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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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It's greek. Means black, technically, but that ain't why we gave it to him. Melas was one of the sons of Poseidon.

[ He glances back down at the photo, face falling. ]

Honestly, I - I was just so damn glad he survived in the first place that I just went right along with the name she wanted.

[Daisy has always had a soft spot for kids. Mostly because of her lack of a good upbringing, the idea of any child feeling the way she did makes her feel sick.

Hand resting around her glass on the table, Daisy lets go of it in favor of placing her hands in her lap for now.]

Sounds like a pretty fitting name.

[Daisy could only imagine how much he's missing him right now, but maybe it was for the better that he wasn't here too. They were already facing so much danger and she wasn't a big on having children be around something like this.]

Hopefully we can find a way out of this place soon.

He's a damn smart kid. [ Quietly, almost to himself, the pride and the heart ache in equal measure.

But no.

He doesn't want Melas anywhere near this station. At all. ]

Hope you're right. Feels like I've been trapped on this rust bucket for a year, not a month. But they got us here, somehow, so there's gotta be a way out, too.

Of course there is, but, they won't make it easy for us to figure that out.

[If all of those locked doors are anything to go by.]

I'm Daisy by the way.

[Here she was having this somewhat personal conversation with him, and neither of them even knew each others names.]

[ He looked up at her, a small stab of guilt. He was usually better at introducing himself. ]

Alex Kamal. It's good to meet you, Daisy.

[ He offered a hand - his good one, not the one strapped to him in a sling. ]

Promise I'm usually better company.

[Smiling softly, Daisy shakes his hand for a few brief seconds before letting go.]

Don't worry about it. It's been a shitty month.

[Had been shitty for her even before coming here, actually. Reaching out for her drink again, Daisy quickly finished it off before reaching for the bottle he had taken out to refill her glass with.]

I saw you looking at me before, by the way.

[She didn't really care either, in fact, she's smiling a little in amusement.]

I saw you and your friends looking at a lot of people, actually. What was that about?

[ Oh. Right.

Things had actually seemed normal and okay for a few minutes, back then. He couldn't help but feel paranoid that playing that game was why the photo had shown up.

If she'd asked him then, he'd have made up something about assessing everyone for Martian Military Service, but he had neither the heart nor the humour, as it stood. He just looked a little embarrassed. ]

Just passin' the time, judging everyone arbitrarily solely based on physical appearance. [ He gave a soft snort, before raising his glass to his lips. ]

Think the consensus was that you're pretty cute.

Oh.

[He may look embarrassed but she was actually mildly amused by that. Lifting her glass as well, Daisy took a sip to see what this stuff even was. Judging by the expression her face, whatever it was, was pretty strong. How was he drinking this straight? Actually, she can imagine why he might be drinking it straight when she spots the picture again.]

So who's the hottest person here then?

[ This wasn't his first time hitting the bottle since he got here - he'd gotten used to how it all tasted like piss. But also, he did not want to be sober right now, and nor was he. He was too melancholy for a buzz, exactly, but he was certainly speaking more candidly than he might otherwise.

Which is why he answered with complete candor, and a little too quickly: ]

Gunny.

[ He didn't seem to realize it for a few seconds, then the guilt hit hard enough to make him wince. ]

If she asks, though, it's a toss up between Diana and Apollo.

[Apparently he hadn’t meant to be that honest with his opinion.]

I don’t know who she is, but, I’ll make sure I say that if she ever brings it up to me.

[She wasn’t sure who Diana was either, but she knew who Apollo was at least.]

Is that how you pass the time on here? Playing tinder minus the swiping right or left?

[ He could have explained, maybe, that Gunny was a nickname, that she was the woman with him at the table while they were playing their game. That he really didn't think she would ask anyway.

But he still had the picture of his wife and his son, staring up at him from between his fingers.

He didn't need to keep heaping betrayal after betrayal. So he let the subject change. ]

I ain't got a clue in hell what tinder is, but. Nah, we try to keep busy. Prax is gettin' his plants set up to supplement the air filters, Naomi an' Amos have been doin' a lot of maintenance work and tryin' to get those damn doors open, Bobbie's been helping out there an' trainin' people--

[ He trails off, raises his glass to his lips, and finishes it. ]

I'm the pilot. Which means I don't do a good god damn thing but try an' help them until we've got somethin' to fly.

