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[commontype]

Who: Eggsy commontype & anyone
When: Today and forward
Where: Ceta and the Moira
What: Protesting, fighting, and protecting those that can't protect themselves.
Warnings: Fighting, cursing, and will update if more come up


A Passive Approach: 3/09

[Eggsy decides to set up shop in the mess hall. It's a central location, one that will get him the attention that he needs, because he's going to stage a protest against killing the whales. It's not what he'd actually like to do, but he knows better than to start shit that could result in another planet being destroyed.

So he borrows some paint and starts making some signs.]

Hey, you wanna help?

[He stops people as they come in, explaining what's going on.]

An Active Approach: 3/11; closed

[The protest he'd set up with the help of the rest of the crew went alright. It didn't stop the whalers, which pissed him off, but it did at least rally everyone to work together. That was something.

But he was antsy, pent up, and pissed off.

There was no reason to kill the whales just to harvest a mineral from inside them. That was shit and he was telling one of the whalers just as much when he decided to take a swing. And another. Next thing he knew, Eggsy was in a full-on brawl with a group of them. Swinging, dodging, doing just fine, and then there's Loki, out of nowhere, distracting him.]

Watch out!

[A fist catches his jaw and he stumbles.]

A Questionnaire: 3/12

[Early in the morning, Eggsy sends out a MID message to the entire crew, captains included.]

I've been tryin to find somethin to do here that I'd be good at and I'm plannin on asking for a job switch soon. There seems to be a lot of animals on the ship. They might need care or someone to look after them, so I'm gonna make a list, but I need your help.

If you could help me with that, I'd appreciate it. Thanks.

[Attached to the message is a simple list that anyone can update. Either message Eggsy back and let him know, or add what you do know to it.]

Wildcard:

Hit me with anything for the plot so far. Whale watching, planet shenanigans, translator stuff, etc.

[OOC: For the protest prompt, feel free to time skip ahead on that or have your character help make signs. He'll be taking them down to the planet, with whoever wants to go, and starting a protest outside where most of the whalers hang out.]

Comments

A Passive Approach

[ersatzeverything]

It's a nice idea, pal, but do you really think it'll work? A few days isn't much time to change hearts and minds. [Deacon's a bit of a pessimist when it comes to human (and alien) nature.]

[commontype]

Nah, don't really know, now do I?

[Eggsy shrugs, picking up a brush with red paint on the end.]

Thought I'd give this a shot, and if it doesn't work, I dunno. Try somethin' else.

[ersatzeverything]

Well, I guess it's better than bombing the harvesting facility. Non-violent is a nice option, when it works.

[He still doesn't think it will, but he'll contribute a sign to the cause.

"This is your brain." [with a rough picture of an egg]

"This is your brain on cetacean air-sac dirt." [with a rough picture of a giant whale being dropped on a smashed egg]

"Any questions."]

[commontype]

From the way them notices was posted, seems like bombing anythin' would just blow the planet up.

[Eggsy steps back, hands on his hips as he watches the man makes his sign. It's an effective piece of art and Eggsy kind of likes it.]

Funny you drew an egg, cause I'm Eggsy.

[He sticks his hand out.]

Nice to meet ya.

[ersatzeverything]

[Deacon looks Eggsy over, seeing if he can spot a weapon and only then does he shake his hand. It's habit. He approaches handshakes with the mindset of actually taking note whether a person has a weapon in their hands or not. Very old fashioned.]

Deacon.

So, is Eggsy a nickname or were your parents just breakfast enthusiasts?

[commontype]

[Surprisingly, Eggsy doesn't get asked that as much here as he used to back home.]

Nice to meet ya, Deacon.

[He drops his hand, turning back to his signs.]

My dad gave it me when I was a boy.

[ersatzeverything]

Sounds like there's a story behind that.

["Eggsy" doesn't sound like the type of nickname you give a boy just because you like the way it rolls off the tongue.

He flicks some yellow paint on the sign he's working on to indicate yolk spattering under the whale's weight.]

[commontype]

Nothin' amazing or anythin'.

[Memorable to him simply because it had been something of his father that he remembered.]

Dad was in the military, so he weren't around much. But when he was home he'd always wake me up an' make breakfast.

[Eggsy's hand stills, paintbrush resting against the sign.]

