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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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[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.

How much longer?

[In her mind there was just one calendar, so the idea that there are others with a very different schedule out there was weird to her.]

668 sols, or uh - about 687 Earth Days. Think that's about twice as long as an Earth year, right? Or somewhere in there, anyway.

322 days longer than a year on Earth.

[Daisy chuckles at that fact.]

That’s pretty weird to think about. I mean, that means there’s got to be almost twice the holidays.

[ He made a slightly amused face. ]

Yeah, you're from Earth. Joke is that all you folks think about is the times you could be not workin'. It don't really work that way, on Mars.

It's really not much of a joke.

[Although Daisy actually enjoys her job. Well, usually.]

So do people from Earth make jokes about Martians being lazy?

Nah, they joke that we're all robots or ants or whatever else. All made from the same mold and carin' only about war and terraformin'.

Sounds like you're not that different from us. Terraforming aside.

[Daisy grabs the bottle again, pouring some more into her glass before holding it up in an offer to pour him some more too.]

[ He holds his glass out to take it. ]

Sometimes I think we're completely the same, and sometimes I think we're completely different.

From what I gather of history, though, Earth nations used to feel similar ways about each other, before they all unified.