bad bitch
𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤
if i punch myself and it hurts am i too weak or too strong
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Post by 𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤 on Oct 11, 2016 0:31:17 GMT -5
(hi! is it too late for me to join as four?)
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Post by The Blue Adept on Oct 11, 2016 0:38:46 GMT -5
im late to the party, but that is a good and accurate image
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Post by amberice on Oct 11, 2016 12:29:54 GMT -5
(sorry, parkprot, four's been claimed. however, rose hasn't posted a form yet, so the spot may open back up again in the next few days)
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bad bitch
𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤
if i punch myself and it hurts am i too weak or too strong
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Post by 𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤 on Oct 11, 2016 12:32:40 GMT -5
(okay, thanks!)
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Post by amberice on Oct 11, 2016 12:34:57 GMT -5
(*finger guns* no prob bob.)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2016 14:54:36 GMT -5
[[ that pic was p glorious falchion. ]]
Well, it looked like everyone was sleeping, so Five walked to the sleeping quarters as well, following a good bit behind Six so that she didn't get snippy at him or anything. Once he arrived, he walked into a room to which the door was open. It had stuff strewn about it, and for a moment he was startled, but he nearly smacked himself as he recalled that they had probably lived here before this memory wipe thing. He took a deep breath, and pushed some of the rumpled clothes out of his way with the back of his foot. It was a man's room, probably, but the boxer briefs just confirmed it. He couldn't see any pictures to identify who had slept here, so he flopped onto the bed, tucking a hand behind his head and staring up at the ceiling as he worked both of his shoes off with the opposite foot. He didn't remember if he'd slept here, but then again he didn't remember anything, so. It wasn't long until Five felt his eyes heavy, and he let them close, conscious dancing to the back of his mind as he started to doze off. It had been a long day.
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Post by BB-8 on Oct 11, 2016 15:31:00 GMT -5
Should we just skip to the destination
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dumple
THE FUTURE HOLDS A LARGE REPTILE
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Post by dumple on Oct 11, 2016 15:42:45 GMT -5
(([smear:FF0000]Thanks[/smear:00FF00] )) Six made her way towards the back, figuring the first few rooms would already have been claimed. Being the anti-social person she was, she chose the very last door. Seconds after opening it, she knew it was hers. Everything was red, from the walls to the sheets to the dresser. The bed was covered in fluffy pillows and plush throws, as well as a good amount of stuffed animals. Books littered every available surface. Six bent down and picked one up from the floor, flipping it over to look at the title. Elements of Mechanical Engineering. Her eyes widened in excitement. Oh boy, was she gonna be busy. Slamming the door shut, she flopped down on the bed and began reading.
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Post by amberice on Oct 11, 2016 15:54:26 GMT -5
(sure, sounds good to me)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2016 16:08:05 GMT -5
who gonna start
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Post by amberice on Oct 11, 2016 16:25:24 GMT -5
Someone else can, I'm going to be out tonight)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2016 16:41:56 GMT -5
[[ i shall do it. ]]
After how long Five didn't know, he woke up to an alarm beeping. He had rolled onto his side at some point, facing the nightstand, and he saw that the screen on the clock was flashing MANUALLY DOCKING, MANUALLY DOCKING over and over again. For a moment, his mind reeled as to what that meant, but then he remembered that they had been back on course for a destination. He half stepped, half rolled from the bed, stumbling to the dresser and beginning to change. He was pulling his shirt on when he realized that he was doing all this without really thinking, and he paused, running his hands down the front of his jeans. Yeah, definitely his room. He straightened his shirt out, brushed his hair around a bit, and headed out into the hall, glancing back and forth to see if anyone was up too.
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dumple
THE FUTURE HOLDS A LARGE REPTILE
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Post by dumple on Oct 11, 2016 19:55:47 GMT -5
((what does the screen flash say?? my eyes are bad..))
