Alex "not in love with a spaceship" Kamal (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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reverielogs2018-07-28 11:41 am
donkeyballs) wrote in reverielogs2018-07-28 11:41 am
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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. ]
» 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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"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."
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"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?"
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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.
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"Would you tell me more of your home? I only know a little of where you're from."
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"Sure, I can tell you a bit. Help me get this back to my quarters, and I can tell you a story or four."
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She gave a nod, letting him decide which parts she'd be carrying and how best to do so before moving out with him.
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"Alright, well, what have I told you already?"
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He'd mentioned words which, whilst she knew, hadn't fit in a context that seemed right to her.
"How old were you the first time you went into space?"
making this shit up as I go
He hummed at the question, frowning. "Hell, I don't rightly remember. I grew up on Mars, but - on Mars everyone's either Navy, the Marines, or Engineerin' for the first couple decades of adulthood, so you choose pretty early, and a lot of my family was already in the navy. I got pilot tracked pretty fast. Signed up right outta school, and then was in space from then on. So first time pilotin' I was 18, 19, there about?"
is there anything better
"Is that what you chose or what you were given?" How much choice did they have in what they became.
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"Oh I chose it. Can't remember not wantin' to be a pilot. Pretty sure I wouldn't have made a decent anythin' else." He offered her an amused, self-deprecating smile. "Wasn't anywhere near as excitin' as I was expectin'. I was basically a glorified bus driver. Never let me fly any of their bad ass gun ships."
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"You prefer space." He'd said just that.
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"And yeah. I prefer space. Don't get me wrong - I long for solid ground just as much as anyone. Spent half my time in the Navy wishin' I was back home. But soon as I'd get home, I'd end up dreamin' about bein' back out here." He wet his lips, eyes sliding to where they were going.
"I tried retirin'. Lasted less than five months and I was more miserable than I'd ever been. I just ain't built for that sorta life."
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Perhaps it was something born from familiarity. Vanessa longed to be home, wishing that she'd never been in space (as fascinating as some things were) but then she hadn't chosen to be here or grown up knowing of such a thing.
As they reach the elevator she paused, adjusting her hold slightly on her part of the suit.
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"Either you love it enough to give up everythin' else - or you don't got a home to go back to. But I think most would rather have dirt under their feet and a sky over their heads. Those of us who even know what a sky looks like, anyway."
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Assuming they did but she had to hope. But if she returned home and somehow longed for space, something impossible?
"Though perhaps I may be glad enough to be home." As she expects to be.
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He frowned, turning his head to the elevator as it dinged, then stepping inside.
"Assumin' this don't all just feel like some fever dream."
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She stepped in with him, resting against the wall.
"There could be stranger dreams." Depending on context. This would be a strange dream to her whilst her life would be a strange dream to him -- a guess based on his reaction to things that she'd mentioned.
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"But I have a feelin' you'll settle back into your old life alright. And if it turns out there's a way to get between them - well, if it called to you, maybe you'd be able to hop over to our version of Earth."
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She's tried not to think on it too much, dipping her head a little to try and shake the thoughts, focusing on the rest of what he'd said.
"Perhaps. Though no doubt it would be as strange to me as this is." Though with friendly and familiar faces that would help her through it. "Though you're not on Earth."