| It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a... bowl? |
[14 Apr 2009|03:27pm] |
Who: Kevin and Eve
When: about 3pm
Where: Spa deck
Kevin had needed a break. He was still working at about half his normal crew, although a couple more had managed to run out of excuses today. Enough that he could afford to take a reasonable break from prep and attend the meeting with the Captain. Which hadn't been terribly reassuring. He barely believed even the things he'd said, much less the things others had said. He'd headed up to the spa deck for a bit of sun and a good smoke before heading back down and thrashing the help.
It hadn't helped his mood when he'd been sitting there, innocently enjoying a cigar, and been unceremoniously bonked on the back of the head by a bowl from above. "Oi!" He'd shouted up at the sky. "Who threw the bloody bowl?" Grumbling, he looked briefly at the bowl and tossed it aside. "Bad enough we don't know where the fuck we are," he grumbled. "Now I have to deal with flying dishware again." He leaned back in one of the deck chairs, keeping an eye on the skies as he puffed on his cigar.
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| Who still read books? |
[14 Apr 2009|04:26pm] |
Who: Dan, Lottie
When: Around 2:45pm
Where: Cyamites
( Dan missed Wikipedia )
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| What do gearheads talk about after sex...? |
[14 Apr 2009|06:44pm] |
Who: Maddie, Slav
Where: Hephaestus' Forge
When: Jan. 2, 7pm-ish
Rating: NSFW
( Not really safe for work. )
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