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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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Unfortunately for Clara, Bobbie doesn't have any shame when it comes to undressing. Usually, at least. This time, taking off her jumpsuit makes her stomach lurch, because everything about her is... thin. She looks so weak.

She sucks it up, kicks her jumpsuit aside, and starts checking the parts of her she can see easily, dragging her fingers over her skin and pressing down.

"I haven't seen anything like that."

"And if it was somewhere you couldn't see, you'd probably be able to feel it."

Clara moves behind Bobbie and starts with her back, shifting hair out of the way to get a better view. Even thin, even weak, she's still a complete marvel to look at. She could never be anything but. Pushing that thought aside, though, Clara starts her careful examination, her small, cool fingers prodding as gently as possible. She starts with the back of Bobbie's neck, then on down her spine, so the broad stretch of her shoulders. Nothing looks out of the ordinary, so far.

This isn't a very great experience for her, because as she searches, it just drives home how wrong she looks and feels. She can feel the jut of her hipbones and shoulders. She was always athletic, but even before her military training bulked her up, she was more soft curves than this. She sets her jaw and tries to ignore it.

"What did it feel like?"

"Like a weird itch."

Clara notices there's a difference, after a minute. It's been a month and a half on a space station; maybe she got a little lax on the exercise? Even under a jumpsuit, Bobbie never looked this lanky.

"Have you been losing weight? Rapidly, I mean?" That could be a parasite, again.

Bobbie shoots Clara a look over her shoulder, though she's more frustrated with herself than with Clara. "Rapidly is a way to put it. I've been shrinking since this morning."

"This morning?"

Clara comes around her side to look up (way up) at her face, as if hoping to see a smirk or a laugh, some sign that that was a joke, an exaggeration. When she sees nothing of the sort, her brows furrow.

"That's... really not good." Which doesn't need to be said, of course. With a renewed concern, Clara gets back to checking Bobbie's body for any sign of... of something, whatever could possibly be causing this.

"I know."

She's terribly aware of it. She thinks of Alex again, withering away alone. Honestly, she thinks she'd prefer that over someone having to watch her go out that way.

"Are you seeing anything?"

"Not yet."

She splays her fingers over Bobbie's back, slipping down her spine, eyes scanning over every inch of skin for an abnormality, other than those caused by the weight loss.

"Is it still getting worse?"

Bobbie lets out a breath, raking a hand through her hair. She's exhausting, and this is a little humiliating. It's starting to get to her in a way she can't hide.

"I think so. I don't know how much worse it can get."

"Hey, shh, it's alright." Clara lays a hand on Bobbie's shoulder, trying to make her voice calm. "Why don't you sit down? I can check your legs from there."

She gestures to the closest comfortable surface, gentle and pleading. There's a prickling fear in her stomach, but she can't let it show. She has to believe Bobbie is going to be alright, or else Bobbie won't believe that.

If only basic crisis tactics worked on adult marines.

She has an idea of what Clara's doing, but she doesn't take offense. It's not exactly working, because Bobbie knows just how bad this is, but she appreciates it. Clara's trying, even though Bobbie has a feeling she's freaked out. She can't blame her.

But Bobbie sits down in one of the chairs when Clara asks, leaning back a little too heavily. "Thanks. For doing this."

At least getting Bobbie off of her feet is a small win, and Clara breathes easier for it. She crouches down in front of her, one hand resting on her knee.

"You're welcome." The nicety feels out of place with the panic in her chest. "I'm sorry I don't know what else to do."