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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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no subject
[truly, he doesn't mind working. it's fine! he actually expected it to a degree, he's been working all his life.]
What sort of job?
[he's just a bit worried about his level of... academia.]
no subject
[At least this job has a couple days of excitement when the newcomers arrive. In the hold, “sitting around” had comprised pretty much all of her duties.] I’m sure you’ll be able to handle it.
no subject
[definitely. maybe he'll finally find a job that feels right.]
What was your first one? I'm assuming greeter is your second.
[he says, Expertly ducking a slightly lower part of the ceiling.]
no subject
I like this job better. There’s more people to talk to, for one.
[She glances behind her and sees they’re approaching the elevator. She looks at the Cybertronian again and then back at the elevator. Looks like it’s going to be a tight fit.]
You might have to crouch down for this part.
[She moves to the side as she says it, flattening her back against the wall.] You go in first. And, uh, try not to step on me. [It’s supposed to be a joke, but it comes out a lot more apprehensive than she means it too.]
no subject
[sounds like they haven't got an ultra magnus type on board. that's good. little does riptide know THE ACTUAL ULTRA MAGNUS is here. bummer.
he stops a little outside the elevator then ducks in, stopping half way to look back at zam.]
Uh. Is there a weight limit?