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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

mess hall; the morning after sad parents club meeting

[tekimetexeng]

[ To add injury to insult, as it were, Naomi is hung over this morning. She can't even grumble about it proudly, because it's not like anyone had fun last night. The drowning of one's sorrows was always a short-term help at best, she knew that, yet she'd kept pace with Alex anyway and was paying for it now. Ugh. Hopefully no one needs her for anything today.

She's at one of the smaller mess hall tables, slumped over a cup of this place's sad excuse for coffee. At least the caffeine should help a little, if she manages to keep it down. ]

[tumang]

[ Amos is so glad to be feeling back like himself these days, even if it means he's back to sleeping a couple hours at night - and it's not been made any better by what happened with Prax. He stayed with him until he got back to a sort of normal state, even if Amos knew he was still upset and thinking over and over that Mei was dead.

So, after a night where he spent more time thinking about Prax than sleeping, Amos is walking down to the mess hall, the limp still sort of obvious, when he spots Naomi, and wow, isn't that a sight he's not seen in a long time.

She's hungover, and he can tell from the second he sees her. Her hair's limp, her eyes are closed, she looks in pain. Does it have anything to do with Prax's state last night?

Without even thinking about it, Amos goes to the best of the fabricators, the one he and Terezi worked on - still far from 100%, but slightly better results than the others, and gets it to make pancakes and some syrup that looks way too pale to be maple, but can't be worse than the toppings they get on the Roci. He then punches in requests for eggs and bacon, and loads it all up on a plate, bringing it to Naomi's table and sliding it in front of her, careful. ]

Mornin'.

[tekimetexeng]

[ That limp would be an unfortunate thing for Naomi to notice right now, after having spent most of last night curled up in Frank's room with the offending pooch. Luckily, she's not looking up, not until Amos is right in front of her and setting a plate full of food between her and her coffee cup.

Does he expect her to eat all of that? It'd probably be good for her, but Amos please. Still, nauseated or not, the gesture itself gets a fond smile. He's always looking after her. ]

Hey... morning.

[ She gestures for him to sit with her, straightening her shoulders a bit. She knows she still looks like crap, but might as well try not to seem a mess. Try to make a joke of it. ]

I'm getting too old for mystery liquor, I think.

[tumang]

[ He doesn't expect anything. It's kind of a thing, for him, not to. But she might want some of it, if not all of it. He can always polish off the rest.

He raises an eyebrow in answer, though, sitting down and putting his elbows on the table as he looks at Naomi, only some sympathy in his features. He hopes Prax isn't in the same state, although he doubts it, the doc hadn't looked that drunk. Just completely thrown, and sad. ]

Think it's the mystery of it that got you?

[ Growing serious, he continues: ]

What prompted the session, though?