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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Oct 28, 2016 21:17:05 GMT -5
Seven, somehow completely oblivious to everything that had been occurring, was rather engrossed in his current task. He had found his way to the infirmary and was currently inspecting every little detail. Perhaps his hunch had been correct? There was no burst of memories, but everything felt just vaguely familiar. It was... strange. He was currently in the midst of twirling a scalpel between his fingers, partially fascinated by the tool, and partly by the thin exoskeleton bits that moved his fingers for him.
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Post by dumple on Oct 28, 2016 21:39:50 GMT -5
Six had arrived in the living quarters, swearing and stomping the whole way from the bridge. If anyone had been sleeping before, they would probably be awake now. She glared up and down the corridor. She had no idea whose room was whose, and she sure didn't have the patience to knock on each door. "Two! Four! Seven!" She yelled, slamming her fist against the wall a few times for good measure. She waited for the echo to die down, then crossed her arms and waited to see if anyone would respond.
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Post by amberice on Oct 28, 2016 22:07:47 GMT -5
"Well said. You must've either been a poet or a politician." She teased, though there was no malice in her voice. Eyes half-closed, she enjoyed the moment a few seconds longer, then reluctantly pulled away. There wasn't time for this at the moment, as much as she wished there was. They had to find the bomb, otherwise this entire argument was a moot point, as they'd all be doomed anyways. She pulled herself to her feet then turned and offered One her hand, "Ready to go find a massive incendiary device?"
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Post by Salted Squid on Oct 28, 2016 22:15:04 GMT -5
Yo is this still open?))
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Post by amberice on Oct 28, 2016 22:35:57 GMT -5
No, I'm sorry. we're currently closed, I keep forgetting to update it)
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Oct 28, 2016 22:37:23 GMT -5
"Oh, hardy-har, aren't you just the funniest," One rolled her eyes, glancing in the other direction. It would have been nice to be able to articulate her own ideas in a pretty way, rather that spewing out other's words. It did, however, lend itself well to making points that sounded valid. "'It usually takes me more than three weeks to prepare a good impromptu speech,' Mark Twain. Not everyone is good at talking all nice and pretty. Not all the time." She shrugged, "Just seems to happen when I get pissed off. Which isn't particularly useful." A small frown reached her lips when Three left her side, the cool air of the ship replacing the comfortable warmth of another body. "Uh, yeah. Sure, I guess. Better than the others finding it and delivering it without us knowing, right?" Taking Three's hand, she got to her feet, glancing around for a moment like Five or Six would hop out from the shadows to threaten them with guns. These were not good thoughts to be having when they were supposed to be a unified crew.
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Post by dumple on Oct 28, 2016 22:59:02 GMT -5
Six let out a frustrated sigh. It seemed no one was in their rooms. She scratched the back of her head in annoyance, then turned and stormed towards the mess hall. "Where the hell is everyone..." she groaned, already bored of looking. "Two...Four.... Seven..." She drawled, now approaching the mess hall. If no one was in here, well, she had no idea where else to look. Because she is lazy and secretly doesn't want to find anyone cuz that would mean being social.
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Post by amberice on Oct 28, 2016 23:17:16 GMT -5
Three shrugged, lips pursing as she tried to wrap her head around it all. She honestly didn't think Five and Six would do that. They may be determined, but they weren't foolish. Everyone knew that sticking together was the only way to survive this whole ordeal and she didn't believe they'd go off on their own without discussing the options first. Suddenly realizing that she was just standing there and holding One's hand, she quickly let go and nodded towards the passageway, "It'll be fine, I don't think they will. We've gotta trust each other..." She didn;t sound all that convincing and she knew it. There was at least one person aboard this ship who couldn't be trusted, the one who had tampered with the stasis pods. But until she had a better idea of that whole situation, she was keeping that information to herself. Leaving the bridge, she began to make her way down towards the cargo hold, because a bomb was technically cargo and that was the most logical place to start.
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Post by dumple on Oct 28, 2016 23:29:05 GMT -5
No one was in the mess hall. "Of f***ing course...." Six growled under her breath. Well, since she was alone, she could let out some steam. She yanked out a chair and plopped down in it, arms crossed and like an angry 2-year-old. "Damn idiots can't even follow frickin... Stubborn-@ss, pigheaded, goddamn ffffffaaugh!" She threw her head back and groaned. Then with a mocking tone, she struck a sarcastic pose. "Look at me, I'm One. I'd rather jeopardize the safety of the entire crew for a fEW STUPID F***ING REBELS!" Changing positions and her voice, she continued. "Ooh, I'm Three. If we do that we'll be slaves to the corporation. Slaves to the port. Slaves to space. Slaves to MY @ss!" Having gotten most of her frustration out, Six huffed and stood back up, ready to resume her search.
