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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 shrugged, helplessly.

"I don't trust a damn thing I think," he admitted. "I don't trust a damn thing about anything, I don't understand what's happenin'."

He raised both hands to run at his face, vigorously. The broken one didn't hurt anymore. Didn't even complain. Small blessings.

It's only now that he's calming down somewhat that she notices he's using his arm without issue, and she frowns at him incredulously.

"Alex, why isn't your arm in a sling?"

"Because it ain't broke." He said it with a deceptively calm tone, glancing at her as he finally lowered his hands. He held them out again - checking - but no, all his muscles were still there. Good.

"All of me just started disintegratin', and when I woke up, all of me was fine." It freaked him the fuck put, to be honest, but.

She reaches for his hand, stopping just before she takes it. This doesn't make any god damn sense.

"Can I see it?"

He held it out, mutely, his lips a thin line.

"Gunny if I didn't know better I would say I feel like I've been shuffled into a different body, or something. It don't make any sense. None of this does. Maybe I'm still hallucinatin'. Maybe this whole dam station is a hallucination. Maybe I've just dreamed up a god damned Martian Marine to keep me company while I go absolutely fuckin' nuts."

She manipulates his arm gently, still frowning, but it doesn't seem to be causing him any pain. She doesn't get any of this, and she gets his explanation even less.

"So you think you've been hallucinating me this entire time? Why? Because you can't remember me before this?"

"You don't think it's a little too convenient? A little too good to be true?" He doesn't sound very certain - in fact he sounds like he's desperately hoping he's wrong.

"Maybe I got - maybe I got hit by some of that protocrap and this is all just - some fucked up dream while it eats me from the inside out--"

She lets go of his hand, clearly irritated. It's not entirely fair, but the fact that none of them remember her has been bothering her since she got here, even if she hasn't mentioned it, and now he's toying with the idea that she doesn't even exist.

"This isn't a dream and I'm not your hallucination. You'd think the amount of shit I give you would tip you off to that."

He looks at her, eyes a little too wide, expression a little too earnest in his desperate need to believe that it's true.

After just a little too long he nods, looking away, slightly pale.

"... Yeah. Sorry, gunny. I just -- I don't know how the hell I even..." He fades out, looking off somewhere indistinct. "... I should be dead, right now, I think. There ain't no way I coulda survived that, if it actually happened..."

She lets out a frustrated breath, shifting in place. Hopefully that isn't going to become a thing—Alex wondering if she's real somewhere in the back of his mind every time he talks to her. Even just the idea of it is unsettling.

"You don't know how much you hallucinated and how much was real. Maybe you thought it was worse than it was."

"Maybe." He doesn't sound like he believes it. Mostly because he doesn't. The voices - the voices sounded real but they also didn't come from anywhere. It was just one of his senses, not all of them.

If he thought too hard about his hands, he could still feel them disintegrating before his eyes.

They started to shake again, and he clenched them tightly into fists at his side, as if he could get himself to calm down purely from refusing the tremor. It wasn't particularly effective.

"Whether I - Whether I was hallucinatin' or not, there's - there's no way we should be leavin' each other to somethin' like that. Any of us. That's all. I just - I don't want any of you to --" He cut off, swallowing, looking away. "... Not alone."

"I get it."

The thing is, she doesn't exactly have a game plan for what to do if everything he's saying did happen, and it happens again. If one of them starts disintegrating, or whatever it was, what can they do to stop it? It's leaving her feeling frustratingly helpless.

"We'll sleep in shifts, and we'll figure out what happened. There has to be an explanation."

He didn't have a game plan either.

He just knew he didn't want to be alone, if it happened again. No one should have to go through that alone.

He nodded, breathing out slowly.

"... Yeah. There's gotta be a way to explain it. Even if it's just that I'm - that I'm losin' it."

"Hey. You aren't losing it," she says, voice quiet but firm. "This station has been screwing with all of us. People were hearing laughing in the walls. If you're going nuts, so is everyone else."

There was a large step from laughing and yelling in the walls to what had happened to him, but she had a point. This ship had been messing with them all from the start.

"... Yeah. No, I - you're right, Gunny. Sorry. I just need to pull myself back together, somehow."

"Don't apologize." She squeezes his shoulder again, expression softening. "You've been through a lot lately."

"We've all been through a lot, it ain't an excuse." He raised his eyes to meet hers.

"I'll - I'll be alrigh'. I just need to calm down, somehow, and- and get it out of my damn head--"

He's right, and she can't argue with it. Still, she's not entirely happy that he's being so hard on him. "Let's go get something to eat. Maybe the replicators will be kind to us today."

He nods, even though the last thing he wants to do is eat. But just - going somewhere, having something to focus on to do, and having Bobbie for company - maybe that'll make things okay.