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( february intro log )
Who: Everyone
When: February 1st and on
Where: The Moira + Emiri
What: The crew finds themselves on the planet of Emiri
Warnings: Mentions of a corpse. Please label your content!
( ooc; This plot is spread out over the first half of the month of February, and follows the order of the prompts listed above. Feel free to take as much time as you need to with your characters and use the info above for posts/logs at your discretion. For questions, go here. Please comment to activity check to receive new ranks (if applicable)! )
When: February 1st and on
Where: The Moira + Emiri
What: The crew finds themselves on the planet of Emiri
Warnings: Mentions of a corpse. Please label your content!
I N T R O L O G |
"There will be no prison which can hold our movement down."
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“Amenities”...? [A little uncertainly, he glances up at the bed, and climbs up the rest of the way. His hand lands on a bottle and...]
....um.
[....this is a lot of ketchup.]
Do you mind if I move them? [pause.] Do you....want to keep them?
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Nah, nah, just throw 'em on the floor. We're fast and loose in here, pal. [Very fast and very loose. The room itself was not exactly tidy.] My brother will probably be in here tomorrow cleaning it up, anyway.
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Okay. [He moves back up the ladder, then down again. He feels bad just literally throwing them, fast and loose or not. There's an empty hamper bag waiting in one of the shelves nearby, and he grabs that to corral the bottles.]
...have you been here for long? [Don't go back to sleep, Sans. The mutt wants to chat.]
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Little over a month, if that. [He stretches, bones popping one by one as air escapes between them.] How's it strike you so far?
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He starts to bag the bottles, caught between wondering again at how many there are and how to answer the question.
He's just been brought to a strange spaceship, with complete strangers, and told to ensure the health of an indeterminate amount of crewmembers who are possibly going to be in some big fights with the strange planet they're currently on.
The hand collecting the bottles slows.
It's scary, exciting, nerve-wracking, and he has no clue what's going to happen to him.]
It's...busy.
[:x. Is it gonna be ok? He doesn't know.]
...um, I'm Med'an, by the way. [If you don't give him a name you'll be forever known as Ketchup Man.]
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It's enough to make Sans considerably more relaxed.]
Name's Sans. [Aka Ketchup Man.] Be careful, weirdos throw whoopie cushions up in that bunk sometimes. A little tip, from me to you.
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Oh, "weirdos"? [HES NOT ACTUALLY SURE IF THE WEIRDO IS SANS OR ONE OF THEIR OTHER ROOMMATES BUT...] Thanks for the heads up.
[He finishes bagging up the ketchup bottles (it's a concerning amount, honestly), inspecting the bed suspiciously for whoopie cushions.]
...I don't think I've ever...had a whoopie cushion before. [Deprived child.]
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I guess you never had any older brothers, huh?