WHO: mine + various WHERE: around the ship WHEN: throughout the duration of the event WHAT: getting trapped, malfunctions, etc!! WARNINGS: nah not really
As it happens, there are worse things that can happen on this afterlife trip from hell than working at a strip joint and dealing with hostile aliens. Turns out, it's being trapped with a guy who doesn't know when the hell to stop talking.
For the most part, things have been working fine. That's why Maine ventured out to get some more supplies to stockpile ( paranoia runs high when dealing with "retired" agents of Project Freelancer ) just in case the systems try and fail again. He's been wandering around with his armor on, though, for more than just one reason. It's just easier if he gets caught out here and the gravity fails again ( thank god for those grav-boots ) or the life-support goes down ( helps having that oxygen ). Not to mention he's much stronger inside the armor than outside ( though, he's still impressive without, to be sure ).
Doesn't mean it really helps with his patience or temper, though. Because as soon as those metal shutters snap closed on the storefront, Maine feels that spike of anger prick in the pit of his stomach. He wishes these people would get their fucking shit together and fix what's wrong without all these extra mishaps.
...He also wishes he had something to cut through the metal. He should've gone to the armory first to get something like that. Next stop. The lights on his helmet give him some visibility looking for some seam in the door or even in the window area, but so far, nothing. He pulls a flashlight out of one of his packs and rumbles a noise to get Chatty-with-the-Mustache's attention before tossing it his way. Then, he jerks his head toward the side for him to start looking, too. Maybe he'll turn out to be some sort of help in the end before Maine has to get physical. ]
[ Coran, meanwhile, has been having a pretty okay time with this new companionship. You know, once he wasn't immediately murdered. Never know what's going to happen!
His goal in making the trip to the main ship from the Castle was to be in a better position to help figure out some answers. About anything that's been happening, really. Maybe even to help with repairs, only as it turns out, no matter how experienced, a mustache product tester doesn't quite equate to the crew aboard as a qualified candidate. But at the very least, he'd thought, he could pick a few things up to run over to the Castle, or to some fellow Eluvio wanderers in need.
Things, as ever, don't quite go as planned. Still, it's nice to have someone around this time! Sealed in or no. Coran catches the flashlight Maine tosses his way, turning it over in his hands a couple of times before catching up to what it is. Let there be light, bro. ]
Thanks! Oh, this'll make navigating much easier! You're certainly the prepared sort, aren't you?
[ It's probably a good thing he doesn't have any murdering tendencies. ...hahaha. Even if he might be quietly contemplating it now because that mustache reminds him of his past and there's just something about it that's irritating. Not this guy's fault, though.
He doesn't really acknowledge what he says beyond an answering grunt that is just on this side of exasperated. Being here isn't through any fault of theirs, but Maine is still annoyed. This ship needs to get their shit together. After a long, silent deliberation, Maine removes something from one of the pouches on his armor and lifts his hand to the back of his head. Another passing moment and a strong, low voice comes from the communicator clipped to the mag holster on his thigh. ]
You could say that. System failures aren't new to me.
[ Aha! That's one mystery solved. Case of the voice: check. ]
They're not new to me, either. The ship I'm looking after wasn't particularly well-equipped for so many vital failures at once, though. It's what brought me over here! Hoping to get things back in order. Not that the crew here seems to be faring any better.
[ They'd surely have to have a large selection of engineers hard at work, though, wouldn't they? ]
Edited (i use words twice it is my special ability) 2017-02-28 03:26 (UTC)
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As it happens, there are worse things that can happen on this afterlife trip from hell than working at a strip joint and dealing with hostile aliens. Turns out, it's being trapped with a guy who doesn't know when the hell to stop talking.
For the most part, things have been working fine. That's why Maine ventured out to get some more supplies to stockpile ( paranoia runs high when dealing with "retired" agents of Project Freelancer ) just in case the systems try and fail again. He's been wandering around with his armor on, though, for more than just one reason. It's just easier if he gets caught out here and the gravity fails again ( thank god for those grav-boots ) or the life-support goes down ( helps having that oxygen ). Not to mention he's much stronger inside the armor than outside ( though, he's still impressive without, to be sure ).
Doesn't mean it really helps with his patience or temper, though. Because as soon as those metal shutters snap closed on the storefront, Maine feels that spike of anger prick in the pit of his stomach. He wishes these people would get their fucking shit together and fix what's wrong without all these extra mishaps.
...He also wishes he had something to cut through the metal. He should've gone to the armory first to get something like that. Next stop. The lights on his helmet give him some visibility looking for some seam in the door or even in the window area, but so far, nothing. He pulls a flashlight out of one of his packs and rumbles a noise to get Chatty-with-the-Mustache's attention before tossing it his way. Then, he jerks his head toward the side for him to start looking, too. Maybe he'll turn out to be some sort of help in the end before Maine has to get physical. ]
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His goal in making the trip to the main ship from the Castle was to be in a better position to help figure out some answers. About anything that's been happening, really. Maybe even to help with repairs, only as it turns out, no matter how experienced, a mustache product tester doesn't quite equate to the crew aboard as a qualified candidate. But at the very least, he'd thought, he could pick a few things up to run over to the Castle, or to some fellow Eluvio wanderers in need.
Things, as ever, don't quite go as planned. Still, it's nice to have someone around this time! Sealed in or no. Coran catches the flashlight Maine tosses his way, turning it over in his hands a couple of times before catching up to what it is. Let there be light, bro. ]
Thanks! Oh, this'll make navigating much easier! You're certainly the prepared sort, aren't you?
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He doesn't really acknowledge what he says beyond an answering grunt that is just on this side of exasperated. Being here isn't through any fault of theirs, but Maine is still annoyed. This ship needs to get their shit together. After a long, silent deliberation, Maine removes something from one of the pouches on his armor and lifts his hand to the back of his head. Another passing moment and a strong, low voice comes from the communicator clipped to the mag holster on his thigh. ]
You could say that. System failures aren't new to me.
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They're not new to me, either. The ship I'm looking after wasn't particularly well-equipped for so many vital failures at once, though. It's what brought me over here! Hoping to get things back in order. Not that the crew here seems to be faring any better.
[ They'd surely have to have a large selection of engineers hard at work, though, wouldn't they? ]