Takeshi [Gantz • Age 5] (
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SS GOLDSTONE MARCH MINGLE
Who: SS Goldstone crew and visitors
Broadcast: N/A
Action: On the newly smooshed Goldstone!
When: Month of March
[Well, we're all here together, aren't we? Let's mingle for March while we're at it.]
Broadcast: N/A
Action: On the newly smooshed Goldstone!
When: Month of March
[Well, we're all here together, aren't we? Let's mingle for March while we're at it.]
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Maybe you catch her peaking into literally every room on the ship! Or maybe you catch her after she's done exploring each area, in which case she'll turn to you and say:]
It's significantly less of a mess now. So weird.
[The Pathstone's high levels of trash will live forever in her heart, or something.]
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I'm not complaining.
Actually, I am complaining. The eyes on the wall are creepy as hell.
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[That absolutely sounds like a good plan to her.]
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Seriously... almost unsettling how fancy it got.
[ Jayden made it a point to check the place over pretty much right after the heart attack happened, but she swears she's still finding new crap everywhere. ]
Did you know there's a pinball machine by the treadmill now?
[ Why do they have things and stuff? Mind-blowing! ]
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[Wait.]
Also, we have a treadmill?
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Yeah, we had the treadmill before. It's terrible, but it works. But yeah, pinball's new. Must have been theirs? I don't know how this all works.
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They can literally fuse ships by crashing them into each other, but they can't give us one single appliance that works properly? Seriously?
[She's also bitching at the kitchen pretty loudly.]
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Otherwise, she might just make her way back to the kitchen for a refill and some of the oh-so-delicious synthetic food.]
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Guess it makes sense we have another lab support person now that we're one ship.
[Coming in a little further, she glances at the pile of papers.]
What're you working on?
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Guess it does. Still trying to figure out how to organize this place, though.
[She gestures to the Lab as a whole, equipment tucked off in various corners to be sorted out later. At least they could keep smaller supplies together, but she had no idea who the other Lab Support was and how they might want their space. Luckily, Maggie was used to sharing space with complete strangers at this point. Those strangers had become her family in the end.]
Trying to just sort this place out. It's not as much of a mess as it was when we got slammed together, but it could use some work. At least it's not as much of a jumbled mess as the kitchen - small favors, I guess.
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And there she is, healed up and working like usual.]
"No rest for the weary," is the saying isn't it? Or was it wicked? I'm never quite sure.
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[She looks up when he sticks his head in. She had looked through Max's transmission once she was well enough and was glad that at least none of the crew or - heaven forbid - Carl had been allowed to come calling. The last thing she'd wanted was for them to see her like that. At least now she could say she had her head on straight.]
Hey. Anything I can help with?
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One such lesson can unfold right now, as the demon steps out of his room, a dishevelled-looking houseplant in his hands. He holds it up, as if he's showing it the world it is about to leave behind. Which he absolutely is. ]
That's right. Take one good long look at the ship. You could have been something, You might have even got promoted to sitting on the comms station.
[To make his point, he steps onto the bridge, hovering the plant over an empty spot on his comms station- where every other flat surface on it is taken up by much healthier looking plants. He lets the plant hover over the spot for a moment, before wrenching it away. ]
But you won't! You failed your basic job in being a beautiful plant, and now you're ugly and no one wants you. So now you have to go away, so say goodbye to your friends.
[He leans a little closer to the healthy plants to stage-whisper at them. ]
And may this be a lesson to you of what happens when you don't make the grade any more.
[With no small degree of theatre, he turns away and starts heading to a shuttle, his plant still held aloft. ]
Adios. Goodbye. Ciao.
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Damn, tell the plant how you really feel, dude.
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Oh, it already knows how I feel. It knows the punishment for not being perfect. This was its last chance.
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When he realizes that the poor plant is likely going out the airlock, however, he speaks up.]
Do you know what is wrong with it? Other than failing its one job.
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What's wrong with it is that it has failed to live up to its potential. So now it's leaving.
[He jerks his thumb at the healthy plants on his comms station.]
That lot have to be made aware of what will happen to them if they follow suit.
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He still doesn't really know what to do with himself when Kara isn't around on the ship. So there is a lot of wandering. Poking at stuff. Greeting people he runs into and suggesting that they play games, have a drink, or do something fun of their preference. Absolutely no armory maintenance whatsoever because why would a security officer do that?]
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Otherwise she frequents the kitchen, for tea and something to snack on. Sometimes she'll even drag her notebook with her there and multitask, enjoying some of her tea while she works.
This month, though, she's been in the cargo bay quite a bit. Looking around, seemingly looking for a good place to . . . something, who only knows. It's a lot of standing around with her hands on her hips and muttering to herself, but she's definitely up to something.
Of course, there's always the wildcard option as well! You can find her everywhere except the med lab]
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...Do I want to ask?
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I don't know, do you?
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[Okita is sitting at the galley table, his communicator open as he listens and scans through everyone's transmissions. In his other hand is a sheaf of paper and he's idly doodling flowers, butterflies, and an angry looking pig. In between the pictures are symbols, Xs and Os, numbers, and other nonsense looking words that form a code - "not a threat, possible lead, interesting information, potential threat" - all strung together to look like more pictures and decoration.
His other hand is twirling strands of his hair as he stares at nothing in particular.]
Rooms
[He's cleaning out his room, sweeping dust and airing out sheets - but the airing out has to happen in the hallway since there just isn't enough room elsewhere. He has strings running from one side of the hall to the other and he's going through the linens, hanging them up as he would outside.
He has a cloth over his nose and mouth and is beating the linens with a stick. But wait, is that your bed sheet? Wait, that looks like your pillow??]
Wildcard
[Choose your own adventure]
Kitchen
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Hello, Mon-El-san.
[He sets his writing tool down across the code that mentions who/what he thought was the threat to neatly and casually hide it away.]
I didn't realize you were on the ship still. I thought you might be out with your girlfriend.
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