http://flunkingspanish.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] flunkingspanish.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_92010-09-14 10:13 pm

On The Prowl

Paco was a man on a mission. It was a very serious mission of the utmost importance.

Depending on the definitions of "serious", "utmost", and "importance" at least.

There were people on this ship that needed to either be recruited onto Team Have Some Freaking Fun, and there were people who needed to be marked down to be shanghai'd into having fun the next time the Team had a plan. There were also people who he needed to talk to talk to on general principle because they were his friends and what else were friends for?

In other words, Paco was bored and in the mood to socialize.

Denizens of Stacy, beware.

[[OOC: Pick a location! Paco will find your character and socialize!]]
craaazyisland: (Default)

[personal profile] craaazyisland 2010-09-15 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
Steve was slinking through a hallway on the way back to his room.

He couldn't really explain it, but he just felt "off" today, all of a sudden. A little sluggish, a little tired, a little lonely, a little cranky... not that recent events really lent themselves to being cheerful, anyway.

Maybe all he needed was some time to chill out. He would not be so lucky today though.
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[personal profile] prettycoolguy 2010-09-15 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
It's actually pretty common knowledge that if you're looking for the Chief, it's best to look in the places people usually don't go.

That's where he was when Paco found him, anyway, sitting like some kind of bizarre futuristic gargoyle in the shadow of a tree.

With a giant isopod hunkered down by his right leg. Yep. Nothing unusual about that. He'd pretty much given up on getting it to leave him alone, so he'd settle for pretending it wasn't there.
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[personal profile] craaazyisland 2010-09-15 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
Brace yourself, Steve, here it comes...

And to his credit, Steve did his best not to look completely overwhelmed when Paco arrived. "Hey, Paco," he said a little glumly, and he managed a small wave. "What are you up to?"
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[personal profile] prettycoolguy 2010-09-15 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
"It keeps following me," the Chief answered. This was neither a yes or no, he'd notice.

The bug's antennae waved around in the air, flailing in Paco's general direction. It seemed to be debating on whether to go investigate him or not.

[identity profile] nothawkingbird.livejournal.com 2010-09-15 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
Empty rooms. That's the problem. There were too many empty rooms on this ship. Too quiet. She wanted to fill them with screams, with music, with grunts as she punched the walls, bed. Anything, everything.

Because they're empty. Because
they're
not coming back.

So it was she was sitting on the Obs Deck, her knees drawn up as she wrapped her arms around them. Kate lightly rested her chin on her knees as she stared out at the Bleed. She wanted do something, she wanted to do nothing.

She wanted... She wanted them *back.*
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[personal profile] craaazyisland 2010-09-15 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
"About the same as usual," he admitted. So... morose and annoyed with the general state of things. "I don't know. It's weird."
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[personal profile] prettycoolguy 2010-09-15 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't think it can. Hasn't bothered anyone yet. Sherry doesn't like it much, though."

It got up to go examine Paco more closely, making a series of little clicks and chittering sounds. It antennae-waved at his pantleg. Hello, Paco! Upon closer inspection it was apparently some sort of giant pill bug, the segmented carapace looked built for curling into a ball.

[identity profile] nothawkingbird.livejournal.com 2010-09-15 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
She was surprised to see him there. They hadn't really talked much since. Giving each other space. Been a long time since she had spoken with either Brenda or Jaime for that matter.

Kate stared at his arms for a moment, inwardly debating. Ok, no, one friend to another for comfort.

She finally nodded and reached out to hug him back, sniffling a few times.
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[personal profile] craaazyisland 2010-09-15 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
Steve did appreciate Paco wanting to help him out, though that weird sluggish feeling didn't make him feel like doing much besides lying around. He shrugged his shoulders and reached up to brush his hair out of his eyes.

"I don't know. I'm not feeling real great right now actually," he said.
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[personal profile] craaazyisland 2010-09-15 07:07 am (UTC)(link)
By the time Paco grabbed his arm, he was already heavily resigned to going along with whatever the other teen suggested. "Hydroponics," he said. "I'm not real huge on the sensoriums still."

That odd, warm, kind of sleepy feeling persisted. Maybe they'd end up just taking a nap or something.
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[personal profile] craaazyisland 2010-09-15 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
"That's pretty cool," he had to admit, following behind Paco. He'd met Hiccup and his dragon a few weeks ago, after all. "But man, I wouldn't want to play with that thing and a laser. I'd be afraid he'd pounce and take my arm off." Props to Hiccup for managing to train him.

And off-handed good wishes for the other kid who had something eating his body away from the inside. Temporarily, anyway.

"You didn't get hurt in all that bullshit, huh?"
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[personal profile] craaazyisland 2010-09-15 01:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"Me either," Steve added. "Which is... kind of a miracle for me, actually."

He looked noticeably relieved to reach somewhere with plants, grass and (simulated) fresh air. His skin had even started looking a little clammy, but it felt somewhat better once they took a few steps into hydroponics.

"I never thought I'd miss the sun so much. And that's saying something for a redhead."

[identity profile] watchwith3hands.livejournal.com 2010-09-16 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
Rei was the kind of guy that was all about having some fun. For him, being a mystic gaurd of the timeline was more about exploring and having fun then it was saving the universe.

At least, that's what he told people. But lately, he just wasn't feeling up to putting on his happy face and being a happy ray of sunshine.

His current haunt, the place he was coming to avoid the vampire and the timelord, because things were just awkward with those two, (if for different reasons) was the Temples. Not a particular one, he just liked walking around the area. It had a great old, solemn feel to it, and it was a pretty good place to walk his dog.

A place with a solemn feel... even if he didn't think of it in those exact words, he knew that wasn't really like himself.

[identity profile] riseupnchargem.livejournal.com 2010-09-16 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
Jamie was not an especially cheerful person in the best of times, and right now - after the failed mission to LV-428, the alien parasite infestation, his subsequent freakout in the medbay, the deaths of two of the crewmembers, and his run-in with that psychotic blonde woman in the hallways, on top of his usual dour mindset - he was even less inclined to jollity than normal. He was torn between wanting to seal himself in his Zoid's cockpit to brood and finding someplace where he could punch the everloving crap out of something, an urge he hadn't had in a long, long time.

For now, he settled with standing before the windows of the Obs Deck, staring morosely out at the Bleed, hands folded behind his back.

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