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?"

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.

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?"

"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."

[ Alex just beams at him like an idiot. ]

Or you, at least, cowboy.

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

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."

"Right now?" There was a twinkle in his eye as he said it, and then he pretended to shrug with a grin.

"Well, alright then." He opened the suit up, first, but then started stripping - oddly shamelessly, considering how careful he usually was about buttoning up. Right now, however, he shed down into his Tachi T-Shirt and his shorts. He tugged a bit at the shirt.

"Found another one of these, by they way, but it ain't my size. Think it'd fit you better."

She's absolutely okay with that, and she's not subtle when her eyes roam over him. Her gaze snaps back to his face when he mentions the shirt, though.

"Yeah? Does that make it official?"

He didn't linger in his half-dressed state, already pulling on the vac suit, though he shot her an amused - if confused - look.

"Make what official? You bein' on the crew?"

"Yep." After all, Alex seemed to decide that all on his own. It's clear she's half kidding, thoug, and she just tilts her head as he starts to pull the suit on. "How long has it been since you've worn one of those."

"Pretty sure that's already set in stone, Gunny," he said, offering a bit of a smile.

"What, this? A week, maybe? Or - whenever it was that I was back home, anyway. Feels like a week."

Once he has the vac suit fully on, her eyebrows go up. It is utterly unfair how good he looks in it, and the sort of thoughts it puts in her head. Shockingly, she abandons her little plate of sandwiches in favor of taking a few steps forward and looping her arms around his middle.

"You should wear it more often."

"It ain't exactly lounge wear," he pointed out, amused. But something in her expression made a little heat rise to his cheeks. Had she just abandoned the tiny sandwiches...?

"But if you want me to make a point of it..."

Bobbie grins at him as she rests her forehead against his, tracing the seams of the plates on his back. "Just for me, then. You look good in it."

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?”

He can't help the slightly stupid grin, even as her face is too close to focus on. He thinks about kissing her, but he doesn't.

"Well, hell, can't exactly deny that request, can I? Still ain't nothin' like your armour."

"That's not fair. Nothing compares to my armor."

If he won't do it, she'll take the initiative, kissing him softly.

"But you'd look great in that, too."

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