He'd always make eggs. Not cause they was my favorite, but cause I heard him tell me mum that it was the only thing he knew how to cook. I thought it was helpin', askin' for what he knew how to do. Kinda became our thing. Said I was turnin' into an egg, his lil' egg.

[The longer version had come in to play eventually, but Eggsy can't remember the exact day.]

[ersatzeverything]

So I wasn't far off with the breakfast enthusiast. He sounds like an awesome Dad.

[commontype]

He was, yeah. [Eggsy shrugs, going back to his sign.] How's it comin'?

[ersatzeverything]

I dunno. Think I should give the whale glowing red eyes and fangs? You know, to make an impression?

[commontype]

Ah, maybe not that. Make 'em look cute and friendly, like you'd wanna save them not kill them.

[He says this with the beginnings of a smile.]

[ersatzeverything]

Good point. Big eyes and adorable grins it is then. No wait, big eyes and sad, pitiful faces. That's better.

So, do you stage protests a lot? This is my first time. I'm a protesting virgin.

...yeah, that didn't really come out the way I intended.

[commontype]

Yeah, like that. Make 'em look so sad that people would be shit to hurt them.

[Eggsy shakes his head.]

Nah, I don't. This is my first time, so we both are protesting virgins.

[He grins then, his mouth quirking.]

Guess we just popped each other's cherries, bruv.

[ersatzeverything]

Awesome. [He holds out his hand for a fistbump.]

But thinking about it, I'm pretty sure this is just the foreplay. We haven't actually done the protesting yet.

[commontype]

[Eggsy bumps his fist, then starts sorting through his signs.]

Gotta set the mood before gettin' straight into it.

[Innuendo aside, he'd wanted to make the signs first.]

Needed to be prepared first.

[ersatzeverything]

[Deacon puts the final touches on his sad whale face and sets the sign aside to dry.]

Slow build-up is the way to go.

[But (somewhat) seriously now:]

Chances are the hunters are either going to ignore us or punch us. We're probably not going to get a very satisfying climax.

[commontype]

You any good with the latter?

[He's only asking the important questions, obviously, because being ignored isn't something he's totally thrilled about.]

Taking a punch, yeah? Cause I can handle my own, but if you're comin' down, can't risk them hurtin' ya.

[The guy looked tough enough, so Eggsy figured it'd be okay.]

[ersatzeverything]

So long as they don't come after us with baseball bats, I'm good. Baseball bats fucking hurt.

But thanks for worrying about my pretty face. [His middle-aged face.]

[commontype]

People hittin' ya with baseball bats a lot?

[He raises a brow, then shrugs. It's probably not his business who's hitting this guy and who isn't.]

No problem. Any time, bruv. Us good lookin' blokes gotta watch out for each other. [Eggsy grins when he says it, stepping back to admire his work.]

[ersatzeverything]

Yeah, people take team sports deadly serious where I come from. [He's strongly tempted to leave it at that, compulsive bullshitter that he sometimes is. But this time he'll give a better explanation.]

Raiders use them. I've had a dust up or two. [Or lots.

Deacon returns Eggsy's grin with a lazy smile of his own.]

I've got your back if you've got mine.

[commontype]

What're raiders?

[Eggsy's curiosity is piqued, brow raised.]

Yeah, sure. Wouldn't want ya gettin' hurt, so.

[He walks around to the other side of the table, touching some of the signs to see how wet they are.]

We can probably go down soon.

[ersatzeverything]

Raiders are assholes who kill people and loot their corpses. And sometimes eat them. You get all kinds of fun and interesting folk in the wasteland.

[He rocks back and forth on his heels while Eggsy checks the signs.]

If you really want to be protective, you can be in front and take the brunt of it while I defend the rear. I'm totally okay with that. Like, no manly pride to be hurt here, if that's what you want.

[commontype]

Ah, yeah. Alright.

[Assholes who steal from the dead and eat them. Yeah, Eggsy's glad they aren't here.]

Sure, we can do it like that. You take the back, I'll take the front.

[He picks up a stack of signs.]

Some of these are for holding, some of them we can just pin up.

[ersatzeverything]

I'm all ready to go.

[He gathers up the remaining signs.]

What's the plan, pin up some signs first and then protest down by the slaughterhouse?