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Alex "not in love with a spaceship" Kamal ([personal profile] donkeyballs) wrote in [community profile] reverielogs2018-06-08 01:12 pm

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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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[personal profile] marineris 2018-06-21 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Bobbie's still not in great shape, but it's been two days, and she doesn't seem to be getting worse. She doesn't seem to be getting better, either, but she's determined to force herself through it, so she's been making herself walk around the ship. Her destination this time is the observation deck, and surprise surprise, look who's there already.

Pointing his gun at the windows. What?]


Hey, Amos. There a reason you're playing target practice with those moons?
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[personal profile] tumang 2018-06-21 09:15 am (UTC)(link)
You shouldn't be exhausting yourself.

[ She's been weak. Frail. In a completely un-Babs-like way. Kinda like Amos has been emotional, in a completely un-Amos-like way. Similarities, coincidences, the station playing some game? Who knows. Amos doesn't care. ]

Too far to shoot. I should look into the PDCs this station apparently has, though. Maybe those can reach.
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[personal profile] marineris 2018-06-21 01:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[Okay. Great. Bobbie crosses the room to join him, one hand going to his arm. Something is very, very wrong here, something in the tone of his voice, and she wants to get that gun away from him.]

And what's that going to accomplish, exactly?
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[personal profile] tumang 2018-06-21 03:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Dunno.

[ Amos shrugs. ]

Probably nothing. It's not like it's planet busting torpedoes we're talking about.

[ He pulls down the gun. Despite the scientific interest, he doesn't actually plan on doing anything. Barrel down, he rest the shotgun against his leg, and looks at Bobbie. ]

You should sit, before you pass out.