[ He glances at her. ]

Amos said you had one of those creepy wires under your skin, too.

[Daisy can see that he feels useless around here, but she doesn’t feel that way. If anything she’s pretty much useless around here. She doesn’t have the experience they have, as most of her time on that Kree ship had been spent imprisoned and fighting, literally, for her life. So this was a step up at least.]

Oh. Yeah.

[Daisy moves the neck of her jumpsuit enough for him to see some of the scar that’s healing on her shoulder.]

Did you find one on you?

[ He shifted to get a good look, his expression sympathetic, but he shook his head. ]

Not me. Happened to Amos before I woke up, but he told me about it. Sounds creepy as all damn hell.

I just got stuck in a door. [ He sort of gestures to his arm - the one bound tight in a sling. ] At least the door I can make some damn sense of. I don't even know where to start, with the wire.

Creepy was one word for it.

[She hadn’t wanted to ask about his arm, but she did notice it. Wincing in sympathy, Daisy reaches for her drink again.]

There’s a lot of things about this place that don’t make sense. I’m pretty much always waiting for the other shoe to drop, seems like we never have to wait long.

You can say that again. [ He murmurs it lowly, then seems to recognize what he just said, and makes a face. ]

No. Never mind. Don't say it again. I already feel like I'm jinxing the whole damn thing every time I think about it too hard.

But I think there are a hell of a lot of shoes still waitin' to drop, if I'm honest.

[Daisy laughs bitterly when he mentions there being a lot of shoes waiting to drop. Accurate.]

I guess it’s not that different to home. Minus the whole being in space thing.

[So many things have gone wrong back home and now she has no way of even trying to fix things. At least she’s here’s, where she can’t destroy the world. Even though Fitz had made sure that she would.]

So where did you call home before all of this?

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Space, actually. [ He offers a rueful look. ]

Nah, if I'm precise - I'm from Mars. Born and bred. But I ain't been on the surface in years. I'm a pilot, so - mostly live ship bound, sometimes get shore leave on Ceres or somewhere else in the belt.

But most lately I've been livin' on the Rocinante.

[ There's a pause. ]

If you're surprised about the Mars thing - don't be. Turns out almost no one here comes from a time or place where Mars is even colonised, let alone independent.

What about you?

[She was actually about to comment on the whole Mars thing when he stops her.]

Yeah, it's definitely not a thing back home.

[Finger trailing down the side of her cup, Daisy gives a small shrug in response to his question.]

Earth. Which sounds pretty boring compared to being from Mars.

What, you think havin' an atmosphere and oceans and rivers and animals is borin'?

[ It's a gentle rib, but he's not actually surprised. Earthers always took their planet for granted. It was a staple of Martian culture to cast shade. ]

What? You guys don’t have any animals in Mars? Not even native species?

[Even though he had been teasing her she was genuinely curious.]

We've got some, but we live in domes. Ain't a lot of space for animals that ain't a necessity. We grow all our meat in vat cultures - when we don't just replace it with soy, instead.

Ain't no way for native species to exist. It's a radiated ball of dust. The terraformin' project ain't going to get anywhere while I'm still alive.

[Daisy’s nose wrinkles as he describes what their meat is like on Mars.]

I would still take that over the crap we have here.

[Grabbing her drink again she’s reminded of Deke and how they didn’t have actual alcohol back on that Kree spaceship.]

What about alcohol? Does that exist?

[ He gives an amused look. ]

What, you think we'd get all the way out to Saturn without a drink?

Yeah. We got alcohol.

Best alcohol in the system is made on Ganymede - but don't you tell anyone I said that.

I'll make sure to file that away in case I'm ever there.

[Which she really hopes she isn't. She'd much rather just be back home right now. He's pretty good company in the mean time though.]

Do you guys go by years there?

[ He nodded. ]

Yeah. Mars has its own calendar, technically. The Martian sol is a bit longer than an Earth day, and the year's a lot longer. But out in the Belt, they mostly use the Earth Calendar. Just makes it easier to line things up, that way.

Luckily I ain't gotta do the conversion in my head - that's what hand terminals are for.