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trans_92009-07-06 03:32 pm
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Claustrophobia Times Ten Plus Meatship [open]
It doesn't take long at all for Yoshimi to become overwhelmed by the large crowd in the Obs Deck. Frown lines etch themselves deeper and deeper into her face before she finally makes a break for it, spotting an exit across the room. Rather hurriedly, she shoves through the groups of people, muttering apologies as she elbows and steps on people. She has always been a titch claustrophobic, and the combination of a large mass of people and the peculiar, anxiety-producing situation of being abducted seems to have amplified the feeling tenfold.
When she finds herself alone in the hallway, she exhales heavily, leaning against the wall and sliding to the floor. She doesn't even feel compelled to explore the ship as she would have had she been feeling any differently. Though she wouldn't admit it to herself, she was intrigued by the entire situation. A talking ship named Stacy floating around kidnapping people from different dimensions and places in the time stream for some Great Purpose, capital-G, capital-P. It was like something out of a sci-fi novel, something that Yoshimi would have enjoyed reading. She wasn't enjoying it very much now that she was part of it, though. A sigh escapes.
"Stupid meatship," she mutters, leaning her head against the wall and closing her eyes. At least the people were nice.
When she finds herself alone in the hallway, she exhales heavily, leaning against the wall and sliding to the floor. She doesn't even feel compelled to explore the ship as she would have had she been feeling any differently. Though she wouldn't admit it to herself, she was intrigued by the entire situation. A talking ship named Stacy floating around kidnapping people from different dimensions and places in the time stream for some Great Purpose, capital-G, capital-P. It was like something out of a sci-fi novel, something that Yoshimi would have enjoyed reading. She wasn't enjoying it very much now that she was part of it, though. A sigh escapes.
"Stupid meatship," she mutters, leaning her head against the wall and closing her eyes. At least the people were nice.
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"...it's a long way to the top if you wanna rock and roll..."
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"Oh hell no," she says loudly, eyes opening the rest of the way and then some. "Oh, good Ganesha, please, God, no, no robots, no fucking robots, please!" Truthfully, she feels like crying. "One second I wake up in a weird, squishy ship full of weird, squishy people, and then I freak out, and then a robot shows up. And I don't even have a reason to kill it. Please, someone, please kill me. Preferably soon." It doesn't help the situation that she is speaking as though the robot can't hear her, as the odds are the the robot will get irritated and squash her or something with its fancy metal self. Yoshimi can't really bring herself to care, though. She's too busy being completely and totally exasperated. Also, having a borderline nervous breakdown, but that's just a fun tidbit.
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"Why do people keep freaking out over you? Because you're a robot, and robots are big and ugly and dangerous and evil and malicious and - and - and bad," she said heartlessly, standing and glaring up into the yellow thing's face. She felt a familiar twinge of frustration for being so very, very vertically challenged but pushed it aside in favor of her overwhelming irritation. She could already feel the fit ebbing, though; it was hard to keep caring when the situation was so very hopeless at the moment.
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