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]

"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."