Claustrophobia Times Ten Plus Meatship [open]

[slainrobots.livejournal.com]

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.

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[stingslikeali.livejournal.com]

Bee notices the freak out. "...why do people keep freaking out over me?! Why?! I'm just walking here, minding my own slagging business, and you go and start going nuts. I haven't done anything!"

[slainrobots.livejournal.com]

If Yoshimi had at that moment entertained the personal belief that robots could have their own opinions, personalities and feelings, she would have felt really, really bad. As it is, though, she was so jaded towards the whole situation that she saw robots as nothing more than things to abruptly go insane at the hands of the Rampancy virus, and from there eat people and destroy stuff.

"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.

[stingslikeali.livejournal.com]

"I'm not evil! I'm not big and ugly and malicious and bad either! I'm a good guy. I'm cute and short and mischievous and one of my best friends is an 8-year-old girl! I turn into an enviromentally-friendly car for slag's sake! Where the slag are you getting big and ugly and evil and bad from?!"

[slainrobots.livejournal.com]

She blinks. "Uhm..." She slowly remembers that the odds of anyone on the ship being from the same time stream and dimension that she is are nigh improbable. "Well, just... keep it up. And don't go rampant," she amends, feeling her anger drain completely, replaced with confusion and more than a bit of exasperation. "I have a thing about robots," she muttered, staring at the wall for a moment before forcefully folding her arms across her chest.

[stingslikeali.livejournal.com]

"Considering I have no idea what rampant is that's probably not gonna happen."

[slainrobots.livejournal.com]

"God dammit..." she mutters, rubbing her eyes with the heels of her hands. "Just... please don't turn into one of the robots from my dimension. If you do that for me, then I'll try really hard not to freak out about you. It'll probably fail, but I'll try. Like I said, I have a thing about robots. I don't like them, and they don't like me. It's a lose/lose relationship, but I got paid for it back home."