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Oct 28, 2016 23:31:28 GMT -5
Rip I don't know how close the infirmary is to anywhere I'm srry
One hadn't even noticed the handholding situation until Three's rather abrupt dropping of her hand and walking away. She raised an eyebrow at her, but said nothing. Keeping pace beside Three, she had a notable skip in her step, still oozing a comfortable, excitable energy. Despite their strange circumstances, lack of sleep, and the current anxiety about this bomb problem lingering in the pit of her stomach, she had trouble keeping herself from smiling and joking like everything was perfectly peachy. "Hey, Cap. Do you uh... do you know where you're going?" Her tone was sarcastic, because she was pretty certain that they were all still confused about the layout of this ship. One, on the other hand, hand done multiple laps around when she had first woken up and was attempting to find others. Some of the more confusing parts were still a bit fuzzy, but it was like her mind had already drawn up a map for her.
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Oct 28, 2016 23:32:50 GMT -5
Dang Six those are some spot on impressions
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Post by dumple on Oct 28, 2016 23:35:47 GMT -5
((shes just doign her best........)))
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Post by amberice on Oct 28, 2016 23:36:08 GMT -5
(I think Six needs a nap. Or a drink. or a hug.)
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Oct 28, 2016 23:39:36 GMT -5
D) all of the above
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Post by dumple on Oct 28, 2016 23:40:41 GMT -5
((i was just gonna say that wrow))
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Post by amberice on Oct 28, 2016 23:52:11 GMT -5
Great minds, m'dears.)
Three paused in the middle of the hallway, glancing down one of the many pathways that split off from their current hall. All she really remembered was the basic direction, but this ship was like a maze. Turning to One, she gave a small wave with her arms, signaling to her to lead the way, "All I remember is it's down a level. Other than that I'm lost as a duck in the desert." She could hear a voice in the distance, with the faint sound of expletives echoing through the corridors, but she dismissed that as just a Six in her natural angry habitat.
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Oct 29, 2016 0:03:38 GMT -5
"And here silly ol' me is thinking you know what you're doing!" One giggled, gladly leading the way in long strides. Her gaze was locked forward now, more focused on recalling her mental map than where she was actually headed. Occasionally, she would break her faraway stare to note a certain dent on the supports lining the walls, a certain ink stain at a panel. They were all easily ignored details, though to One they were like crumb trail. A few minutes of walking, a few moments of hesitation, and one set of metal stairs later, she beamed at Three. "Cargo hold, Cap. Think we should maybe make a map of the ship? You know, just for this whole memory thing. Wouldn't want anyone getting lost."
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Post by amberice on Oct 29, 2016 8:00:19 GMT -5
Three followed along, about to protest that she did in fact know what she was doing, but that was a blatant lie. She had no idea what she was doing right now, so she jut grumbled in fake annoyance. One seemed to have a pretty good idea of where they were going and as they walked, the hallways began to grow more and more familiar. When they emereged in the cargo hold, Three let out a short laugh, lightly smacking One's back, "Nicely done! Who needs a map when I've got you, right?" Without hesitation, she began to pop open boxes, looking through the rather bare cargo hold. There wasn't much down here outside of the gun crates and while each opened box was some new treasure she hadn't known was down here, none of the other cargo appeared to be explosive.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2016 9:49:09 GMT -5
rip idk where to put five
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Post by dumple on Oct 29, 2016 11:22:17 GMT -5
((have him getting drunk off his face. again. ))
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2016 12:42:52 GMT -5
[[ sounds alright to me i just drove on the interstate for the first time and i almost cried ]]
Five, not knowing where else to go, went to the alcohol. It was becoming increasingly clear that he didn't like who he was, and neither did many other people. How could that be? How could you not f*cking like your own personality? He pondered it, of course, while drinking a nicely aged bottle of whiskey, no glass, just the bottle, slumped against the bar and glaring at the wall. He barely even noticed that he was sipping it, really, and the thought that he was some kind of raging alcoholic did cross his mind. He laughed drily, to himself, in the empty room. Yeah, probably. Five scrubbed a hand through his curls, putting the bottle down for a moment and resting his forehead on the cool, metallic counter, hand coming to rub at the back of his neck. He was warm here, even just in his t-shirt, and he sniffed, raising his head again to take another drink from the bottle. He just wanted to find out who he was.
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Oct 29, 2016 13:00:47 GMT -5
One laughed. "Because what would happen if I died? You'd be a little S.O.L, don't you think?" She trailed between the rows of boxes, occasionally opening one before moving on. At the least, they seemed to be an organized crew, seeing as boxes within the same area tended to hold similar things. But it was becoming pretty clear that none of this stuff was a bomb. "You think it could be in the armory? Since it is a weapon, after all. Or some place else? It's a bomb, and dire to our 'mission' or whatever, so it shouldn't be easy to look over, right?"
