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[onlyanapple]

Who: Crowley and OPEN
Broadcast: Fleet-wide; video
Action: Planet and Pathstone
When: 22nd

ACTION;

[Those visiting the planet today might notice Crowley happily helping himself to the free alcohol on offer. He doesn't get involved in the festivities1 instead just grabbing crates upon crates of booze, happily taking them towards the waiting Pathstone. Occasionally, he will stop to get himself some terrible food, or watch people wandering by.

Those aboard the Pathstone will have the delights of Crowley trying to get his crates into various nooks and crannies of his communications station. He still avoids the cargo hold, just in case Tek has stored more dead bodies down there.

Eventually, he notices his captain's bunk is missing, which he cannot allow. The nice bed is the one and only decent thing about the crappy job that has been thrust upon him.]

Who the sodding hell has nicked my bed?!!

NETWORK;

[Crowley finally deigns to post to the network himself from his comms station, occasionaly flicking switches to listen to random BEE-BOP noises. Why? He has his reasons. Reasons that may or may not involve an attempt to put annoying flash games on the system at some point in the future.]

'Lo people, Crowley here, unfortunate Captain of the SS Dysfunction. Sorry, Pathstone. Wondering if anyone else got one of these.

[He holds the weird red stone one of the happy inhabitants had given him.]

Because I don't know about you, but I've gained a healthy distrust of possibly magical objects, and I'd like to know if one of these had blown up on anyone, or turned someone into a slug or something. [A considerate pause.] No one's started worshipping them, have they? Because that doesn't end well.



1.- Even in space, he could only dance like all demons from his world could dance. Which is to say the sort of dancing he wasn't evil enough to inflict on other people's retinas.

Comments

action-- sort of

[heresyandlace]

[he's probably on the ship, locked in his office with said stolen cot, but he's answering over the network. because he's a lazy ass.]

Someone stole your bed? That's terrible.

[onlyanapple]

[Oh my god Tek, WHY?]

Yes, the bed which I need to sleep on.

[heresyandlace]

[because he wants to be comfortable. duh.]

Did they steal the whole bunkbed, or just one of the mattresses?

Because if there are others there, I'm sure no one would mind if you slept on one of them. We have several completely unused ones, after all.

[onlyanapple]

I want my one.

[Stomping about the place.]

So, Mr. Trustworthy person, do you know where it is?

Network

[wilder]

[Normally he might say some sarcastic remark, but honestly, he has a history with magical stones and it's a pretty bad one. So-]

I got one, but I haven't noticed anything weird about them so far.

[onlyanapple]

['Cause trust 'em. But oh hey, Crowley remembers you.]

So far. There's probably still time.

[wilder]

[And he meanwhile has no idea who you are! Hooray.]

Oh yeah. Maybe they'll ignite the moment we try to leave the atmosphere.

action

[amarant]

[ This ship is now like 50% alcohol. ]

Will it even be able to get off the ground like this?

[onlyanapple]

[That's exactly the right percentage of alcohol.]

Of course it can.

...Probably.

I mean, we'll learn when we try.

[amarant]

...please try not to become ill from drinking too much.

[ The sickbay is not for anyone!!!!! ]

action;

[fishy_go_byebye]

Don't swallow it.

[She trails after him while he hauls crates of booze, not even remotely planning to help.]

[onlyanapple]

[He turns his head to peer over his shoulder as he walks, a smile crossing his features.]

But then I couldn't enjoy it half as much, Del.

actionnn

[sugoooi]

[ Well, speaking of people wandering by...there is this one guy who's kinda stuck in his bedclothes and all that, but he's trying not to look too conspicuous about it. "Trying." The urge to cover himself and hide is strong every time someone snickers or laughs, even if it isn't directed at him.

But he needs a change of clothes damnit and if that means walking around on an alien planet barefoot in his jammies, he is darn-well going to do it. ]

[onlyanapple]

[This is...different. Crowley pauses, one eyebrow raising over his shades.]

Are you doing some sort of bet?

[sugoooi]

[ This is also humiliating but he can't exactly get new clothes on the ship, so he'll just look subtly mortified someone who doesn't look like an alien's taken notice of him as he glances back, slowly. ]

No...! I just--I arrived...like this...

network - video

[parkinglotangel]

Little early for the golden calf metaphors isn't it?

[He's smiling, though, mostly amused and holds up said said shiny rock]

It's just a rock.

[onlyanapple]

It's never too early.

And nothing is what it seems, trust me on this one. You think you've been given a pretty rock, and then suddenly you're murdering everyone.

network & action

[jarredforlife]

NETWORK; VIDEO

[waving his own red stone]

Seems pretty non-magical to me.

ACTION; PLANETSIDE

[Barakiel can be found at various times doing grunt work in exchange for things. Which means he is standing around in a busy place, wearing a gaudy sandwich board that advertises some local store's totally legit goods and services.

Hey, it's a...method of barter for trinkets and amenities. Or something.]

[onlyanapple]

NETWORK;

Yes, it's the seems part that's concerning.

ACTION;

[Well...that's a thing.]

You are aware you look ridiculous, right?

action;

[proteusmoon]

[ Cecil has been pretty busy playing a game of... borderline mistaken identity?? With her newest crewmate, but she does step off the ship just long enough to visit the others. It's just as she's about to knock and call out for Tek upon entering the Pathstone when she suddenly hears loud, upset shouting. She can't make out what's said, but it concerns her enough to forego the formality of asking permission to venture further into the ship in favor of rushing through it to find the source of the yelling.

As soon as she catches sight of someone else on the ship, she comes skidding a little bit to a stop and leans into the room, distinctly worried. She's an extremely fair-skinned, white-haired, small woman, but she's dressed in the flex armor of the security officers of the fleet and she's armed with one of those weapons. Her voice is urgent and firm when she speaks. ]

What's wrong? Is anyone injured?

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley doesn't seem wholly bothered about anything but his stolen bed. The woman's worry is a little odd, but outwardly, he shows not an ounce of concern. As usual, he looks about as laid back as a carpet. ]

They will be when I found out who took my bloody bed.

[proteusmoon]

[ Cecil quirks a brow. The bit of ruckus just now was about a missing bed? Er... Well, that strikes her as odd. ]

Oh... Ah, perhaps a crew-mate of yours borrowed it for something?

[ Okay, no, it's more likely that they just outright stole it for themselves if it was worth getting annoyed about. She's trying to be positive though! ]

network

[blindoptimism]

Oh, yes I received one as well. [lowrdy, well aren't you the pessimist Crowley]

I tried to use some of the basic scanning equipment on the ship, it doesn't seem dangerous.

[onlyanapple]

[He is the king of pessimism.]

Just because it doesn't seem dangerous doesn't mean that's the case.

[blindoptimism]

That's very true. [depressing but true]

I'll examine mine further, and let you know whatever I find.