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the mock mingle
[An hour ago you woke up in a bed that wasn't yours, awakened by a chirpy, feminine voice coming from the device on your non-dominant arm. The voice cheerfully requests that you exit your sleeping quarters and to please make your way to the the main deck of the ship for a debriefing on your circumstances.
It was around this time you might have noticed the clothes you last remember wearing are gone and replaced with this little number. If you take a moment to check out the Personal Identification Program on your arm, you'll find a touch screen with a few icons that lead to a series of 21 profiles and a series of apps that lead to note-taking functions and a number of customization appearance screens. The profiles all contain a photo of each Champion, their name and title, their age, species and world of origin.
As you stumbled out of your chrome-y quarters (into an equally chrome-y hallway), with every step the floor lights up under your feet, illuminating the dark ship a little at a time. On one side of the hallway are a series of mechanical doors with screen pads embedded on the walls next to them. A quick flash of your PIP will open them for you without hassle. On the opposite side of the hallway are a long string of windows showing nothing but vast amounts of stars and the deep, dark blackness of deep space. Once you reach the end of the hallway you'll find a large central living space with 20 other people, the same people from the profiles, either there already or filing in along with you. Floating well above everyone's heads in the middle of the room is a large computer screen. Once everyone piled in, the screen blinked to life and the same voice from your PIPs greeted you in the same peppy tone from before.
The voice introduced herself as the Champion Excellence Control Environment or C.E.C.E. before welcoming you to the Deep Space Champion Excellence Program, explaining that you were selected for this program based on being the best in your particular field in your particular world, hence the title of "Champion". In this program you will be expected to live communally together here on the ship for as long as possible. The ship is fully-functional and fully-stocked for an extended stay.
Oh? You don't want to stay and participate in the program? That's alright, there's an easy fix to that! All you have to do is kill one of your fellow Champions and not get caught. That is easy enough, right? Right.
When the debriefing is complete, the screen dims but doesn't turn off completely. If need be C.E.C.E. is available to answer any more questions you have throughout the week. For now, you're free to explore the ship as you like. There's the communal dining hall, a zero gravity room, a kitchen, a holo deck, the central living area and the personal quarters everyone woke up in.
Go make some friends, dears, you may be here a while.]
It was around this time you might have noticed the clothes you last remember wearing are gone and replaced with this little number. If you take a moment to check out the Personal Identification Program on your arm, you'll find a touch screen with a few icons that lead to a series of 21 profiles and a series of apps that lead to note-taking functions and a number of customization appearance screens. The profiles all contain a photo of each Champion, their name and title, their age, species and world of origin.
As you stumbled out of your chrome-y quarters (into an equally chrome-y hallway), with every step the floor lights up under your feet, illuminating the dark ship a little at a time. On one side of the hallway are a series of mechanical doors with screen pads embedded on the walls next to them. A quick flash of your PIP will open them for you without hassle. On the opposite side of the hallway are a long string of windows showing nothing but vast amounts of stars and the deep, dark blackness of deep space. Once you reach the end of the hallway you'll find a large central living space with 20 other people, the same people from the profiles, either there already or filing in along with you. Floating well above everyone's heads in the middle of the room is a large computer screen. Once everyone piled in, the screen blinked to life and the same voice from your PIPs greeted you in the same peppy tone from before.
The voice introduced herself as the Champion Excellence Control Environment or C.E.C.E. before welcoming you to the Deep Space Champion Excellence Program, explaining that you were selected for this program based on being the best in your particular field in your particular world, hence the title of "Champion". In this program you will be expected to live communally together here on the ship for as long as possible. The ship is fully-functional and fully-stocked for an extended stay.
Oh? You don't want to stay and participate in the program? That's alright, there's an easy fix to that! All you have to do is kill one of your fellow Champions and not get caught. That is easy enough, right? Right.
When the debriefing is complete, the screen dims but doesn't turn off completely. If need be C.E.C.E. is available to answer any more questions you have throughout the week. For now, you're free to explore the ship as you like. There's the communal dining hall, a zero gravity room, a kitchen, a holo deck, the central living area and the personal quarters everyone woke up in.
