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[donkeyballs]

» 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.

Comments

[pampa]

That's Karen. She's my neighbor. [ he slurps coffee loudly and shrugs a bony shoulder. ]

[marineris]

So? Is she made of sunshine?

[pampa]

What... like, you want me to ask? I'll ask right now.

[tumang]

[ Amos holds out an arm over Miller's chest to keep him from standing up. ]

She isn't. She looks like she is, but she's also sort of obsessed with guns? Also in a weird relationship with Frank. He almost broke my nose when I said I'd do her.

[donkeyballs]

[ Huh. ]

I didn't know he was with someone.

[ What the hell, Frank? ]

[pampa]

Who's Frank? [ predictably, he tries to get up, but amos' arm is much stronger than his whole... self so he's blocked effectively. ]

We have a secret knock. She seems fine.

[subplot]

[She notices Amos's arm across Miller and shamelessly gets up and moves over to their table to sit right beside her bff neighbor. If he's blocked from getting up, she'll just go to him.]

Frank is a friend.

[Yeah, hi. Her ears are burning]

[pampa]

Hey, Karen... [ awkward. he stares at amos, pls to let go of him now. ] These guys wanted me to ask you if you're made of sunshine. I said that was crazy, but... everything here is crazy, so. Are you?

[donkeyballs]

[ Christ.

Alex just rubs his hand over his face. He'd like to die now, thanks, Miller. ]

[subplot]

[Karen stares. And then stares some more. She really has no idea how to respond to that.]

If I was made of sunshine, wouldn't you all be blind right now?

[Or have melted eyes or something like that??

Whatever. She folds her arms against the tabletop and looks over at Miller like she agrees that the theory is crazy.]

[pampa]

See, she makes a good point. Doesn't she make a good point, Inyalowda? [ he nods, that's that. his poor neighbor girl isn't made of actual sunshine everyone just cool it. ] So, really... who's Frank?

[subplot]

[He manages to make her sigh, because he's latched onto something she wishes he wouldn't.]

Frank is...a friend from home.

[It's not a lie, but it's not the full truth either.]

i'm just gonna keep stealing these until u guys take it back ok

[pampa]

You don't sound so sure about that. Unless he's something more than a friend.

[ it's idle, the words of a detective but the tone of a layabout. he shrugs. ]

It's good you have someone here, right? All I've got are these losers.

[subplot]

We hardly see each other.

[She awkwardly fumbles, and she shrugs in return. Playing it cool isn't working but maybe she can act oblivious to that fact.]

He sees these losers - [She pauses to gesture at the others sitting around the table, turning a look over at Miller to imply your words, not mine.] more than he does me. But I'm lucky to have him here with me.

[donkeyballs]

Well, ain't gonna lie, it'd be interestin' to hear about what he's like when he ain't on the station.

[ Aka: Sit down and stay a while. ]

[subplot]

[Ha. Ha ha ha.

Oh, Alex. Karen stares and shifts uncomfortably. It's one thing to defend him to people that know he's a mass murderer and it's another to have to tell people that are his friends.]

Frank's had a hard life. He's just trying to make the most out of what he's had dealt to him.

[Man, she should write PR or Lifetime movies for murderers she'd do a great job.]

[pampa]

[ he turns towards alex. ] That's the asshole you guys are always palling around with? [ huh. he probably should have put that together sooner. ]

Yeah, we've all got a sob story, Sunshine. I think what Alex is asking is - what do you two mean to each other?

[subplot]

[She slouches down in her seat, frowning in displeasure. Miller continuing to poke at this is upsetting her because she really has no idea how to answer him.]

I don't know how to answer that. I care about him, isn't that enough?

[donkeyballs]

That's plenty. [ He assures her, before giving Miller a bit of look. She isn't a case, bro. ]

How did you guys meet? [ He's just going to be nosy in a different direction. ]

[subplot]

At a hospital.

[Which she doubts will be enough detail for them, so she flatly fixes them with a look that says they asked for this. Maybe they'll think she's lying.]

The first time, he was shooting at me and a client I was trying to help. The second, he was arrested and strapped down to a hospital bed and I refused to leave until he let me help him with his case.

[you know, classic meet cute stuff]

[pampa]

[ he just shrugs alex off like usual and sure enough the guy asks an even more invasive question. typical. miller leans towards karen a little, hanging on her every word. ]

Sounds romantic. [ he might not even be kidding, honestly. ]

[subplot]

[You know what, Miller? You're going to get hit on the arm. Hard.]

[pampa]

Sabaka! [ he frowns, staring down at his arm before rubbing it idly with the opposite hand. that is going to bruise his chalk bones good, ty karen. ]

For such a small Earther, you've got an arm on you.

[donkeyballs]

[ Alex chuckles, trying not to grin and failing. ]

You know, I met this guy in a fire fight, too. [ He gestures at Miller. ]

Though lucky for us, he was shootin' the other guys, too.

[pampa]

[ now he has two inners to glare at - it's rude to split his attention like that. ]

I hope you're not trying to say that was romantic, too. [ though honestly, he wouldn't put it past him. ]