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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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[ Amos isn't going to sleep, either. He can't even contemplate it, when Alex is in this state and the lot of them are this close, like this. He's sitting against the wall by the door, his shotgun by his side, just. A steady presence in the room, hopefully one Alex is happy with.

He doesn't say anything when Bobbie speaks up, though. Lets Alex answer. ]

[ It's surprising - or maybe it isn't - how comforting it is to have Amos by the door with his gun. Not that a gun would have been any help, with what happened to him, but it's still weirdly - normal.

He almost didn't recognise that Bobbie was speaking to him, turning his head when she did so. ]

Oh - I've got a few. [ Thinking about food was not exactly easy, right now, but he could appreciate what she was trying to do. Distracting him. He tries to keep his voice lighthearted and even, but it comes out stilted. ] Nothin' that the - that the replicators can manage, yet. You can ask Amos just how well my attempt at lasagna went.

[ Spoilers, it was terrible. ]

[ Naomi's undecided on sleeping at this point... right now she isn't tired enough to plan on it even if they did manage to puppypile together comfortably enough, and they're all unnerved and worried. So she's brought her current pet project, Max's doggie magboots, and claimed a spot on the mattress between Alex and Amos to work. It's proving trickier than she thought to fit both the magnet and pressure plate.

When Alex actually answers Bobbie's question, she glances up to encourage the train of thought. ]

Lasagna seems too complicated for them. Maybe if we figured out how to replicate each component?

[ frank is leant against the bedframe like a loyal dog himself, though max is sprawled out over his lap and his legs had gone numb some time ago. he's listening to the conversation idly, letting it wash over him. with his hood drawn up over his bruised head it's hard to tell if he's conscious or not but he doesn't plan on sleeping either.

though himself and amos don't always see eye-to-eye, it isn't a discomfort to have him stand guard. in fact, it puts him a little more at ease, smiling to himself when he hears naomi work. ]

You're gonna be a gravity dog in no time, buddy. [ he mutters, nonsense, to the dog, scratching behind his ears even though the animal long ago fell asleep. ]

( prax is going to sleep. he doesn't mind sharing his space with people, even though he doesn't know all of them equally well. if it helps alex, he's in —and he won't lie, there's something comforting about the idea of none of them being alone. about the idea of amos keeping watch.

for now, though, he's content to sit cross-legged on one of the mattresses they've dragged onto the floor. )

How do you make lasagna?

The trick is... figurin' out how to replace the ingredients that you ain't got. So Naomi ain't wrong - maybe if we can get some kind of replacement for each of the ingredients, we can do it. The sauce'll be the hardest bit. The pasta we can probably make somethin' that works, and the cheese -

Well, it ain't like we're used to real cheese anyway.

Wasn't someone working on fixing the replicators? She had a manual or something.

[ he turns towards prax since he's on eyelevel with him at the question. he's thinking about big sunday lunches where maria would cook lasagna for her parents and they would all drink wine and laugh more than he's ever laughed before. than he ever will again, probably. ]

Did you mean how do you make real lasagna? Because Alex's version doesn't sound anywhere close. [ he's fully braced for getting a pillow thrown at him for that t b h ]

( prax looks back and forth between alex and frank for a moment before he shrugs. softly: ) I don't know how to make any lasagna, real or not.

[ Alex held up a finger and wagged it at Frank. ]

Just 'cause not all of us get access to things like meat or cheese or pasta don't mean the lasagna ain't real, partner.

...Is this where you tell me the love makes it real? [ because he actually might concede that. ]

[Bobbie just snorts, because that's absolutely an Alex thing to say.]

[ The comment gets an actual laugh out of Naomi, who wags a screwdriver in Alex's direction. ]

Word for word, I'd bet. He's got you pegged, Alex.

[ Alex opens his mouth, closes it, then opens it again, still wagging a finger. ]

Hey now. Just 'cause you know I'd say it, don't make it any less true!

[ he laughs and shakes his head against the bedframe, feeling connected to everyone in the room even without making eye contact. he wakes max up but pets the creature back down, still listening for the click of naomi's tools on the bed behind him. ]

Fine, I'm in. [ for operation: lasagna he means. ]