Go make some friends, dears, you may be here a while.]
MONDAY
Re: MONDAY
[Yeah, okay, no.]
[If the people responsible for this aren't going to show up in person, the Doctor will settle for heckling their AI.]
Good trick gettin' us all here. And I mean that, fantastic, really, I'm not an easy man to get ahold of. Your little welcome speech left out some details, though.
Selected by WHO, exactly.
B - Open
[The Doctor can be found the rest of the day... all over, really. He can be found pouring over the various flavors of freeze-dried powders in the kitchen, making faces at a few of them, or pecking away at the control panels of the holodeck, or in his personal quarters turning the whole place upside down. He can also be found in the living area, scrolling through the P.I.P. profiles.]
[Notably, he also spends a lot of time at the windows, squinting intently at the stars.]
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[Ginko had found this room by accident. When she had crossed a good distance of the room with a tenantive jump she began to smile just a little bit. This probably wasn't going to help her to get off the ship but it's fun. Bracing herself against the wall she pushes herself out into the middle of the room. Within a few moments she's turning cartwheels.]
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[After getting some nervous energy out, Ginko is on the prowl again. She makes herself stay to the outer wall as she circles the area.]
Growl. [She keeps an eye on the other 'champions' as she circles. She needs to get back at any cost, after all! Most of these people seem to be humans and humans usually make things troublesome.] There's so many...
[Don't mind the creepy girl blankly staring at you when she's just walking around. Really, don't.]
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[Well isn't this just wonderful. With the delivery of the instructions...no, more like an ultimatum, Margulis casts an appraising glance around at the others in the room. Each of them matches one of the images on the profiles, even the strange, animal-like creature...and yet, his age on the profile was off by a year, despite his title referencing Ormus correctly. Strange.]
So, in other words, we're here for some twisted individual's sick entertainment. What a foolish proposition.
[Kitchen]
[Unimpressed as he is, Margulis can't deny the possibility that someone might play along. Not to mention, he hates being unarmed at the best of times. So, of course, the obvious solution is to ransack the kitchen, right? ...Maybe someone ought to ask him what he's doing, searching through all the cabinets and drawers.]
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[ Barney is upset. Visibly, desperately upset. A quick glance at the others tells him all he needs to know: this is either a really elaborate prank, or he's in some serious trouble. Neither one of these seem like particularly good conclusions honestly, but more importantly... ]
Okay, what the hell are we wearing and where do I trade up for an actual suit?
[ Priorities, guys. Of course, Barney's not actually sure where this lady's voice is coming from, so maybe he's just being obnoxious while standing next to you, who knows. ]
Serious question here, CECE. If I'm gonna be stuck in space, I cannot [ he emphasizes the "not", ] get anywhere looking like this! A man has to have standards.
[ And those standards are clearly... suits. ]
Holo Deck - Not A Strip Club (This Time)
[ Okay, so apparently they're in space. Or in a space-themed escape room. It's kind of cool, actually, if you ignore the weird talk about murder. Whatever happens is gonna happen whether Barney freaks out or not, so he's going to just freak out about things later, in the privacy of his own room, and focus his brain on other things. Like, say, getting to know people in a slightly more comfortable environment.
One where he's not wearing a ridiculous space unitard. Can the holo deck actually do that? Hopefully. Anyway, Barney's managed to make the holo room look like a bar and while the beer he's "drinking" is definitely not real, he feels better already. If you should happen to enter he will definitely wave you over to join him. ]
Hey! Hey, come 'ere! [ He sing-songs the next bit like he says it all the time. ] Haaave you met me?
[ Because how better to get to know people, right? If you should make your way over, he'll offer a hand to shake. If not... he'll just yell from afar anyway. Dude's got energy, what can I say? ]
Barney Stinson. Champion of One Night Stands. [ Yes, he says that proudly. ] Nice to meetcha.
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...Ha. Yeah. You really...
[He shakes his head. No. No. Hell no.]
How about you let us talk to the ones running this ridiculous camp? Unless they're that worried about what we'll do if we talk to them face to face.
