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Post by BB-8 on Oct 5, 2016 23:47:27 GMT -5
One couldn't suppress her laughter at Three's attempt to be cool. At least, she assumed that was the intended purpose. It didn't go so well. Easy smile on her lips, the girl shook her head. "Yeah, if you say so, Cap. Let's just... stay upright until we get to chairs, alright? Please, I don't think I'm strong enough to carry anyone." She nodded, as if deciding she had said enough- although One was beginning to suspect that she wasn't the type to ever stop talking -and pushed past Three and Five. Once back in the mess, she plopped her arms-full of bars on to the table. "Bon apetite." She grabbed another for herself, grinning up at Six. "It'a not good, but eat anyways. Not sure how we could keep the ship runnin' if we don't keep ourselves runnin, y'know?"
Seven's brow furrowed and he reached a hand up to scratch at his beard, glancing towards the ground. "If I'm being honest... I have no clue. I just... I've got this sense, like whatever I don't remember wasn't all that important. Or maybe I didn't have much to remember." He pressed his lips into a thin line and tilted his head a bit as another idea popped into his head. "It's entirely possible I wanted to forget. Who knows." Oh shoot, that sounded incriminating, didn't it? "Ah, I mean, not that I did this. Or, if I did, I'm just as clueless as the rest of us." He wasn't even sure of what skills he had, let alone if he had the knowledge to wipe a person's memory. If he did, surely he would have been smart enough to only wipe his own memories, right? So many questions he wanted answered. "Doesn't matter. What matter's right now is making sure all of us stay alive. Which includes you, so are you sure you're alright?"
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Oct 6, 2016 0:09:25 GMT -5
Two nodded his head, understanding what Seven was saying. Maybe that was why they all had lost their memories. Maybe their past selves weren't all that great to remember, anyway. But, it still hurt to NOT know. At least, to Two, it did. Because he had this strange scar on his face, and on his arm. And there was some sort of pain on his back as well. He hadn't checked it, but he was certain he had some sort of scars back there too. Where had he gotten so scarred? "Um...yeah, I'm alright." He shuffled his feet, "Thanks for asking." He gave Seven a soft smile, then gestured to Seven's arm, "Though, aren't you a bit curious as to what happened...to your arm?" He had noticed Seven's metallic arm when they were back at the bridge with everyone else, but he hadn't said anything, "I mean...it looks cool and all, but...don't you want to know what happened?" Did they all have some kind of scar or metallic prosthetic limb? Did they all have some sort of physical or mental flaw that was supposed to challenge them? Who put them here?
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Post by dumple on Oct 6, 2016 0:12:47 GMT -5
Six flinched a bit as One made her appearance; she hadn't even heard her come in. She watched as One dropped an arm full of... something... onto the table. Looking more closely, she saw that they were some kind of food bar. She smiled up at One. In all honesty, she didn't think they would coma back. "Thank you," she said sincerely. Picking one up and unwrapping, she tilted her head to look past One. "Where are the others?" She asked, taking a bite of the bar. It wasn't very good, but compared to the alcohol from earlier it was fine. "Did they have too much to drink?"
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Post by BB-8 on Oct 6, 2016 0:20:48 GMT -5
Omg I completely forgot about his arm brain why Oh well, it fits well with the backstory I'm thinking about for home lol
Seven drowned and lifted up his arm. As he twisted it to look from all angles, he could hear the servos and other mechanics whir. It was interesting to note that it wasn't and entire replacement for his arm. Rather, it was simply an exoskeleton- a series of poles, so to speak, that functioned to move his seemingly atrophied arm. He found that strange, admittedly. His past self must have wanted to remember the injury, or something like that. Huh. "Guess so. But I don't think this defines me. It doesn't now, anyways. If we get our memories back- great. If we don't? I think we simply have to accept that and figure out who we are now. Imagine how many people wish they could get a second chance at life. We have that chance." He sighed, almost wistfully. "Want to go find the rest of the crew? Maybe they've made a plan by now."
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Oct 6, 2016 1:15:37 GMT -5
Two stared in fascination as Seven observed his arm. This tugging feeling exploded in his chest, and he felt ready to jump, to sprint, to do something. But he stayed calm. Just because he thought the thing was REALLY REALLY cool, it didn't give him the right to investigate it. That was Seven's job. The mechanics in it was incredibly awesome, though. "Yeah, I guess you're right..." Two looked away from Seven's arm and gave him a small smile, "We could do whatever now. Since we don't know what we did before. Besides, nobody here remembers each other, right? Nobody knows else out here." He sighed, stretching his arms. That long stasis caused his muscles to ache badly. How long were they down, anyway? "Sure. I think they all went to the mess hall." Two smirked, "I'm kinda hungry myself."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2016 15:00:18 GMT -5
"I'm here," Five slurred, stumbling his way into the room and giving Six a cocky smile. He made his way to a chair, flopped down, and put his curly-haired head onto his arm. His head was spinning just a bit, and he felt sick. Liquor on an empty stomach was never, never a good idea, but he hadn't been thinking about that when he'd basically downed half of that bottle of whiskey. Now, he'd pay the price, but he tried to put on a brave, sober face as he peeled away from his arm, running a hand through his hair and blowing air out his nose.
