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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2016 17:14:12 GMT -5
hola
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Post by amberice on Oct 3, 2016 21:00:35 GMT -5
(heyyyooo)
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Oct 3, 2016 21:17:38 GMT -5
(hey guys :3)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2016 21:18:41 GMT -5
how are y'all
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Post by amberice on Oct 3, 2016 21:23:30 GMT -5
(tired, but good. hbu?)
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dumple
THE FUTURE HOLDS A LARGE REPTILE
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Post by dumple on Oct 3, 2016 21:23:41 GMT -5
(( I CURRently have 2 rats and a kitten running around my bed))
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Oct 3, 2016 21:30:41 GMT -5
(i'm doing okay. thanks for asking! How are you? and yeah a little chase! cx i have a kitten as well. she's a Maine Coon and is already getting HUGE. I'm scared to see her full grown xD)
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dumple
THE FUTURE HOLDS A LARGE REPTILE
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Post by dumple on Oct 3, 2016 21:40:54 GMT -5
((oh no, no chase! Ratties are friends. Kitten is the intruder. and your kitten sounds cute!))
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Oct 3, 2016 21:44:11 GMT -5
(oh no! then aw! little ratties! <3 and thank you! she is a cutie, haha. though she also likes to be a pain, lol. she gets into every single little thing. it doesn't even have to move. xD)
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Post by amberice on Oct 3, 2016 21:45:48 GMT -5
(Kitten is not intruder. Kittens are always welcome)
Three glanced over at the Android, taking in his slumped head and black eyes. He didn't look like he was breaking down, he jsut looked like he was sleeping. Creepily, yes, the eyes were weird, but just sleeping. She had no idea where to begin if he needed fixing, so she just shrugged and stood up tall, "Well, let's just hang out here for a few minutes, I don't trust a jump to FTL without the Android's calculations. I mean, I probably could, but he could do it faster." Picking up her cup from where she'd left it on the console, she looked down at One with a smirk, "I found the mess earlier, wanna go get a drink?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2016 21:52:46 GMT -5
[[ kitten just want love. ]]
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dumple
THE FUTURE HOLDS A LARGE REPTILE
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Post by dumple on Oct 3, 2016 21:56:02 GMT -5
((kitten just want to hide under the bed and scream))
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Oct 3, 2016 22:07:39 GMT -5
((xD kitten jus want to get on the kitchen table and knock everything off. but i love her))
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Post by BB-8 on Oct 3, 2016 22:19:46 GMT -5
One continued to look far too worried for an emotionaless robot. The eyes were, no doubt, unnerving, but it simply made this look more disturbing to the girl. She frowned, gingerly reaching out and shutting the Android's eyes for him. There, now he'll get some good rest. She glanced up at Three, straightening her back with a vague shrug. "Sure. Why not." For a moment, she wondered if she could even legally drink. Then again, they were in the middle of space- what did it really matter? Taking a quick look around the bridge, she wondered if Three planned on inviting others. Not that they couldn't simply tag along, but it would probably be good bonding time. Better to bond with one's amnesiac crew than to keep them at arm's length.
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Post by The Blue Adept on Oct 3, 2016 22:21:57 GMT -5
ah yes, now i can do nothing for a good while. cheers
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Post by BB-8 on Oct 3, 2016 22:22:54 GMT -5
WOW u little minx
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Post by amberice on Oct 3, 2016 22:27:23 GMT -5
(ach, don't be a lazy little nubbin!)
Three gave her a hearty slap on the back, then gestured to the others. No need to give everyone a personal invitation, half of them seemed like impulsive lackwits anyways. Tossing the cup up into the air as she walked, she led the way off the bridge and down the hall. She remembered the path to the mess quite well and retraced her steps, whistling merrily. That is, until she heard a choked sob and turned the corner to see Six with hands pressed against the wall, obviously upset. She paused for a moment, glancing around in vain hope that there would be someone else to reassure her, then took a step forwards to give her an awkward pat on the head, "Hey, everything will be fine. We're not at risk of cooking alive anymore, so that's good news."
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Post by The Blue Adept on Oct 3, 2016 22:35:21 GMT -5
HEY IT WAS PLOT RELEVANT, im still here but perhaps im a little minxy
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Post by BB-8 on Oct 3, 2016 22:49:41 GMT -5
One squeaked and shot Three a look. That slap was a little more painful than she would have preferred, or at the least, it had surprised her. In an unwlecomed manner. Jaw jaw set, the girl kept pace beside the Captain. She was genuinely trying not to think about their current situation, so when they happened upon Six, she could almost immediately decipher what the problem was. Emotions seemed to be her forte. And, evidently, not Three's. "No, I don't think that's the problem," she said softly, moved over to the other side of Six and crouching beside her. She placed a hand, lightly on her shoulder. "What's wrong? You seem like you want to be so tough, but you know it's okay to be scared... right?"
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Oct 3, 2016 22:53:46 GMT -5
Two was still at the bridge, eyeing the control panel and Nav with curiosity. A part of him felt like he could fly this thing, that his hands were just itching to grab reign and steer them away. But, he didn't know how. And he wasn't sure why he thought that he could. He couldn't remember anything, so why the hell should he want to pilot some stupid spaceship? "Hm...strange..." He mumbled, before stepping away and towards some of the others.
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dumple
THE FUTURE HOLDS A LARGE REPTILE
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Post by dumple on Oct 3, 2016 22:58:28 GMT -5
((kitten is running back and forth across the room... is that normal??))