[I mean, he's five seconds from punching something because this. This is bullcrap. This is sick.]
Well? What's the problem? Have them tell us in person!
Living Area, Open
[Hey yo don't mind this guy pacing around, hands behind his back or pressing his temples. Look. This is hard. And theres not a single screwdriver in sight to open this thing up. This thing...being the station. To find...an exit. Yeah.
At some point he just flops into a chair, shaking his head in disbelief. He needs to find a solution, damnit. Soon, before people start to murder one another because of that robot thing telling them to.]
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[You know that girl? The one in the back who honestly looks too young to be here? Well, she's going to be That Guy once it's been announced that all they have to do is kill people.]
Just one?
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[Freeze-dried space food? Mai's here for it. It's exactly the kind of food she eats all the time anyway, which is why you can kind her mixing together different kinds to make unholy creations.
This is what kids where she's from do for fun, ok? They don't get out much.]
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[Shadow (Shadow the Hedgehog, Champion of Promises, 15(?), Hedgehog/Black Arms, Earth/Space Colony ARK) keeps the PIP on his arm, because as annoying as it is, it seems useful. The unitard? Goes.
It's not weird for him to walk around nude; it's the Donald Duck clause.He stands closer to the computer but tries not to be too particularly close to anyone in particular. At the suggestion of murder, he does glance around at the faces.He doesn't have a problem, generally, with killing. There just needs to be a purpose to it. This all seems...mindless.
If there's a din of confusion or shouting or what-have-you, Shadow waits for it to die down a little first, using the time to try and think through some questions first. He's pretty sure he won't like the answers, but he has to try.]
You say the point is to live here together as long as possible? For what purpose? And why do you need "Champions" to conduct this program? [Experiment.]
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[He's flipping through the profiles and occasionally glancing up at faces. Champion of Promises...that's not only ridiculous, but hits far too close to home. Someone knows too much about him already, and he also shouldn't be here. (Or, perhaps, anywhere at all. And what the hell is a Black Arms? Shouldn't it say Ultimate Lifeform?) Shadow doesn't seem totally keen on just going up and saying hi to people. It's not his style. Taking charge of himself is, working with a team...he can deal with, but taking charge of a team? First time for everything.]
Whoever did this to us, it's clear we're going to have to work together to figure a way out of here. [It's still a pretty new idea to him, working together.] This place appears to be a space station of some kind, and that's somewhere to start. I suggest we familiarize ourselves with this place and look for anything useful.
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[There's enough space here, length-wise anyway, for him to do a little practice. His speed's been nerfed, which leads to an attempt to see what else he can no longer do. Maybe he should be doing this in the holodeck, but oh well, have a giant mutated spiny rodent oh god what is it standing in the hallway, making faces of exertion, and grunts, and doing things like holding out his hand or doing other vaguely anime poses (and maybe calling out his attacks, just like anime, like Chaos Spear, or Chaos Blast). Nothing seems to happen for it, though.]
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Re: MONDAY
Everywhere
[Ricky is pretty much everywhere on Monday, and everywhere she goes, she's using the note-taking function on her PIP (which she's figured out pretty quickly) to make a map of the accessible area. She's striving for detail and accuracy, because knowing her surroundings might be a matter of life and death later--whether because someone decides they're ready to go home, or because there's some other danger they haven't been told about.
So that's why she's carefully exploring every corner, even places like closets and cabinets, and dutifully marking everything.]
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[...here, though, she takes a moment to more thoroughly investigate the food, and at first glance it doesn't meet her approval. She skeptically picks out something that kind of looks like a really ugly bathroom tile, and frowns at it.]
Is this really food?
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Things go a lot better for her here now than they did on the test drive.Ricky quickly decides she needs to spend some extra time here and get used to moving in zero gravity--again, it could be a lifesaving skill on a spaceship. Her actual purpose here quickly slips her mind, though, and before long she's spinning through the air in various directions, having some much-needed fun, completely unaware that anyone else is here.]zero-gravity
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[The Griffin tugs a bit at the suit he's been somehow forced into.] What is the purpose of this? [He looks irritated.]