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Post by dumple on Oct 6, 2016 19:51:47 GMT -5
Six watched Five with an amused look on her face. He looked terrible. "Feeling alright, 'lover boy'?" She sneered, referencing his 'star-crossed lover' joke from earlier. She wondered how Three was holding up. She'd had the most liquor out of them all so far. For a second she thought about getting up and checking on her, but decided against it. She could find her way back. Cheek still resting in her hand, she forced down another bite of the protein bar.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2016 20:28:39 GMT -5
Five smiled bitterly, giving a nod as he tried to cover up the sweat on his brow with the side of his hand. "Oh yeah, sweetheart," he replied with a wink, "doing great." Nope. His stomach was killing him. Damn him for being so stupid as to not eat before drinking so much. "How're you doing?" She looked fine. Not fine, but fine. Everyone here just looked a bit grey. The sort of grey that those stasis tubes put on your skin, that was.
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Post by dumple on Oct 6, 2016 20:46:04 GMT -5
Six snickered at Five's obvious discomfort. Her joy was short-lived, however, as she choked on her own spit. After nearly hacking up a lung, she gave a flimsy thumbs up. "Couldn't be better," she wheezed, eyes watering.
((Sorry for the short reply!))
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Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2016 20:56:28 GMT -5
Five burst out laughing. It was that kind of drunk laughing where it was both too loud and lasted for two long, and when it died down he had tears in his eyes too, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Graceful," he said simply, pulling another one of the little bars out of his pocket and slowly unwrapping it, breaking a piece off and popping it into his mouth, wiping the chocolate coating off on his pants.
[[ it's coolio julio. ]]
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Post by BB-8 on Oct 6, 2016 21:05:26 GMT -5
Seven clapped his healthy hand on Two's back. "See? You just have to look at bright side of things. Find a silver lining!" He returned the other man's smile, then dropped his hands by his sides and strode off down the hallway. He didn't actually have any clue where the mess was, but he had seen the other crew head off in this direction. Nonetheless, he walked with a fake purpose, hoping he could look confident enough. He was also hyper aware of his arm now, constantly glancing down towards it. He couldn't help but wonder why he had gotten this strange contraption instead of a prosthetic.
One beamed at the older girl. "You're welcome!" Gosh, helping people offered a fantastic feeling in return. She liked this. Whatever the crew had been doing before, with her being here, it had to be something morally good. There was absolutely no way they were, say, criminals. That was insane! "Haha, well, they're somehow still standing." She gestured to Five as he entered. She mumbled quickly and quietly to Six, "But I think we might want to ban them from the drinks."
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Post by dumple on Oct 6, 2016 21:16:37 GMT -5
Six huffed and turned away, feeling her face turn red. Unfortunately, her coughing fit had reminded her bladder that she still had to go to the bathroom. Eyes widening, she thought about asking Five if he'd seen one on his way back. She quickly realized that was a horrible idea, the guy could hardly stand, never mind remember if he'd seen a certain room. Biting her bottom lip, she scanned the mess, hoping maybe she'd just missed it the first time she looked. But no such luck.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2016 21:41:01 GMT -5
"I'm fine," Five scoffed, looking over at One with raised brows, and then back to Six, as he saw her look a bit... uncomfortable, "what are you looking for?" Not that he'd know where it was, or he didn't suppose he would. He popped another bite of the bar into his mouth. It got even grosser the more you ate, but unfortunately, it seemed to be one of the only things here.
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Post by dumple on Oct 6, 2016 21:54:06 GMT -5
Six nodded to One. They didn't need Five and Three getting any worse. She jumped a bit at Five's question, turning to face him. "Uh... bathroom," She still she couldn't bring herself to look at him, heat still lingering on her face from her earlier embarrassment. "Y-you wouldn't happen to have seen one, would you?" She stuttered while fidgeting.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2016 22:02:13 GMT -5
"Uh," Five drawled, clearly not too perturbed as he scrunched up the area between his eyes in thought, "yeah, there's one down the hall, down that way, I think." He pointed at the far door with his ring finger before bringing his elbow back down to the table to prop his chin up on his hand, finishing the last bite of this protein bar with the other.
