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starlogs2017-01-16 07:18 pm
allweather) wrote in starlogs2017-01-16 07:18 pm
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WHO: Reim and Zelos, incapable morons
WHERE: Oros
WHEN: well i guess it's feb 3 but we're here now
WHAT: the Gamma mission with a cave to yell at
WARNINGS: hair care is at an all time low
[There's something to be said for wanting to go see alien planets and do research despite having zero self-preservation skills. It's probably not a very nice thing, necessarily, but if given the chance there's no way Reim is going to sit in the ship and wait for other people to come back and share their experiences on the ground. So, since the chance has been given... here he is. On an alien planet. It should be the most exciting thing to ever happen to him in his life. He's been saying as much for several days, since they managed to get this assignment. He's been unbearable in his enthusiasm, but mercifully he's subjected most of it to Zelos, considering they're doing it together.
But it turns out that alien planets are just kind of hot and unpleasant, and the uniform is too tight under his jacket, and his company hasn't stopped complaining about the damage being done to his skin and hair since they touched ground. Alien planets, as it so happens, are much more riveting when left to the imagination.
He'll try to be impressed, anyway, while he treks around in a miserable desert climate following a dull beeping device. There's sand on his glasses. There has been sand on his glasses for six hours. He no longer sees the point of trying to clean them. Hell is empty, and the alien devils are here.
Now, where is his whiny companion.] I've heard that excessive complaints cause hair loss.
[great conversation, best friends]
WHERE: Oros
WHEN: well i guess it's feb 3 but we're here now
WHAT: the Gamma mission with a cave to yell at
WARNINGS: hair care is at an all time low
[There's something to be said for wanting to go see alien planets and do research despite having zero self-preservation skills. It's probably not a very nice thing, necessarily, but if given the chance there's no way Reim is going to sit in the ship and wait for other people to come back and share their experiences on the ground. So, since the chance has been given... here he is. On an alien planet. It should be the most exciting thing to ever happen to him in his life. He's been saying as much for several days, since they managed to get this assignment. He's been unbearable in his enthusiasm, but mercifully he's subjected most of it to Zelos, considering they're doing it together.
But it turns out that alien planets are just kind of hot and unpleasant, and the uniform is too tight under his jacket, and his company hasn't stopped complaining about the damage being done to his skin and hair since they touched ground. Alien planets, as it so happens, are much more riveting when left to the imagination.
He'll try to be impressed, anyway, while he treks around in a miserable desert climate following a dull beeping device. There's sand on his glasses. There has been sand on his glasses for six hours. He no longer sees the point of trying to clean them. Hell is empty, and the alien devils are here.
Now, where is his whiny companion.] I've heard that excessive complaints cause hair loss.
[great conversation, best friends]
GFDSJL THIS ISNT A SHAME TENT
[He teases as he pokes his head in after him, crouching in the rest of the way and zipping up the exit. There they are! Closed up and cozy. It's not the smallest tent in the world. It's also better to have a tent than to sleep on a roll on the ground, he thinks, so.]
Phew! Finally, we can take a break. I can't believe that weird bed back on the ship sounds comfortable right now. [Whine whine whine... He pauses briefly once he's finished to blink over to Reim.] How about you? You've gotta be tired.
isn't it though
I'm—not...? Not particularly. [he is] You've done so much more work...
I mean it's a lesser shame tent
[Using a carefree comment like that as an excuse to make Reim feel better, Zelos shifts to lie down himself. This is very hard with helmets. His hair is even more everywhere than it was before. Next time, he's doing a ponytail or something.]
It evens out.
zelos is shameful
If you say so. We're both stuck in this tent until morning, either way.
no!!!
[Folding his arms behind his head to sort of prop it up, he crosses one of his legs over the other and stares at the top of the tent.]
Hopefully those monsters only live underground. But the tent's zipped up, so we shouldn't have any problems. [He steals a glance to the side.] That didn't go too bad, did it?
yes
We accomplished our goal, which is not a small feat, considering... [the mutant rats,] So I suppose "not too bad" is the highest praise we're likely to earn.
[It was Okay.]
no subject
[Says the big loser constantly craving praise and attention. He's currently actually thinking about the fate of this planet and what that beeping device does, what they're doing here, and what the other teams have to do. He doesn't really want to ask on the network.]
Anyway, you should probably get some sleep. [He will be Silent, now.]