Six had no idea how long she had actually been reading, but she was more than halfway done with the book. Deciding she wanted to make it last, she marked the page and closed the cover. She was still in a bit of a fog as she stood up and stretched, words still swimming across her view. Looking down at her clothes, she realized she had no idea how long they'd been in stasis, and it was definitely time to change. Making her way to the dresser, she carelessly tossed her shirt to floor. She rummaged around and eventually came up with a red t-shirt a few sizes too big. It looked comfortable, so she opted to wear it. As she raised her arms to slip it on, she noticed a huge, discolored and jagged scar. It ran from under her right collar bone, around the back of her shoulder, and ended a bit above her hip. "Gross," She sneered, making a mental note to wear only sleeved shirts with high collars. She was in for another surprise as she slipped her pants off; another ugly scar wrapped all the way around her mid-thigh. Well, the scars might be a turn-off, but at least she was toned and could definitely break someone in a fight. With one last flex, just 'cause she could, she opened her door and stepped out into the hallway to see what everyone else had been doing.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2016 20:18:36 GMT -5
[[ 'manually docking.' mine are too, i'm just an asshole to myself. ]]
"Hey," Five said, turning to look as he heard Six come out of her room, "I think we're coming up on our destination." He tugged at the collar of his shirt awkwardly, more out of what seemed to be habit than discomfort. Apparently, he liked casual clothes, just wearing a white t-shirt, skinny jeans, and a pair of sneakers. He'd grabbed a light jacket to, and was clenching it in his fist. "We should probably go up to the bridge, yeah?" he continued after a moment, smiling and turning to head towards the opposite end of the hall, where the stairs were. How long had he been sleeping? He hadn't bothered to look at the time when he'd leaped out of bed.
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dumple
THE FUTURE HOLDS A LARGE REPTILE
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Post by dumple on Oct 11, 2016 20:33:45 GMT -5
((ooohhh. i saw the 'lly docking' and thought maybe it said 'finally docking"... also my rat just got stuck on top of the window? i have no idea how she dragged her fat little sausage body all the way up there....))
Six rubbed her eye, still in a bit of a daze. "Oh?" She mumbled, taking a few moments to process what Five had said. "Oh! yea, sure," She chirped, a bit more awake now. She followed him almost mindlessly, head still swimming with all the new information she'd obtained from the textbook. She almost forgot that they were headed to an unknown destination, and jerked awake when she finally remembered. Jogging a bit to catch up to Five, she looked around confusedly. "Where's everyone else?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2016 20:45:31 GMT -5
[[ why do all the swears on this site correct to silliness. and omg my rats used to climb two flights of stairs from the basement to my room just to get to their cage so. ]]
"Dunno," Five said after a second, glancing over at her and then glancing behind them as he entered the stairwell, hand trailing along the banister as he jogged upwards, "sleeping? My alarm went off to tell me that we're docking, wherever we are." He could feel the ship slowing down too, not really so much that he was off balance, but it was more in the vibration and the pull on his body in the air. It was weird. "Did you find your room? Like, your real room?" he continued after a moment.
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dumple
THE FUTURE HOLDS A LARGE REPTILE
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Post by dumple on Oct 11, 2016 20:56:27 GMT -5
((i dunno, maybe cuz there's kids? and that's cute, none of my rats know how to use stairs))
"Hmm..." Six hummed thoughtfully. Her alarm hadn't gone off, it was just pure chance they had left their rooms at the same time. She felt a wave of anxiety wash over her at the thought of going out there, wherever there was. Five's question snapped her out of it. "I think so. Even if it wasn't before, it is now," she said, thinking about all the books and diagrams she hadn't had a chance to look at yet. "What about you?" her voice cracked a bit as she lurched to the side, still trying to find her balance on the landing ship. She managed to catch herself on the wall, and pushed onward.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2016 21:06:05 GMT -5
[[ ah, probably the kids. kids are scary. ]]
"I think," Five said, pausing as he caught himself on the banister, and then began to trek forward again, "it's a mess, so it's probably mine. I couldn't find any pictures or my name though." Or, he hadn't really looked that hard. No diary on the bedside table either, but it wasn't like he'd checked the drawer. He wasn't sure if he was a diary kinda guy anyways. It was another thirty seconds until they came onto the bridge. They were indeed docking, having pulled into an antigravity port, and apparently already been put through customs. They were at some kind of trading port, clearly, but why? Five had no idea. He headed over to the front of the bridge, squinting down at the screens, trying to make sense of it. No, nothing again. "You know where this is?"
