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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 sucks in a deep breath, then nods. He's been told it so many time over the last hour - slow down, breathe out, breathe in, take it slow - that he's actually starting to be able to do it when someone asks him. He's never felt like this before, like he had absolutely no control on how his own body responded to things.

"Sorry, I -- Sorry." It's a shameful apology, and every time Bodhi tries to catch his eyes, his own slide away. "It's - Yeah. My- my wife. My ex-wife. My son. But they're on Mars. They ain't here, and if they were, they wouldn't - even if they hate me, they wouldn't do that--"

Bodhi raises a brow, he hadn't known that Alex was married or anything, but he shouldn't be surprised as he still knows only basic information about him. "It's alright, you don't need to tell me what they said." Part of him wants to ask, but he won't push, not when hearing it had clearly upset him so.

Whatever it was, it had been bad, but was that all that was going on?

A pause. "Is there somewhere you want to go, back to your room? Or - I'm just down the hall, I can take you there, maybe call one of your friends and let them know what happened?"

"No, I ain't going back to my room." Too quick, too sharp. "It's - I'm alright. I'm fine. I'm just - just a little uneasy, is all."

Uneasy was putting it fucking mildly. "And they already - I've been tryin' to find everyone, to make sure they're alright. Most of them are. And you are, too. Which is a god damned relief, I'll admit. I was afraid that it had happened to everyone else, too--"

Nodding, not back to his room. "Alright, we'll go somewhere else."

Alex seemed more than uneasy, but it could just be Bodhi's reading on this. "Okay, good. That's good. I'm alright too." Though there are times he has his doubts, or that he wakes up convinced that he's still in the ship with the detonator, or even further back, back in the cell after Saw had his mind torn through, this is him really losing his mind...

"Have you been feeling ill, or anything like that?"

"That's one damn way of puttin' it." Lowly, darkly.

"I - I know this is gonna sound crazy, hoss, but I swear it - it at least seemed like it happened. I--" He halted, the words failing him despite having tried to tell this story many times before.

"I started to - hell, I don't know. Like all the water in my body suddenly needed to be out of it, leavin' every damn cell and watchin' myself shrivel up, my muscles disappear--"

"Wh-what?" The word is uttered quietly as Bodhi stares in wide eyed shock. His eyes flick down to his own hand, still on the other man's elbow. Solid and real. Swallowing thickly, he tries to come up with a question, or something.

It's not that he doesn't believe Alex, it's the fact that he does, that he finds scary. That something obviously terrible had happened, and yeah - that'd do it. In a place where people get swallowed up in doors and there was no sign of what had happened to the people before them?

Yeah.

He opens his mouth and closes it once or twice before replying. "But you're fine, now. You're not --"

With another shake of his head, and before he can talk himself out of it, he wraps his arms around the other man. It's stiff, and seems like he hasn't been on the giving or recieving end of any kind of hug in a really long time, but it's something right?

"Yeah, I'm fine, now." He didn't sound like that was too much of a good thing, though, and he quickly followed up with why that might be the case:

"I'm better than I was before. My arm just - healed up completely. Like it was never broke."

He's about to question that, with a raised brow when Alex explains. Bodhi glances down, at his arm for the first time and notes the lack of his sling. "So whatever happened to you healed the break? No further medical intervention."

A pause.

"How--?" He shakes his head. "Maybe get it looked at either way? Make sure the bone is set properly, and the like." Mysterious intervention might not be the best or most reliable means of healing.

Also, he doesn't know what to say to that.

"Wish I could, hoss, but we ain't got anything that could do an x-ray, let along a sub-dermal scan or anythin' like that. But I'm pretty sure it's healed. Not even sore a little bit."

He let out a breath.

"Trust me, it ain't like I wanted my arm broken, but it's creepin' me out."

"Yeah. Yeah... I mean..." A vague gesture, and he shakes his head. "I don't know. It's definitely really creepy." Bodhi thinks he'd feel the same. Except, it's not true, he probably wouldn't hold himself together half as well.

Creepy feels like an understatement, it's an exercise in horror, that's what it is - something like that shouldn't just happen. But it did, and he can't quite hide the shudder, thinking it.

"Hey, so - why don't we go down to the mess hall, or something, instead?" Get him out of this hall and away from his room where that horrible event took place.

He nods, swallowing, looking far too grateful for so simple an offer.

"Yeah. Yeah, if that's - if you don't mind, that is."

"Of course. I don't mind." Bodhi tries for a reassuring look and small nod. "I was going down that way, anyways. Come on." He's not really that hungry anymore, but with a hand on Alex's shoulder, turns to start leading them in that direction.

Alex isn't hungry either, but the companionship means more to him than anything else good, right now, and he lets Bodhi lead him on with complete ease and without complaint.

"Thanks," he murmurs lowly. "I'm a bit - on edge, you know?" Yeah, he was stating the obvious, maybe.

"Any - any of the doors try attackin' you, again?"

"It's okay. I think anyone would be, in your place." If he's honest, he is too. All Bodhi did was hear about it, and... it makes him wonder, just how much power whatever this place has over them.

At the change in the subject, he has to shake his head. "No, none of the doors have attacked me, unless you count the time I walked into mine the other night." A shrug. "But, I haven't really taken chances with the ones that are locked, since then."

"You walked into a door?" Honing in on the part he could worry about, he shot a glance at Bodhi.

"You alright?"

He would pick up on that. Bodhi waves the concern but follows the change in subject, there are no other marks on him - just the debris wound. "Fine, I'm fine. It was just after the space-walk, when I had got this. Either I forgot I hadn't actually opened my room door, or I believed I did, but-"

Embarrassing. He shrugs.

Alex offered a small, amused smile, though his brows were still stitched with worry.

"Sounds like just a tired night," He said, sounding relieved. "Just - if anythin' - if anythin' really bad happens, you call me, alright?"

"I think so." Bodhi agreed with a nod as they continued towards the hall. It was not really much compared to what had happened here today. Barely worth talking about beyond that. "I will, first thing." He only hoped that he wouldn't have to, but it was certainly giving him something more to worry about.

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