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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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[ He'll lean over to pour one for her, while he tries to collect himself a little better and stop acting like a fourteen year old. Because yeah. It's embarrassing.]

Just don't expect it to taste anythin' other than terrible, or you will be very disappointed.

Everything here tastes terrible. Where'd you get the armor?

[Diana watches him pour for a moment before directing her attention to Bobbie again.]

I found it in my room. A good thing, too. I was sick of wearing the jumpsuit. This is much more comfortable.

[ That managed to distract him, and he frowned, glancing up at her. ]

Yeah, Bobbie found her armour in her room, too. You, uh - you know it from home, or is it new to here...?

You feel naked without it, right?

[Because she can definitely relate.]

[Absently, Diana runs a hand over her skirt, leather softened by age and use.] It is my training uniform from home. [She flashes a smile at Bobbie.] Very. But it's good to be clothed properly again.

Trainin'?

[ That got his attention. ]

What do you train for, wearin' that?

[ Because god love you, Diana, but the armour he was used to usually covered A Lot More. ]

[Her brows raise slightly at the question, and she answers as if it's the most obvious thing in the world:]

For war. Every Amazon is trained in combat, but I am a member of the Legion, so much of my life was spent training.

He's asking because that's not the type of armor we're used to seeing.

[Not that Bobbie is going to complain too much. Oops.]

Probably 'cause it wouldn't help you much in vacuum.

[ He's got a point, though. ]

When you uh - say Legion, what do you mean, exactly?

[Diana inclines her head slightly in understanding. She had heard the same thing from many men. She cannot fathom why her armor bothers them so, but she doesn't yet know all their customs, so who is she to judge?]

There was no... vacuum on Themyscira. [She shrugs slightly as she says it. But her face takes on a prideful set when he asks about the Legion.]

The Legion is made up of the best warriors among my people. No army could stand against it on the field of combat.

[You know, the Legion.]