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[The Griffin has wings, but that actually makes things worse in here. They don't really work right in this kind of gravity, so he's kind of...floating in the middle of the room and flapping desperately. While trying to keep a composed expression.]
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[Well, the Griffin isn't going to take this imprisonment lying down. He's going to be testing the strength of his claws against all the metal surfaces he can find. He's not going to be very successful, but maybe someone should stop him before he does damage something delicate.]
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[ Okay. So this is a thing. She's still trying to process all of this, fingers tugging absently at the weird clothing she's got on. So they were... in space... and to get out of here they had to apparently kill someone. Huh. So there's just one thing that needs to be brought up here with good reason... ]
I think I hit my head a little too hard or something. This's probably the weirdest dream yet... at least it has to be, right?
[ Not counting the one she had of the Grimm in pink tutu's because that was on a whole other level but this just was so OUT there that it didn't seem real to her. ]
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[ This all still seems like a crazy dream here but this room is massively fun, as she found out the best way possible. So she's pushing off from the wall and attempting to twirl around a certain way, eyes closed so hopefully noone is in the room with her right then as she was liable to hit someone.
At least that was how it was looking, anyway. ]
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[ See. She gets hungry easily and with not much to do around here that she's used to, she's decided to poke around the kitchen and found one of those little packets of freeze-dried food, trying one of them and making a bit of a face before setting it down on the nearest countertop. ]
Ugh. How are we even supposed to eat that? Where's the actual food?
[ Really missing her dad's home-cooked food right about now. Even something Ren made would be better tasting than this, and it's clearly got her a bit in the dumps now that this is apparently 'a thing'. ]
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[After the message McBurn yawns loudly.]
What a pain.
[Strange that he doesn't seem to give a damn about killing someone. But then depending on what sort of people these "champions" are, he might actually find it more interesting here than back home.]
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[Well, hopefully no one was wanting to sit on the couch McBurn is on, because he's taking up the whole thing and lazily looking at the profiles. His own profile would list the following: Name: McBurn, Champion of Fire Handling. Age: ?, Species: Mixed (part human/part ???). He looks human other than the strange hair and eye colors though. Good luck guessing what the ??? is.]
Wonder if any of these can last more than a minute.
[He means in a fight, but feel free to misconstrue this for something else. Wouldn't be the first time something he's said could have some weird connotation because he's not one to say a whole lot.]
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[McBurn has an issue where he does get bored a bit too easily, so he'll be able to be found in any other location throughout the day. He'll certainly fiddle around with things in the holodeck, grab some of the food in the kitchen and generally roam around.
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[Sylvia wasn't just about to take any of this sitting down. Lucky for CECE, Sylvia would be completely down for attacking the voice if they were present. But since they're not here, Sylvia has to settle for being angry and threatening.]
Look CECE, you say that this is just a fun little experiment, but I am not going to rest until I find a way out of here! I know you kidnapped us in an attempt to get rid of us all for some reason or another. More importantly, what did you do with Wander?
[She just has the hardest time believing that anyone would want to kidnap her without Wander. Not that she had a low self-esteem or anything, but they were always together and usually bad guys want to stop Wander just as much, if not more than, Sylvia.]
B - Zero Gravity Room
[Sylvia decided to devote the whole day to trying to find some sort of exit. She didn't know if anyone was capable of murder here, but she didn't want to stick around and find out.
Eventually, she finds herself in the Zero Gravity Room, which seemed innocent enough at first. However, while testing out the buttons to see what exactly the purpose of this room is, she finds herself floating in air. There is a very good chance so see her trying to swim through the air in pure rage as she's trying to turn this stupid thing off.]
WHAT IS THE POINT OF THIS ROOM?!
[Please help.]