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Post by dumple on Oct 6, 2016 22:21:46 GMT -5
Six raised an eyebrow, surprised Five actually had an answer. "Thanks," she murmured, pushing herself up out of the chair. As she walked by, she remembered she wanted the gun back. I'll ask later, She promised herself. Even if it wasn't loaded, the thought of a tipsy Five holding a weapon made her nervous. She quickly made her way to the door Five had pointed out, and slipped out of the mess hall.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2016 22:28:44 GMT -5
Five watched her go, laying his head back down on the cool, metallic table. It felt good. Despite having been in stasis for God knows how long, he was tired. He was gonna need to find some place to sleep eventually, but not right now. He just needed to close his eyes for a second, get rid of the bubbling in his stomach and his headache.
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Post by dumple on Oct 6, 2016 22:43:47 GMT -5
Six had very little trouble finding the bathroom. She curled her lip in annoyance. She had been down this way before, why didn't she see it then? When she was done, she debated of she should go back to the mess, or try to find the armory again. Biting her bottom lip, she surprisingly decided very quickly. She seemed to have the worst sense of direction in the group, so someone else would have better luck finding it. With that, she headed back to the others. It took her longer than it should have to get back, she had almost taken a few wrong turns. Upon arriving, she silently slid back into her chair and picked up another bar.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2016 22:51:36 GMT -5
"You made it!" Five said, peeling his head back off of his arm to smile. He was quickly discovering that he was a cheeky little bastard, though it was quite evident from his internal sarcastic monologue that had been playing since he had woken up.
[[ #icantdorepliesthislateoopsie ]]
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Post by dumple on Oct 6, 2016 23:02:55 GMT -5
((#GoToBed, #INeedToGoToBedToo. ((alsoishipfiveandsixoops))))
Six and placed the back of her hand against her forehead. "Oh, but just barely," she sighed dramatically. "If only my knight in shining armor had been there," Her voice become more of a growl at the end of the sentence. She quickly dropped her hand and ripped open the bar. Careful not to choke this time, she took a big bite, just managing to keep it down.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2016 23:25:06 GMT -5
[[ #no #iamskippingtomorrowanywaysbecauseiamill #iwilljustsleepin (andsame) ]]
"Oh, I would've come if you asked, sweetheart, but I do have boundaries," Five replied, keeping that goofy smile on his face as he set his chin in his hands. He was finding that he was actually enjoying Six's company, more than anyone else's, in all honesty. He had thought they were gonna kill each other for a moment there, but now? Eh, she was still a cocky asshole, but so was he.
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Post by dumple on Oct 6, 2016 23:39:47 GMT -5
((Lucky. I have work in exactly 7 hours from now. And I can't skip it.))
Six rolled her eyes, hiding a small smile under the guise of a cough. As much as she hated to admit it, Five wasn't so bad. Of course, she still didn't fully trust him, but bickering with him was a fun was to pass the time. After she was sure her smile had faded, she put her hand back down and stuffed the rest of the bar in her mouth. "Oh,' She piped up after she had swallowed, "Can I have the gun back?" It was more of an order than a question.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2016 23:48:00 GMT -5
[[ #iamamerehighschooler #whohasnojob #becauseican'tdrive ]]
Five's face blanked for a minute? Gun. What...? Oh, that gun. He'd completely forgotten about it, but reaching into his belt loop, he pushed himself to his feet and shuffled to her table, setting it in front of her with a sloppy flourish. "Your gun, m'lady," he joked with a wink.
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Oct 7, 2016 0:20:28 GMT -5
Seven clapped his healthy hand on Two's back. "See? You just have to look at bright side of things. Find a silver lining!" He returned the other man's smile, then dropped his hands by his sides and strode off down the hallway. He didn't actually have any clue where the mess was, but he had seen the other crew head off in this direction. Nonetheless, he walked with a fake purpose, hoping he could look confident enough. He was also hyper aware of his arm now, constantly glancing down towards it. He couldn't help but wonder why he had gotten this strange contraption instead of a prosthetic. Mikel chuckled at Seven, walking behind him to catch up. "Eh, you sure you know where you're going, Seven?" Mikel murmured, with a smirk, as he got beside the other. The man was taller than he, but he tried to keep up with his pace as best possible. He placed his hands in his suit's pockets. He wasn't sure what type of suits they were actually wearing, but he felt comfortable in it, nonetheless. After all, they had slept in these clothes for the past...well, however long they were in stasis.
