| The Silence of the Lamb |
[30 Jun 2009|04:38pm] |
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Who: Lottie and other
Where: Storerooms for the Promenade shops
When: 7:00 pm
What: Wrong place, wrong time. He’d decided on the storeroom for many reasons. Most of the crew areas, including engineering, were still locked tight. Since the experiments began using the shops had tapered away after the initial few days. A good half of the shop owners and employees were missing, which helped. The little recorder wasn’t as badly damaged as he’d originally thought. He’d just had to tape the one side back on and clean up some of the blood. He paced the quiet storeroom, listening to the cheerful interviews of lives that wouldn’t continue. Then came the final one.
(This is a combined post written with Corey, Lottie's Mun)
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| Breakout! |
[30 Jun 2009|04:54pm] |
Who: Maddie and Billie
Where: Holding Room
When: Late night
Moar: Language, Violence, very likely blood
Okay, and she thought walking around this ship of doom for hours was boring. At least she could flirt with Matt on patrol. The gal who'd attacked some girl in the diner yesterday was about as good for conversation as a wall. A wall that glared at a body like a cat who's tail had been trod on. Really, if looks could kill, some of the ones Maddie had gotten from her would have her dead, buried and the daisies already growing on her grave.
Boring and hostile at the same time. Only on this fucking doomship, she swore.
Still, the gal was a person and she didn't have much to do but glare at her jailers. Captain Lucky Charms had said she weren't talking, and she sure as hell wasn't talking to Maddie at all. And she'd been there a few hours.
"You want some water or somethin' to eat?" she asked. Really, it weren't like she was being starved for information. They hadn't resorted to anything that drastic.
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[30 Jun 2009|11:58pm] |
Who: Jack and Eve
When: Early Evening
Where: Circean Delight
What: A Date
To Jack's mind, the amazing restocking of the entire ship, with everything going back to its original condition, it could not have been a better sign. Since when was everything getting into a better state not a good sign? Never, that's when.
Even for Jack, he was in a great mood, when he went to pick up Eve from her room. And considering the source, that was saying something. He was nearly bouncing in his happiness, and no caffeine in sight, merely good feelings and contentedness that flowed off him in heavy waves. Imagine a cartoon scene, where happiness flowed out from one source to do everything from perking up the flowers to making strangers smile, and you had the wake of happy that Jack left in his wake.
With a wide grin on his face, he lifted one hand and knocked on Eve's door.
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