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» WHO? The Roci Crew and whoever else wants in on this mess
» WHEN? after the gravity is back
» WHERE? A few different places
» WHAT? A few different prompts as well as a catch-all for any roci crew or related logs for the month of june
» WARNINGS? these are all just terrible people what do you want from me

001: Alex, Bobbie and Amos are Judging You

The Martians and the Earther are sitting at a table in the Mess Hall, and they've started a game. That game? To rate everyone else on the ship in order of attractiveness. Want to be rated? Find the comment header below, drop a picture in of your character, and watch the comments fly. Feel free to overhear them and give them hell.

002: Closed, Alex >> Frank

Going on the morning walk-about to search for Holden was ritual, at this point, and Alex was very used to Frank coming over first thing before they headed out. So the door was already open, waiting for him. Alex was fishing through his drawers, trying to find where he'd stashed that singular glove that he'd found, to show him for a laugh. But instead his fingers found something else - a thin sheet of plastic, creased and bent a hundred thousand times, and Alex's heart nearly stopped.

He pulled it out of the drawer like it was made of plutonium, careful not to touch the edges of the drawer with it.

Christ. Oh, Christ.

003: Open, Alex >> Anyone who wants to find this wrecked man.

He goes straight to the bar.

It's not that he isn't a fairly regular fixture there, anyway, but especially right now, all he really wants is to drink until he numbs everything. So hi, have a depressed Martian with a bottle of who knows what, sitting at the bar and just staring at a picture of a woman and a child smiling lovingly at the camera. He keeps stroking his thumb over it, then looking wrecked and saying something like 'god damn it' under his breath before he pours himself another drink. One of his arms is still wrapped up in a sling against his chest.

If he recognizes you, he might look up when you get close, and sigh. "Hey, partner. Everythin' alright?" Because it's a lot easier to worry about other people, than to keep being miserable about yourself.

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[Blessed Stormfather judge out of her earshot. Not just because she's recently acquired a sword.]

[Bobbie's eyebrows go up at that.]

A sweetheart, huh?

What about her? Jasnah, right? Have you met her?

Yeah. [ What?? ]

Met her on my first day. She's nice. Can tell she's been through hell, but she's nice despite that.

[ Pours himself a glass. ]

And you gotta admit she ain't hard to look at.

Yeah, we've talked a couple times. She's somethin' fierce, I gotta admit.

Actually - she was askin' me if there were any marines here, before you arrived. She wanted to uh - what was the word she used? She wanted to know what 'form' worked here?

[ He raised his eye brows and gave a shrug. ]

Seems her form is just fine to me.

[Bobbie scoffs, rolls her eyes.]

Did she mean hand-to-hand?

She's cute.

[Super cute, but...]

You called her sweetheart without getting punched?

The relief hits him first, and then the shame for feeling relieved in the first place. He hadn't realised just how much he needed Bobbie to understand. Amos never had. And Naomi and Holden - they just never talked about it. Never asked.

So he was relieved, and guilty, and he nodded his head, letting out a breath. Lowering his eyes.

"I meant to. That's how I knew, when you said -- I'd been planning it. Tryin' to figure out exactly what to say. I thought maybe - thought maybe there was a chance she'd understand, but--"

His shoulders slumped. "She never has. Don't know why I'd think she would now."

Oh, Alex. Bobbie leans in, wraps her arms around him, and hugs tight. She's not much of a hugger, usually, but she knows Alex is, and she doesn't know how else to make him feel better. This is a hard thing for him to deal with, made worse by the fact that they're stuck here.

[well ok]

[And then there's Diana, who, wow. She looks like she could kick Bobbie's ass, which wins her about a billion points.]

What about her? She and Apollo win, right?

[ He gives her a look, because excuse you, he never gets punched. (Somehow.) ]

She was real sweet, and it even made her smile. It ain't like I mean anythin' bad by it. She understood what I meant.

Yeah. She asked me what form worked best in low gee, but hell if I know. I told her that they don't exactly train pilots to fist fight.

If the fight's so bad that the pilot needs his fist, everyone's already dead.

[ God damn. He actually looks down at his food instead of continuing to stare at Diana. ]

Uh - yeah. Yeah, I think they win.

[That is absolutely true.]

I'll see if she wants someone to teach her.

[Speaking of which...]

I could teach you, if you want.

I sure as hell am not. I swear on every mote of Martian dust. Just ask 'im. Ain't like he's shy about it, either.

He helped with movin' all the damn debris outside.

[Wow, that's a reaction.]

She's your type, huh? Are you blushing?

I ain't blushin'.

[ He's definitely blushing, and defiantly trying to focus on his food, thanks. ]

I'm just sayin'. She's an easy ten.

Careful, sailor. You're being pretty obvious.

[ Wow, let him live?? Christ. It's getting worse by the second, amplified by the fact that it's Bobbie of all people giving him grief. ]

I ain't doin' anything. [ Pouring himself another drink and looking square at Bobbie. You gonna argue with him about this? Did you see her? ]

She's gorgeous.

[Obviously.]

But you can't even look at her.

[Get it together, Alex!]

I looked long enough for a fair and accurate assessment.

[ He takes a drink, eyebrows still raised. ]

Pretty sure she could break my legs if she caught me starin', anyway.

Most people could break your legs, Alex.

[Is that a little shade? Oops.]

[ Okay that gets a Look because that's gettin' a bit personal there, Bobbie. ]

Just because you could, Gunny, don't mean the rest of them could. My legs are just fine, thank y' very much.

[It is at some point during this wonderful exchange that Diana sees Alex, recognizing him from their conversation over the network. She smiles brightly, bringing her tray and drink over to them, eyes landing on the bottle of booze beside them not disapprovingly. She hears a few things as she approaches, mostly "gorgeous" and "break my legs," but she thinks nothing of it as she stands on the opposite side of the table from them. She looks to the woman, who she has not yet met, before settling on Alex.]

Is this seat taken?

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