Six jumped as something touched her head. Whirling around, she saw a familiar face. "Three?" her voice came out a a cracked whisper. She couldn't decide what she wanted to do: Push Three away, make a snarky remark, hug her, or take the machete to her face. Her final choice was none of the above; she let her arms and head drop, leaving herself completely open. She knew Three had called her bluff after their first meeting, so there was no need to pretend to be tough.
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Post by amberice on Oct 3, 2016 23:13:06 GMT -5
Three looked back and forth between One and Six, utterly confused about what to do. Was this an appropriate moment for a group hug? She had no idea, but she went for it anyways, wrapping one arm around Six's shoulders and the other around One's waist as she pulled them both in close. It felt very uncomfortable for her, but she held them there for a moment of silence before piping up, "We're all in this mess together. We've got each other, so it'll be alright." Quickly deciding that was enough comforting for the next few days, she released them both and turned away, "Let's go get drunk." Because right now that was the only answer she had for dealing with all of this. Be responsible later, be blissfully ignorant now. It sounded like a great plan and one that didn't involve messy, confusing emotions.
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Post by BB-8 on Oct 3, 2016 23:40:06 GMT -5
[ we're all in this together, once we know, that we are, we're all stars ]
One was a hugger. She had already figured it out. This? This didn't feel like a hug. This felt incredibly awkward, largely due to Three. Not that One could really blame her- they were strangers. Just, it wasn't very conducive to a comforting atmosphere. Nonetheless, she attempted to wrap her arms around the both of them. Though, she had to admit to herself, she was glad once the Captain had released the both of them. Still concerned about Six's mental health, she looped an arm around her's and grinned. "Cap'n's orders- oh what shall we ever do?"
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Post by amberice on Oct 3, 2016 23:42:45 GMT -5
(And we see that, We're all in this together and it shows when we stand, hand in hand, make our dreams come truuuuuueeee)
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Post by BB-8 on Oct 3, 2016 23:44:08 GMT -5
I think it's fitting that is also your patriotic warrior post All rise for our national anthem
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Post by amberice on Oct 3, 2016 23:45:24 GMT -5
the anthem of a generation.)
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dumple
THE FUTURE HOLDS A LARGE REPTILE
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Post by dumple on Oct 3, 2016 23:47:41 GMT -5
Six stood stiff as a board as Three pulled her, and another girl who she had yet to meet, into a hug. After a dew very awkward seconds, they were released. Six felt her eye water again, but this time with relief rather than frustration. Quickly wiping away any potential tears, she watched Three turn and suggest getting 'drunk'. Who's Drunk? she thought to herself, tilting her head a bit. Then, she turned to the new girl. "Hey, I'm Six." she murmured, not trusting her voice enough to talk at full volume. Clearing her throat a bit, she continued. "You might remember me as the person who pulled a gun at the bridge then stormed off..."
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Post by amberice on Oct 3, 2016 23:58:43 GMT -5
(oh Six, sweetheart... no... Three's gonna teach you some things)
Three clapped her hands, "Great, follow me, ladies." Walking off, she led them with confidence down the hall, taking a few more turns before the hallway opened into the mess, complete with one long steel table and room for ten, more than big enough for the crew. Her bottle was just where she left it and she wasted no time topping off her cup. Pulling several more out from the cabinet where she'd found them, Three lined them up on the table and gestured to those following, "A toast to wherever the hell we are and whatever the hell we're up to!" She didn't bother waiting for them to even fill their cups, she took a deep gulp of hers and flopped down onto the seat. Kicking her feet up, Three let out a long breath and smirked at One and Six, "At least we won't have to worry about dehydration. Unless we start puking. Then we have to worry about dehydration."
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Post by BB-8 on Oct 4, 2016 0:09:59 GMT -5
One laughed breathily, relieve that Six was already feeling well enough to converse. "Yeah, I, uh... remember that. We're all on edge, I don't blame you. Just don't go shootin' us all, alright? I don't really plan on dying any time soon." She followed behind Three, half expecting the Captain to get lost. In the time that One had spent awake before the others, she had walked as much of the ship as she could, committing it to memory. She would have gladly led them to the mess hall. Thankfully, Three was sober enough to remember the way. Then the drinks got poured. Three wasn't going to stay sober long. She poured herself a small drink, not keen on getting drunk when so many things on the ship still needed to get figured out. She also remained standing until Six took her seat. "So we're toasting to the complete and utter unknown? And that... might not be a great idea, to go puking when we don't even know if someone on board is a doctor."
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dumple
THE FUTURE HOLDS A LARGE REPTILE
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Post by dumple on Oct 4, 2016 0:29:14 GMT -5
Six cracked a smile at One. "Don't worry, the gun wasn't loaded. And even if it was, it's not like I'd remember how to use it," Having said her part, she glanced at Three's back. How did she remember where to go? Six had already forgotten how to get to the bridge... When they arrived at the mess hall, Six wasted no time in plopping down in a chair. Her little panic attack had left her emotionally exhausted. She watched as Three pulled out bottles of amber liquid. She watched as Three, and then One, poured themselves drinks. She hadn't realized how thirsty she was until now. Taking the bottle one had just put down, she carefully unscrewed the top and was hit with a familiar, but still revolting, smell. She blanched and quickly closed the bottle, pushing it away. "We'll be puking alright..." she mumbled, mostly to herself.
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