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dumple
THE FUTURE HOLDS A LARGE REPTILE
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Post by dumple on Oct 11, 2016 21:18:17 GMT -5
((tru tru))
Six nodded, even though Five couldn't see it. Finally reaching the bridge, she made a beeline for the windows. It was... a trading port? What did they have to trade? Biting her lip thoughtfully, Six scanned the view to see if she could make sense of anything. Giving up, she turned back to Five as he asked his question. "Of course I don't," Her words came out harsher then intended, spurred by nerves. Jerking her head around, she glared around the Bridge. "Where the hell is that Android...?" She growled, mostly to herself.
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Post by amberice on Oct 11, 2016 21:22:13 GMT -5
Three awoke to a gentle beeping from her bedside. Grumbling angrily, she nearly threw everything off of the small table, but decided against it due to the fact it would simply make too much noise and her head was throbbing. Hauling herself to her feet, she took a look around the room for the first time. Sparsely decorated, she would have assumed it were a spare if not for the clothes in the closet. Something coming back to her, she moved over to the bed and slowly ran her hand down the gap between it and the back wall. Her fingers brushed cold metal and she carefully removed a pistol. Her hand wrapped around it easily and she sighed, looking around once more. Perhaps this had been hers after all. Finding a holster in the closet, she strapped the pistol to her hip, then made her way out to head towards the bridge. The bright lights were a constant reminder of the throbbing pain just behind her eyes and she couldn't wait for a chance to get back to sleep in an attempt to let this wear off. She found her way to the bridge and gave her two crewmates playful slaps on their hindquarters as she walked past to look at the screens, "Any transmissions from the station?" She glanced down at the screen and navigated her way through the menus to pull up sub-space communications. Her brow furrowed for a moment, "Odd. They haven't hailed us yet."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2016 21:32:15 GMT -5
"Hey!" Five said, hopping forward as Three gave him a little smack, glaring over his shoulder with a bit of a smirk, but sobering up (well, sobering up as much as he could with his hangover induced migraine) as she spoke. Not hailed yet? They always hailed you, unless they'd known you were coming, and even then... Tapping his fingers on his thigh, he turned, heading over to one of the side screens and opening something which he did know how to use. The transport logs. And there were... none. There was the actual log, of course, but in it? Nothing. They were carrying nothing, according to this at least, and they'd picked nothing up either. "If we're not carrying goods, you two, what are we doing at a trading port?" he asked over his shoulder, looking the two women.
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dumple
THE FUTURE HOLDS A LARGE REPTILE
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Post by dumple on Oct 11, 2016 21:44:13 GMT -5
Six yelped and turned to Three with a snarl. She said nothing, however, and listened to what she and Five were talking about. Of course, she had no idea what any of it meant. She glanced back and forth between them, brows furrowed in confusion. So they weren't carrying any trade, but they were at a trade port? Maybe they were meeting someone here? Or... "Human trafficking," She stated flatly to herself. Their memories were wiped so that they could be filled with false information by their new masters. That had to be it. Six turned away from the others and nodded furiously to herself. Yup, that's obviously what's happening.
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Post by amberice on Oct 11, 2016 21:46:48 GMT -5
Three frowned, drumming her fingers against the seat before glancing over at Five and Six, "Maybe the logs were cleared by whatever affected the Android's memory. It's not like we've found the cargo bay yet." Sitting upright, she looked between the others, "Someone want to come with me to see what we've got down there?" They needed to know if there was truly nothing onboard before entering this station. Glancing out the windows as the ship settled into dock, she couldn't deny an uneasy feeling, like there was something they were missing. They should have been properly contacted already, at least as some sort of confirmation of the docking process. The sleek metal lining the docking bay was prominently marked with a stylized FC, with a sphere within the curve of the C. The symbol was unfamiliar, but it was enough to make her want to check to make sure she was still armed. Something was most certainly off. The mention of human trafficking had her slowly turn to Six, looking utterly befuddled, "That makes absolutely no sense, why wouldn't they have someone with memories watching over us to make sure we got here in one piece? It leaves far too much to chance."
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dumple
THE FUTURE HOLDS A LARGE REPTILE
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Post by dumple on Oct 11, 2016 22:01:49 GMT -5
Six shrugged. "Anything is possible," She said simply. She walked past the others and towards the door. "C'mon, let's go check out the cargo," Normally she would've just gone on ahead, but since they were in a strange and potentially dangerous area, sticking together would be best. Also, she had absolutely no idea where the cargo even was...