A - TW: Starvation/Suicide references probably
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[ The machine on her wrist was unsettling, the upbeat voice with no apparent source frightening, and both of them all the more so for being so strange. Thomasin is one of the last to join the group, since none of this is intuitive to her, and shortly after she shows up this shit happens. It's too much. She stands, stricken, and stares up at the screen, then sinks down to her knees. And knots her hands together. Her eyes close in concentration, and she rests her chin on her hands. Is she praying? She absolutely is fucking praying right now. ]
O Lord my God, in thee I put my trust: save me from all that persecute me, and deliver me, lest he devour my soul like a lion, and -- and tear it in pieces, while there be none to help. O Lord my God, if I have done this thing, if there be any wickedness in mine hands...
[ OKAY maybe this was not the greatest choice of psalm ]
... Why? [ Her eyes open again, still staring upward. ] To what purpose wouldst thou bring forth the thought of such evil?
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[ After picking herself up from her meltdown, she seems to act a lot more like a normal curious girl than a Plimoth Plantation LARPer verging on a nervous breakdown. She explores by herself, occasionally trying to examine her own muddled reflection in the omnipresent chrome when she thinks nobody is looking, and running her hands inquisitively over unfamiliar features, which is everything. She can be found in the kitchen, trying and failing to open one of the packets miserably until she finally rips it open with her teeth, then pouring out the contents and studying them in absolute confusion. After a minute or so she either asks people nearby if they know what it is or sneezes and sends food dust blowing everywhere. You're welcome. In the zero gravity chamber, she does exactly what she's doing in the test drive prompt! And in the living area, she's just kind of sitting around, fiddling with the thing now stuck to the end of her arm with an expression that does not speak to confidence of any kind. Every time the display changes she looks fascinated and deeply perturbed. Eventually, she gathers her courage and decides to break the ice. ]
If it please you, I would ask a question. It concerns this... marvellous device.
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[Throughout the informative piece, Naho's eyes remain focused ahead like she's absorbing every word. Her expression doesn't flicker-- it's not pleased, but she's also not flying off the handle either. Of course she's mad. There are a lot of things she'd like to say and do about all this.]
So they set up an option for those of us who don't want to stay after all and it's murder... If I didn't know better I'd say this was some elaborate nightmare.
[If it were her, she could have imagined it up. She'd seen a lot of shit in her life after all.]
afterwards...
After the debriefing, Naho spends some time getting to know the layout of the ship. The zero gravity room is a trip. Quite literally. But she does try to get used to it a little. "I guess it's a nice place if you want to think for a while." The holo deck is something of a mystery to her. "Maybe I should have studied space or science instead of magic and ghosts." It would have helped her more right now at the very least. In the communal dining hall or kitchen you might hear the most human thing out of her yet in the form of a short "I wonder if they have anything sweet..." while she looks about.
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im sorry that this is mildly nsfw thanks unitards
[Well that sure is an exciting turn of events now ain't it. Somehow, unlike many of the others, the cowboy seems to be taking it in stride. At least. He's probably a cowboy? He's wearing an honest to god Stetson, anyway, with bullet casings tied around it and some kind of brass buckle on the front. But he's also wearing the same skintight bodysuit as everyone else (in which if you're staring in that area when he thinks you're not looking you may see him have to adjust a hitch in his giddyup), sitting with his feet kicked up and his hat pulled down low almost over his eyes.
No, please, be more of a cliche.]
Mighty rude, making a guy go cold turkey by taking away his smokes. Got a hell of a headache.
B - The kitchen
[Alright, well he's rehydrated...something. And has wrapped it up in one of the tortillas provided. He's eating over a plate at the counter, half-hunched over like he has to eat it right there or it'll disappear. He seems almost bored with it, however, chewing slowly. He gestures at the remainder, the steam coming out of the plastic pouch and the package of tortillas.]
Go ahead. There's extra there, if you're hungry. It's not gonna be your momma's cooking, but it'll get you fed.
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Re: MONDAY
[She's raising her voice right as the announcement ends.]
Why should we do as you say?!
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[She storms off in a huff after 'speaking' with their host.
The holodeck gets a blank stare for a few minutes. Then she decides to leave that. She's not touching it. Instead she ends up turning some of the nearby lights on and off.]
How?
[Then she can be found in the kitchen, glaring at one of the food satchels. ]
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I have a bad feeling about this...
[C.E.C.E.]
