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thisavrou_log2016-07-01 10:06 am
averagehero) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-07-01 10:06 am
[Open!] For some people, the world is always ending.
Who: Saitama and Anybody
When: Just after the Vote.
Where: Around the Moira
What: Being far too relaxed in the face of danger and mass hysteria.
Warnings: Copious and offensive amounts of chill.
1. Reliably late.
[Saitama had barely gotten his vote in on time. He saw the message on his MID, but ignored it until it alerted him again that this was his last chance to vote. Skimming over the stances made by each team, he wasn't really convinced by any one of them. "A combination of all plans" oh, well, look at that. He'll put forth what he assumes is a non-vote. After all, most people vote for their side to win regardless of it being a good idea or not, right? No faith.
When he goes to get lunch, even his oblivious self can feel how nervous the general crew is. He'll pile up some food and go sit down. Eyeing around, he'll comment to the person he sits beside]
What's with all the nerves?
2. Crows nest. [Closed toknaval]
[If the other members of the crew wanted to work themselves into a fever pitch, fine by Saitama, but he wanted no part. He'd actually wanted to do his job for once, since at least it was calm out in space, but instead he got shuffled away. "Too dangerous" he was told, right. When he pressed further, he got told that he could go up to the Tower if he really wanted to check on the sails. He climbed the formidable stairwell with ease, smiling at the view and.... what was that? Quiet? He'd have to remember this place for a hideout. He'll text his workbuddy using the MID, company would be nice.]
Report for work duties in the Tower. Code Black. Bring snacks.
3. Wildcard!
[Saitama will be hiding in all kinds of corners of the ship, hoping for peace and quiet. Feel free to find him napping some place he's not supposed to be or otherwise being far too relaxed on the eve of disaster. He's very used to a world in peril, this is just another day for him.]
When: Just after the Vote.
Where: Around the Moira
What: Being far too relaxed in the face of danger and mass hysteria.
Warnings: Copious and offensive amounts of chill.
1. Reliably late.
[Saitama had barely gotten his vote in on time. He saw the message on his MID, but ignored it until it alerted him again that this was his last chance to vote. Skimming over the stances made by each team, he wasn't really convinced by any one of them. "A combination of all plans" oh, well, look at that. He'll put forth what he assumes is a non-vote. After all, most people vote for their side to win regardless of it being a good idea or not, right? No faith.
When he goes to get lunch, even his oblivious self can feel how nervous the general crew is. He'll pile up some food and go sit down. Eyeing around, he'll comment to the person he sits beside]
What's with all the nerves?
2. Crows nest. [Closed to
knaval][If the other members of the crew wanted to work themselves into a fever pitch, fine by Saitama, but he wanted no part. He'd actually wanted to do his job for once, since at least it was calm out in space, but instead he got shuffled away. "Too dangerous" he was told, right. When he pressed further, he got told that he could go up to the Tower if he really wanted to check on the sails. He climbed the formidable stairwell with ease, smiling at the view and.... what was that? Quiet? He'd have to remember this place for a hideout. He'll text his workbuddy using the MID, company would be nice.]
Report for work duties in the Tower. Code Black. Bring snacks.
3. Wildcard!
[Saitama will be hiding in all kinds of corners of the ship, hoping for peace and quiet. Feel free to find him napping some place he's not supposed to be or otherwise being far too relaxed on the eve of disaster. He's very used to a world in peril, this is just another day for him.]
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