Alex "not in love with a spaceship" Kamal (
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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.
» 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 doesn't say anything when Bobbie speaks up, though. Lets Alex answer. ]
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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. ]
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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?
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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. ]
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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?
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Well, it ain't like we're used to real cheese anyway.
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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 ]
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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.
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Word for word, I'd bet. He's got you pegged, Alex.
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Hey now. Just 'cause you know I'd say it, don't make it any less true!
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Fine, I'm in. [ for operation: lasagna he means. ]