... I'm assuming that this is some program of Emperor Palpatine's. You might not have heard about it since it just happened, but he's dead now. You don't have to keep us here if you don't want to.
[Guess who ALSO assumes he's still in his own galaxy (far, far away)?]
[Open]
[For the remainder of the day, Luke spends his time exploring the ship, visiting the various rooms in turn. You might find him in the kitchen, wrinkling his nose at the not-at-all blue milk. Or maybe in the living area, flopped on a couch and sighing.]
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But Nero is often frustrated, and has let off steam by trying to get rises out of other people. And now, he is sort of slumped in the living quarters, making notes on his strange wrist device. (God, he missed his own. It'd been with him! But then again, so had his armour.)
What sort of notes? Mostly writing down what the hell he's seen and learned so far. And trying to keep himself calm due to his 'oh god this is really space'. But not with that swearing - no, he's writing in code. Because why should he let people watch him and understand what happened, huh? ]
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motive: did someone say 'deadly neurotoxin'?
Good morning, everyone! I hope you all slept well and achieved an appropriate amount of REM sleep to function at an acceptable capacity. If you would all please gather in the main communal area, I have an important announcement for all of you. There is also coffee and cake!
[Sure enough, there's a floating table set up in the communal area with cups of hot, fresh coffee and a tasty-looking chocolate layer cake waiting for the champions with plates and forks neatly laid out beside it. C.E.C.E.s screen is lit up and ready to announce once everyone has piled in.]
Hello again, everyone. I hope you are all settling in nicely here on the station. [She sounds chipper as ever and read to dish out her announcement.]
After yesterday, the Overseers thought that perhaps just leaving would not be an overall satisfactory motivation. So they have decided to make things a little more interesting. [A holographic map appears above the champions' heads. It's enormous, filling almost the whole ceiling. It shows 21 different locations, all different but undoubtedly familiar to each once of the champions: they're all locations with some sort of emotional attachment to them.]
As you can see, these targeted locations all have some sort of personal significance to you all. The Overseers would like me to announce that if someone is not dead before this Friday night these locations will be flooded with a deadly neurotoxin that will wipe out all organic life in that location.
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In the zero-gravity room later, she's actually doing more than just passively floating; instead, she's bouncing and spinning off the walls, kicking to move in new directions. It seems to be going well.
Well, mostly. After some time, you might hear a crash. Later, Kanade will be walking through the hallways, blood seeping through her uniform from her right elbow -- though she doesn't seem to feel it or be reacting much. If she sees you, she'll look over.]
This is not healing. Where are the bandages?
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[Whatever it is, he's running around the central console, furiously tapping keys and throwing levers, and occasionally hitting it with a small rubber mallet, because of course he is.]
Come on, come on- ah!
[He gives the controls a last frustrated smack, shoving away a monitor mounted on some kind of sliding track around the central column.]
Not enough processing power, not nearly enough-
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Half the people sitting at their bar stools are dead. His expression sobers when he looks at either one of their holograms, before returning to, well, "work". He's cool with serving anyone else, too. There's a TV and a billiard table, and the beer's always cold at Fin's.
Later on, he's walking around throughout the open areas of the ship, a piece of paper in hand. Every so often, he stops. Maybe tapping on the walls and listening to the sound with his ear close. Maybe scribbling something furiously on the paper. Maybe running his fingers along the wall for any noticeable indents, frowning.
You know. Like you do.]
Hn.
[He doesn't notice anyone around him as he's caught up doing this.]
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In the kitchen, she seems to be trying to make the space food taste like something. Along with water, she's piled on every conceivable seasoning and is mixing them all in. Mostly the really spicy ones. Maybe it numbs your taste buds?
Afternoon comes and Kanade tries out the holodeck. She seems to have programmed in some kind of self-defence program, because faceless wireframe people are coming at her with guns and she's only given herself wrist blades to deflect their bullets. She's doing a good job at it, though, and dodging pretty well, too.
Later, she's sitting in the dining hall, looking forlornly at the kitchen. As much as she has facial expressions, anyway.]
Real food...
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as if I could turn down the chance to get Barney kicked in the crotch
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