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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

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[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! ]

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley's allergic to positivity, it makes him come out in a rash.]

They're not allowed to 'borrow' it.

[proteusmoon]

[ So are most people she knows apparently. ]

They couldn't have gotten very far. It's not as though someone wouldn't have noticed an off-worlder carting a bed around town.

[onlyanapple]

Oh trust me, they have no reason to cart it off the ship.

[proteusmoon]

Implying you believe it was indeed one of your own crew or...?

[onlyanapple]

Oh, I would bet my money on it being one of my crew.

[proteusmoon]

It is just a bed... isn't it?

[ She's not understanding why anyone would get possessive of a bed. Or steal one from somebody. ]

[onlyanapple]

It's not just a bed, it's my place to sleep.

[proteusmoon]

[ "...Then simply pick somewhere else to sleep..." is what she wants to say, but she decides against it and instead takes a breath, looking away. ]

Ah... Well, I apologize for the intrusion. An acquaintance of mine is on this ship, is all, and I thought I'd check in on him.

[onlyanapple]

[Wise choice, really.]

Oh? Which one?

[proteusmoon]

The surly one-- Tek

[ Not that... he's the only surly one aboard the Pathstone apparently... but then, she's never gotten into arguments with anyone else. ]

[onlyanapple]

[They all have their moments aboard the SS Issues.]

Oh, right. He's the probable bed thief. He's just weird enough to do it.

[proteusmoon]

The b--

[ Oh. Well, you know, when you put it like that, he does seem awfully suspect. ]

He does like to get under one's skin. Do you not get along?

[ A pause. ]

Or do...

[onlyanapple]

After the dead body fiasco, not especially, no.

[proteusmoon]

What?

[onlyanapple]

There was a dead body, something to do with a friendly scuffle. Said dead person eventually stopped being dead, but there you go. It soured things a little.

[proteusmoon]

[ This story just keeps getting more and more unnerving. ]

...Someone of your crew?

[onlyanapple]

No, someone else.

[proteusmoon]

Who?

[ Truthfully, she really probably shouldn't ask, but she can't help herself. It can't get much worse than this, right? ]

[onlyanapple]

I can't remember his name.

[proteusmoon]

You can't remember the name of the person Tek killed... on your own ship... even though it was so bad, it soured your disposition towards him even more...



[ She.... really doesn't seem to believe that. ]

[onlyanapple]

You don't have to know someone personally to not approve of killing, you know. That would be like judging someone for being against war, without knowing the names of each individual caught in the crossfire.

[proteusmoon]

I'm well aware of that and that isn't what I meant.

It just seems strange to me that you'd forget an important detail of something so memorable that couldn't have happened much more than a week ago.

[ Either way, Tek sure is in for it. She just has to decide what would be best exactly to do with this piece of information. Knowing Tek, he'd probably enjoy a confrontation and she's not sure she wants to alert him to putting up his guard around her. It does confirm her suspicions about Tek being one never to expose your back to though...

Cecil takes a breath and schools her expression into one of neutrality. ]

Anyway, I believe I should come back later. It seems you have your share of matters to sort out at the moment. Please excuse my barging in uninvited.