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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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.
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I didn't know he was with someone.
[ What the hell, Frank? ]
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We have a secret knock. She seems fine.
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Frank is a friend.
[Yeah, hi. Her ears are burning]
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Alex just rubs his hand over his face. He'd like to die now, thanks, Miller. ]
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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.]
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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
[ 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.
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[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.
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[ Aka: Sit down and stay a while. ]
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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.]
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Yeah, we've all got a sob story, Sunshine. I think what Alex is asking is - what do you two mean to each other?
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I don't know how to answer that. I care about him, isn't that enough?
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How did you guys meet? [ He's just going to be nosy in a different direction. ]
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[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]
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Sounds romantic. [ he might not even be kidding, honestly. ]
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For such a small Earther, you've got an arm on you.
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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.
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I hope you're not trying to say that was romantic, too. [ though honestly, he wouldn't put it past him. ]