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Post by amberice on Oct 7, 2016 11:22:13 GMT -5
Three strolled into the mess, holding herself together surprisingly well. Granted, the room was doing this odd, waving motion that she wasn't too sure about, but she was upright and somewhat coherant, so she considered that a win. Dumping her cargo of meal bars onto the table, she picked one up to throw at Six before sitting, "So, now is the time for planning. We needs plans." She pointed a finger at One, her hand moving about quite a bit as she tried to keep her finger on the target as One seemed to shift and move without even walking. "One, make a plan."
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Post by BB-8 on Oct 7, 2016 12:24:47 GMT -5
"No. Not even a little bit," Seven admitted sheepishly. "Only thing is I saw them head this way. Plus, it's the mess hall. It's bound to be large and noticeable." Or he hoped so. Failing to find the rest of the crew with another in tow wasn't his definition of fun. "So uh, you remember anything about yourself at all? I mean, Three seems to remember- or at least think -she's captain, and One knew how to read the Nav System. Six knew how to handle that gun. Think you might have some muscle memory still lingering?"
One had silently taken her seat again, trying her best to keep quiet and let Six and Five talk. It was good that they could get along. She didn't think it would be very smart to have enemies in a crew this small. In the meantime, she ate some more, ignored the taste some more. As much as she tried to focus on Five and Six's words, if only to distract herself, the otherwise silence lent itself well to internal thought. Which she so unfortunately got herself caught up in, thinking about who she could have been, who they all could have been, why their ship was heading for certain doom, why there were so few people on a ship this big- not to mention it was a pretty nice ship -why it seemed only certain memories were lost. There were so many unanswered questions, it was practically overwhelming. It took her a minute to realize that Three had been talking to her. Her brow furrowed, and she gave her a very confused look. "A... a plan? Why am I the one to make it? Aren't you Captain?"
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Post by amberice on Oct 7, 2016 12:36:14 GMT -5
Three began to speak, then paused to hold back a massive burp. She wasn't very successful in that endeavor, but managed to muffle it quite a bit. Once she had recovered, she grinned, "Because, m'dear, you are the only one who's seen the nav routes. We can make the jump if you think we should, we just gotta wait for android to pop back online once he's done with his map. Nap. His nap." Picking up a meal bar, she used it to exaggerate her already emphatic pointing, "You are also sober and my brain is currently not ready to contribute to the schafety of this ship." Leaning back in her chair, she managed to catch herself just as she felt it tilting, "Hahah!" Glancing back over at One, she gave her a wink and more awkward finger guns, "So, whatcha thinking?"
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Post by BB-8 on Oct 7, 2016 13:11:07 GMT -5
One was quickly understanding why she was perfectly okay with someone else taking the reigns as captain. Besides the fact that she didn't feel it was her thing at all, she was suddenly hit with a wall of anxiety, worrying about where that route might land them. At least if it was Three making the call, the blame would be on her instead. But no- it was up to One! The girl frowned, glancing past Three as she thought. "Well... it's the only clue we have for our memories. Someone on the other side of that jump might know who we're supposed to be, what we're supposed to be doing." She shrugged, "Not like we can go anywhere until the android is back up, anyways."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2016 14:13:28 GMT -5
"We don't have to wait fer the android," Five slurred, loudly, "these um, this type'a ship has a physical link to uh, to the android in the bridge. If you can hook that up to the main grid, it can uh, manually start moving even without the actual android there." How he knew that he didn't know, but it just kind of came out of his mouth. So far, none of the knowledge he possessed made sense. He knew the value of everything in the ship and how to rewire it, but he couldn't read a nav map? It was strange. He didn't know what that made him.
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Oct 7, 2016 14:19:05 GMT -5
"No. Not even a little bit," Seven admitted sheepishly. "Only thing is I saw them head this way. Plus, it's the mess hall. It's bound to be large and noticeable." Or he hoped so. Failing to find the rest of the crew with another in tow wasn't his definition of fun. "So uh, you remember anything about yourself at all? I mean, Three seems to remember- or at least think -she's captain, and One knew how to read the Nav System. Six knew how to handle that gun. Think you might have some muscle memory still lingering?" Two chuckled lightly at Seven's confession of not knowing where they were going. He looked down the hall and shrugged. He wasn't sure either, but hey, they'd get somewhere eventually. He glanced up at Seven, hesitating, before nodding a bit, "I...I think so. It's not really a memory, though. More of a...feeling, I guess." He looked down at the floor, "It's this weird itching sensation I get in my hands whenever I see the Nav system and the pilot area. I feel this strange tugging sensation to just...grab up the controls and drive us away. But, I can't. Because I don't know how." He sighed, "I don't know why I feel this way, but maybe I liked to fly in my past or something?"
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