trans_9 | 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.

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"... Can I take you back to New York when we get out of this? I know a certain newspaper that could use a more spider friendly editor. I mean, you'd have to grow a moustache and smoke at least five cigars a day. It's a filthy habit but it looks pretty evocative."

She blinks. "If it's possible to drop people in dimensions other than the one they came from, then sure. At least I wouldn't have to put up with robots anymore... The moustache'll take a bit of work, though, what with the female-ness and the lack of facial hair... could I just wear a fedora instead? Cigars and a fedora sound better."

"Don't fret, there are plenty of psychotic robots hellbent on world destruction to share around in our dimension too. Even the good robots are a little psychotic. Just a little. Compassionately psychotic?"

He ums-and-ahs for a few moments, then holds his fingers up in a square in front of his face.

"Yeah, okay. I can see you in a fedora. Can you do Humphrey Bogart?"

She rolls her eyes. "Oh, glee. The psychotic ones are my favorites." Her sarcasm is not at all evident.

A smirk blossoms on her face, and she looks down at herself. "I'm eight inches too short to be Humphrey Bogart, but I'll try really hard." She then tries to imitate his pose on the movie poster for Casablanca that she's seen in the museum, imaginary gun-in-hand and all.

"Of course they are," he affirms, "It's that or the weirdly homoerotic ones. Is roboerotic a word?"

He scrunches his face up, creasing the mask every which way, "Does that mean we have to buy you platforms too? I gotta say, my budget is not that expansive. I only have the small change that came with me, and this suit doesn't exactly have huge pockets."

"It is now," she says, waving a hand vaguely for no apparent reason. "I haven't encountered the weirdly homoerotic ones, though. How are they weirdly homoerotic?"

Yoshimi ponders this. "Well, I have some rocking horse shoes in my apartment. If Stacy'll let me run in to grab them and my cat, we won't even have to bother with platforms. My one and only article of vintage clothing, them. They're real Vivienne Westwoods, too. I hate designers on principle, but she had spunk." She's letting the hypothetical situation get way out of hand, but she doesn't care very much; it's making her not-freak out.

"You're telling me you never saw Star Wars?" he retorts with disbelief, "Let it be said-- stay away from robots who travel in pairs. Nothing good will come of it."

He grimaces. Again, it's sort of lost under the mask, "I preferred her before she started getting caught peeing over the side during boat parties hosted by the Sex Pistols and making trousers that make you look like you've left yourself an unfortunate present in the trunk."

She looks enlightened. "Oh! That's what you meant. Yeah, I saw those. There was a screening a few years ago. One of my acquaintances dragged me to it and it ended up being fantastic. Okay, point taken." A nod, a laugh.

And another laugh, this one louder and more abrupt. "Well, I wasn't aware that she went that far, though I did know that she pushed limits. That probably has something to do with why I only have one thing from her, though. Wow..."

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