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Post by ☆•–– ƒ. ѕcσтт ƒιтzgєяαℓ∂ on Oct 29, 2016 15:14:20 GMT -5
Four had deigned it better to wander than to idle, quelling the odd emptiness within her that had felt lodged inside her chest since she woke. It was nothing she could remember of course, but she had a phantom feeling that she was needed somewhere. She still hadn't grown used to the feeling, only managed to dull it slightly by constantly training her limbs into forms she had no memory of learning. The same thing happened with the plants on board—the greenroom had come to her hands naturally, the work helping the emptiness inside her lessen, far more than even training did. But the work went fast, and she knew the ache would return.
Nevertheless her feet had already taken her nearer the greenroom and its garden of beautiful plants, quieting her thoughts as she approached.
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Post by dumple on Oct 29, 2016 15:23:53 GMT -5
(( I cried the first time I drove so don't feel bad))
With one last bout of anger, Six kicked the chair and sent it flying across the mess. "B*tch," She called after it. She had no idea how much time had passed, and if the rebel was coming to get the guns soon. The faster she could find the others, the better. She was wandering down an unfamiliar hall when she noticed movement from an open door. Peeking inside, she saw Seven playing with something in his hands. The room looked like... an infirmary? Whatever. She didn't care. "Yo, Seven," She called, stepping inside a bit. "We need you at the bridge."
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Oct 29, 2016 15:40:10 GMT -5
Seven was caught off guard, used to his silence, only accompanied by the hum of the ship. A nice sound, considering it meant the thing was running properly. Six's harsh voice? Less so. It sounded as if her throat was a little scratchy. Crying, perhaps? Placing the scalpel back where he found it, the man turned around, looking inquisitive. "Absolutely. What for?" It wasn't surprising if he had missed some important discussion while he wandered.
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Post by dumple on Oct 29, 2016 16:02:54 GMT -5
Six let he eyes wander around the room, refusing to meet Seven's gaze. "Someone is coming to pick up the cargo, and we're gonna interro- er, ask them a few questions," she explained. "Everyone should be there in case something important is revealed. That being said," She finally looked up at him. "Any idea where Two or Four are?"
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Post by ☆•–– ƒ. ѕcσтт ƒιтzgєяαℓ∂ on Oct 29, 2016 16:28:13 GMT -5
She touched what wouldn't kill her on the touch, murmuring sweet words over the leaves as if they were children, doting on each as she checked their soil, the color of the leaves, and so on. It didn't take long—and soon enough she was again in the halls, dagger hidden but in reach—something else she had remembered without realizing, automatically knowing where each dagger went as she dressed. The infirmary was not far, so there she went, hearing faint voices.
Her name uttered, and so she emerged from the shadows of the door with a neutral, "Here."
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Post by dumple on Oct 29, 2016 16:43:18 GMT -5
Six jumped at the sudden voice behind her. She whirled around to see Four entering the room. "Ah, geez Four, you scared the sh*t outta me," she growled. "where have you been? Do you have any idea what's going on?" The last bit came out a bit harsh, but that was not her intention. She simply wanted to know if Four was aware of the current situation.
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Post by ☆•–– ƒ. ѕcσтт ƒιтzgєяαℓ∂ on Oct 29, 2016 22:20:47 GMT -5
( Apologies, had to help my mom with stuff )
Four's shoulders lifted and fell in a noncommital shrug. "It is my business as to where I've been, and yes, perhaps I need refreshing on current events—Six." The name was the only emotional slip, eyes cutting a warning across the heavy air. She made no friends and no enemies, usually neutral on her answers, except for every once in awhile.
Such as then, the pause then the curt admittance of her name, irritation clear.
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Post by dumple on Oct 29, 2016 22:38:08 GMT -5
((no worries))
Six raised a brow at Four's deadpan response, but didn't make a comment about it. "Okey, well, basically we're trying to decide whether or not to drop a bomb on a rebel base. One of the rebels is supposed to be coming to pick up some cargo from us in..."-she looked around for a clock, but didn't see one- "Maybe five minutes? I believe One and Three are looking for said bomb, so if you and Seven want to head to the bridge to meet the rebel, that would be good. I still have to find Two, and possibly Five." She scratched her cheek with one finger. She had no idea where Two could be... "We'll all meet back at the bridge hopefully before the rebel gets there, 'kay?" Her explanation was hurried and lacked a lot of details since they were pressed for time, but she hoped Four got the gist of it and could understand her urgency.
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