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Post by shiivster on Jan 30, 2007 23:06:27 GMT -5
*observes quietly from her door, then her gaze drifts along the walkway and then sighs to herself before slipping back into her room and quietly closes her door to a mere inch.
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Post by dhakael on Jan 31, 2007 0:02:41 GMT -5
Dreaming; Happy little trees. Babbling brook..Myra dancing in leather spaghetti strapped bakini...
Jerran is now in his happy place ;D
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Jan 31, 2007 10:56:24 GMT -5
"I have many ideas." Windrider says to Wes. "And some of them may be correct. However, the captain will be the one to know the captain's plans. With luck, he will be more explicit beyond wandering around with a hold full of goods to sell." Turning back to Rex, he says, "So long as things move smoothly, my job will move smoothly. Please know that I do depend on your work to keep this vessel safe. Some may have guns, some may be a healer. But your mehcanical skills mean more than any of them."
Lastly, as Kat arrives, Windrider notes again the coloured hair, but thinks little of it. He braids his own with leather. Style is style. "Do you know who will be leader of the transport's defense?" He asks the assembled group.
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After firmly establishing that he won't fall out onto the nose of the vessel, Thinks I'm a Tree decides there must be a good, safe perch in the cocpit that would suit a picky monkey such as himself. As such, he proceeds to move from locker to computer to monitor to locker, checking each space out. Upon spotting Justice, the monkey pauses, assessing her from on top of one of the equipment lockers.
(OOC: BTW, I am confused... is it 1930s submarine-style bunks in a big space, or private rooms on this thing?)
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Post by dhakael on Jan 31, 2007 12:15:02 GMT -5
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Post by shiivster on Jan 31, 2007 18:46:50 GMT -5
*settles onto her bed and leans against the pack and hums. she continues the tune she was piping earlier.
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Post by frostwolf on Jan 31, 2007 22:45:38 GMT -5
Justice watches the monkey, silently, smiling at its antics. When it stops with the attempts to fall out and begins to look at other areas, she shifts slightly, bringing the monkey's attention to her. "Oh, I am sorry little one, I meant no alarm nor harm to you." She spoke softly and confidently, the way her mother's tribe had taught her when dealing with creatures both great and small. She knelt down, so as to not seem too imposing and removed the hat and set it on her knee. "There now, not so scary am I?" She tilted her head to the side watching the monkey as it watched her. A smile touching her lips.
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Post by dakota on Feb 1, 2007 9:51:37 GMT -5
"Well that tells me a whole lot of nothing." Wes shrugged, looking somewhat confused by Windrider's answer.
As Justice focuses on the little monkey, Chaz's slightly panicked voice quietly came over a speaker on the console. 'Anyone there? This is gonna get ugly so you might want to prep that thing if anyone hears me' In the background were a pair of angry voices that couldn't be made out.
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(OOC: BTW, I am confused... is it 1930s submarine-style bunks in a big space, or private rooms on this thing?) More like barracks style arrangements, six beds down each side with a walkway seperating them.
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Post by shiivster on Feb 1, 2007 20:27:26 GMT -5
*continues to hum, with her eyes closed. finally she sits up and crosses the legs and rests her hands on the knees. she remains thus, and slowly slips into a meditative state.
*the heartbeat slows, the breathing deepens and then slows as well. a faint smile to the lips as she seems to become one with her cot and meditates away, restoring ISP spent foolishly before
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Post by nowhere65 on Feb 1, 2007 21:33:34 GMT -5
Rex chuckles and looks to Wes, "I think what he's saying is that we don't really know yet. Just got on and we've been inspecting the ship. Matter o'fact, I's just headed outside to take a good look at the exterior. Make sure the hull's in as good a'shape as the engines."
He grins and heads down the cargo ramp, his gear over to the side of the cargo bay, a rifle strapped to his waist like a pistol.
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Post by dhakael on Feb 1, 2007 22:50:27 GMT -5
))you rolled 98((
Jerran, oblivious to the chaos in the cockpit, continues to try and go back to his happy place.
He is TRYING very hard not to think about the upcomming phallus waving ritual that always seems to happen whenever more than one male is involved in a group dynamic.
Mentaly; "Yeah..figured he would have to mention the fact no one has been designated 'leader' yet...no. Not going to get involved with that debate. Too much energy wasted on pack pecking order, not enough on getting stuff DONE. Let someone else wear the bulls' eye on their back."
-Sigh-
Jerran opens his eyes and grimaces
"So much for mediatation. What is that infernal noise on main deck anyways?"
He gathers his mental faculties and uncrosses his legs, swinging them over and out from the bed, Jerran moves towards the stairs, curious.
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Post by shiivster on Feb 1, 2007 23:07:07 GMT -5
' ... meditating? .. is that what that snoring was? ... then you're doing it wrong' *the quiet voice of Jolanda is loud enough for Jerran to hear. she then opens the eyes to watch his reaction
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Post by dhakael on Feb 1, 2007 23:18:05 GMT -5
*Blink Blink* "..." *Adjusts gun belt...rolls shoulder and cracks knuckles, then proceeds to put on sunglasses* "...I don't snore..." 
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Post by shiivster on Feb 1, 2007 23:29:46 GMT -5
' ... ' *the grin on Jolanda's face says more than the voice as she tries to maintain control of the laughter bubbling up inside at that comment*
'all living beings snore, some louder than others. by saying you 'dont snore' .. you admitted to not be meditating. if you need help with that, i can do that'
*the giggle is at the corner of her mouth now, as she glances at him and finishes off with 'those glasses will make you trip if your nose lifts much more ... ' ;D
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Post by frostwolf on Feb 2, 2007 0:56:29 GMT -5
Justice looked up at the sound of Chaz's voice. "Uhoh, here we go. And I was expecting it to take a little longer." She stands slowly so as to not startle the monkey. "Tell ya what little friend, I need to go find your partner and let him know what was just said." She stands and lifts the hat to her head then quickly and with purpose seeks out Windrider. After a brief bit of searching, she locates the three talking. "Excuse me. Chaz just sent a call out. Said things are 'bout to get ugly and need to get this thing prepped and ready to move. There were a couple of angry voices in the background, and his voice didn't sound so steady." She looks at them. "Well? Let's move!" She moves off to begin getting what wasn't already secured into the secure places. I probably could have handled that a bit better...oh well, just like me, making friends where ever I go...that's how you got shot stupid...oh shut up..
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Post by frostwolf on Feb 2, 2007 1:06:21 GMT -5
((ooc- oopsies...the italicized stuff is thoughts, not spoken out loud...my bad, didn't mean any confusion there!))
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