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Post by BB-8 on Oct 11, 2016 22:21:10 GMT -5
One groaned softly, rolling out of her bed. Why did it seem she was always getting woken up by blaring, red alarms? It was quite... alarming. No better way to wake up than lame puns. She pulled a new set of clothes, which thankfully fit well enough, then hurried down towards the bridge. She nearly ran straight into those who were exiting the space in her rush. "Hey, what's- woahh..." She stared in awe at what was visible of the station from their admittedly awkward docking position. Then again, it was space. No gravity meant awkward docking points were simply more effective. "F-C? What does that mean?" Then, upon realizing she was getting ahead of herself and actually had no clue what was going, she spun back around to face the three of them. "Sorry, uhm... what's going on? Where are we? And why are we?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2016 22:25:35 GMT -5
Five hurried after them, not saying anything on the human trafficking point. Maybe, yes, but he somehow doubted it. They didn't all seem like the type to be trafficked. It kind of scared him that he thought trafficked peoples had a 'type,' but he elected to ignore that thought as One came barging in, almost bouncing off of him as she came to a halt. "We're at our destination," he filled in, "it's a trading port, and we're going to check and see if we have anything in the cargo holds, cause the logs read that we don't." She sure looked frazzled, but then again, he had been when he was waking up too. Maybe that was what memory wipes did to you.
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Post by amberice on Oct 11, 2016 22:36:01 GMT -5
Three patted One's head as she walked past, "Morning kiddo. Ready for answers?" This was their only lead as to who they were so far, so this needed to pan out. Leading the way, she headed deeper into the ship, dropping down a deck. The sleek living area gave way to pipes and thick cables lining the walls as they headed into the mechanical portions of the ship and, after a few minutes, the hall opened into a large room with crates scattered throughout it. Walking in, she rested her hands on her hips, "This looks like the place." Without waiting, she made her way over to the nearest box and swung it open. Mouth dropping open for a second, she looked at the contents in shock. Guns. Lots and lots of them, stacked twenty deep with ammo boxes keeping everything in place. Slowly, she looked at the other five identical crates scattered throughout the room and swallowed, "So, I think I know what we're here to sell." As she looked back down into the crate she'd opened, she spotted something written on the inside lid. A series of numbers, seven in total. She began to mumble them under her breath, trying to commit them to memory, "0320577. 0320577. 0320577."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2016 22:43:35 GMT -5
"Sh/t!" Five exclaimed, leaning over her shoulder and looking down at the weapons. His mouth hung open for just a moment, and then he spouted out, "These are long-range defense pulse rifles. Well, some of them are closer range handguns, but they're equipped with pulse blasts too. Do you know how much these'll go for for one crate? Probably... probably close to one-hundred thousand units. With ammo included, maybe two-hundred thousand. Fingerprint sensor technology, self-balancing, barely any kick..." He stopped himself. How...? Five, of course, remembered learning none of that, but knew all of it, and was excited about it. He backed up a pace, from this crate at least, bumping into another one, pulling it open. This one had helmets. Helmets that he could name and price and pick apart in his head like he was looking at schematics laid in front of him. Were they the smugglers?
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Post by BB-8 on Oct 11, 2016 22:45:03 GMT -5
One pouted at Three. Kid? She wasn't a kid! And certainly not a 'kiddo.' That felt very demeaning. As Five began to explain things, she made a face. "I- huh? Oookay." This was quite a lot of information to be taking in just after waking up. She yawned and rubbed at her eyes, but followed after them nonetheless. The girl seeked answers just as much as everyone else. Course, this particular crew member had not been around for the 'human trafficking' conversation, and so was completely clueless when she bounced over to Three, body already filling up with her usual, endless energy. "Oh, geez! That's... a lot of guns!" She laughed nervously. "I really hope we're manufacturers and not... well, y'know."
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Post by amberice on Oct 11, 2016 22:50:33 GMT -5
Three slowly closed the crate, then turned around to lean against it. Her mind raced for a moment before she cleared her throat, "I don't think we got these through legal channels. So the question remains, were we here to sell or pick up something else?" Looking over at One, with her boundless energy, she smirked, "I doubt we made 'em. But I hope you're right." Glancing over at Five, she pushed off the crate and walked over to look at what he'd found, "So we're talking high end stuff, worth a lot? Anything a tiny trading outpost would need in these numbers?"
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