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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 just lets her take his arm and do whatever she wants to it - as if he's barely aware of it at all. Mostly he just tries not to look - afraid that if he does, his skin will just start sloughing off under her fingers.

He took a deep breath, closing his eyes. Okay. Naomi would be able to make sense of this, if anyone could.

"... I woke up, in the middle of the night, and I was drenched." Slowly, carefully, trying not to think too hard. "Never been so thirsty in my damn life. So I - I went to go get myself some water, right? Only when I got there - my skin was just kind of hangin' off my face, and when I tried to grab a glass of water, my fingers wouldn't work. And I heard - voices. Like they were right god damn there, I heard 'em--"

Naomi stays crouched in front of Alex's chair, convinced that his arm is somehow miraculously healed but not wanting to move away as he explains. As he does, however... okay, this doesn't sound great. But it's not unheard of, either. She shifts her grip to his hands to give a squeeze, trying to get him to open his eyes again.

"You were hallucinating? Like when I first arrived. Maybe it's something that gets into the air vents from time to time...?"

He swallows, looking away. Amos had always given him hell, for his family, but it wasn't something he really liked to advertise. Not with Holden and Naomi.

But on the other hand.

She needed to know what she was dealing with.

"... Not like this." Or maybe like this. He didn't know. "It wasn't just - voices I didn't recognize. It was - my family, back home. Askin' me - why I left, why I -" It's getting harder to speak, and he has to abort that train of though as his throat threatens to seize up.

"... Point is, I was - I kept hearin' 'em, over and over, and I kept - I kept sweatin, like I was a sponge and somethin' was trying to ring me out. Like every last drop of water in my body was pourin' out of me onto the floor, and my - Naomi - I could see my bones, under my skin, like my muscles were just wastin' away and leavin' me a husk, and then my legs stopped workin'--"

It does sound the same, at first -- she'd heard Holden, then seen a glimpse of him, then been convinced she was being chased by the hybrid. Was absolutely sure of it, until no one else had been able to see it and she was forced to accept it was all in her head. But as Alex continues...

That part, the physical part of it, certainly hadn't happened to her. And it's possible that was a hallucination too, considering that Alex is sitting right in front of her, seemingly healthy. It just doesn't explain the arm, or... was there a puddle in his room, still? If something like that had happened to him, as inexplicable as the solid metal of doors shifting phase, what had caused it? A biological agent, like she suspected was in the walls and vents, released when someone damaged the station?

"I don't understand. You're okay now?" She's not a doctor, but she does know the basics. Pulse, pupils, the resilience of his skin. Naomi checks him over carefully and methodically, and aside from seeming terrified? Alex is just fine. "Did you lose consciousness?"

"Yeah." He knew he was fine now. Or, well. He sort of knew. He kept having to check his hands, to make sure they were all there, or touch his face to make sure it wasn't sagging off of him.

"No idea how long I was out. Long enough that all the water had dried up into stains that stank like hell." His voice went a little quiet. "Prax helped me out. Made me take a shower."

It seems like... a night wouldn't be long enough to dry up a puddle. Naomi frowns, trying to make sense of it. But stains means it definitely wasn't in Alex's head, something physical happened to him. And when he recovered from it, whatever fixed him healed the arm too. That was two unexplained events, technically.

What they need is a proper scientist, and a proper lab for them to work in. To take air samples from the walls and vents, to check the water, to swab the stains in Alex's quarters. Without that... hmm. Maybe she should try and get samples anyway, in case it's possible to test them later.

"...I'll check it out. Do you think I need a vac suit, or have you and Prax been back in there since?" With the vents it's probably pointless to bother, but. Better safe than sorry.

He looked at her, obviously shaken. Christ, he hadn't even though of that.

"I - - Hell, I didn't even think, I just went straight to him--" If he'd somehow just arranged the deaths of all his friends--

He looked incredibly queasy.

"I... I needed to show 'em, so--"