Völuspá: <Status= Alive, flailed about for a bit then colapsed and was hit by traffic. aka its dead)
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Roscoe eyed the diagnostics, with a fervent, feverish consistency.
He knew nothing would change no matter how many times he checked, but he couldn't help but look. Another glance couldn't hurt...
He rubbed his sockets with balled fists, shook his head, and leaned closer to the screen.
He hadn't slept, and wasn't sure if he'd be able to if he tried. His thoughts on their mission, of home, and the methods of the administration in Voluspa were still stirring. It roused him to violence whenever he thought of it.
He got up, limping to the restroom on numbed legs. He shook the blood back into them, and shuffled over to the mirror.
He looked awful. Not even a full night without sleep, and he looked like he'd been sick for a few days. Depriving one's self of rest didn't sound like it would have such repercussions... is this why they gave curfew and set sleep hours?
He felt his face, he was growing a stubble. Like a shadow was cast over his face. And what of what they said about keeping clean shaven? Would he also become slothful?
He splashed water into his face, and left.
As he stepped out of the room, the ship reeled.
Tripping to one side, his shoulder took a slam into the wall. Grunting, and burshing himself off. He looked back at the access screen.
They had come to a screeching halt just outside of their destination.
[i\]Great, that didn't take long.[/i]
He picked up the intercom, clearing his throat, he spoke.
"Crewmembers, this is your Senior Officer speaking. We have arrived at our destination. We shall begin expedition first thing this morning. For now, rest, or prepare. Signing off."
He thumbed the button again, cutting the signal.
He went to the bed, and pretended to sleep.
He knew nothing would change no matter how many times he checked, but he couldn't help but look. Another glance couldn't hurt...
He rubbed his sockets with balled fists, shook his head, and leaned closer to the screen.
He hadn't slept, and wasn't sure if he'd be able to if he tried. His thoughts on their mission, of home, and the methods of the administration in Voluspa were still stirring. It roused him to violence whenever he thought of it.
He got up, limping to the restroom on numbed legs. He shook the blood back into them, and shuffled over to the mirror.
He looked awful. Not even a full night without sleep, and he looked like he'd been sick for a few days. Depriving one's self of rest didn't sound like it would have such repercussions... is this why they gave curfew and set sleep hours?
He felt his face, he was growing a stubble. Like a shadow was cast over his face. And what of what they said about keeping clean shaven? Would he also become slothful?
He splashed water into his face, and left.
As he stepped out of the room, the ship reeled.
Tripping to one side, his shoulder took a slam into the wall. Grunting, and burshing himself off. He looked back at the access screen.
They had come to a screeching halt just outside of their destination.
[i\]Great, that didn't take long.[/i]
He picked up the intercom, clearing his throat, he spoke.
"Crewmembers, this is your Senior Officer speaking. We have arrived at our destination. We shall begin expedition first thing this morning. For now, rest, or prepare. Signing off."
He thumbed the button again, cutting the signal.
He went to the bed, and pretended to sleep.
sorry guys I'm getting behind with my english retakes practice questions and I have a psych exam next wednesday 
then another the following week then two physics papers and an ICT, topped off with two history exams one of which (titled comunism and democracy ) Is mixed in with an english retake exam. So I am going to have to let someone take over control as I am not going to be able too. If you want the position shout I'll get back to you with details. I should be back on board in about a months time, really really sorry....
then another the following week then two physics papers and an ICT, topped off with two history exams one of which (titled comunism and democracy ) Is mixed in with an english retake exam. So I am going to have to let someone take over control as I am not going to be able too. If you want the position shout I'll get back to you with details. I should be back on board in about a months time, really really sorry....
Rough break, man. I know how the school work is. Ah well, Crow's doing a pretty good job, I think he's the easy nominee to take control for ya, and we should still be going when you get back.
Ryan smiled back at Aeryn. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Who knows? Maybe I'll learn a thing or two out there." He heard the S.O. come over the intercom. "Huh, that was pretty quick, eh? Ah well, you know where your sleeping at Aeryn? I think I came across my room earlier, since I put my duffel bag somewhere, I dunno, I'm sure I'll be able to jog my memory somehow."
Alright everybody, bad rider was kind enough to give me the keys to his RP.
Sorry, but I can't drive very good. So this may be a little bumpy.
Anyway, this is freedom time, where the players interact and [i\]do what they like[/i] while I try to put the strings back in the puppet and get this show-boat rolling.
It shouldn't be hard, you're all just off the coast of Oman, it's a starry night with a full moon. And everyone was probably awakened by the sudden stop.
I do believe a classic Italian dinner should be put in effect, a plate of spaghetti and a guy with a long mustache playing an accordion.
Or whatever you see fit.
I'll keep you guys posted on the story to come.
Sorry, but I can't drive very good. So this may be a little bumpy.
Anyway, this is freedom time, where the players interact and [i\]do what they like[/i] while I try to put the strings back in the puppet and get this show-boat rolling.
It shouldn't be hard, you're all just off the coast of Oman, it's a starry night with a full moon. And everyone was probably awakened by the sudden stop.
I do believe a classic Italian dinner should be put in effect, a plate of spaghetti and a guy with a long mustache playing an accordion.
Or whatever you see fit.
I'll keep you guys posted on the story to come.
Ryan was jolted out of sleep, he stared at the ceiling of the room he had somehow made it to and sat up.
Oh sweet, my duffel bag's here, I guess this is my room.
He got up rather groggily and made his way outside. He looked off the port side of the ship and saw coastline, he turned towards the front and saw nothing but sand, dotted with a few lights.
Wow, looks like we made it, wonder what's going on out there.
Oh sweet, my duffel bag's here, I guess this is my room.
He got up rather groggily and made his way outside. He looked off the port side of the ship and saw coastline, he turned towards the front and saw nothing but sand, dotted with a few lights.
Wow, looks like we made it, wonder what's going on out there.
When Rayai woke up, her first thought was, "Where am I?" However, after a few moments, she remember the event previous to her sleeping. She stepped out of the bed and made it. Then, she quietly left the room, in case others were asleep. Rayai wondered where Tig had gone to, since he let her use his room. She wanted to thank him again.
Tig walk to his room to check on Rayai and bump into her. He look at her and smile a little in his mask.
"Ah Rayai, I see your awake. How was your rest?"
"Ah Rayai, I see your awake. How was your rest?"
"It was quite pleasant. I feel much better, thank you for asking. Lying down in a comfortable bed was better than sitting cramped in a barrel for some time. Did you end up getting any sleep, while I was using your room?" She asked curiously. Tig was an interesting character to her and she intended to find out why he wore such a mask. However, she dared not voice that desire.
"No, not really. I don't require much sleep. Due to my...condition." He said as he walk with her. "I'm sure you don't want to hear what happen to learn why I don't require much sleep..or why I wear this mask and cloak." He said as he walk down the hall.
Tig had left so suddenly that it left Rayai no time to reply. She sighed and whispered, "But I would like to know."
In no time at all, Tig was out of sight; either turned down a second corridor or into a room. Rayai decided that she would ask Tig sometime, but for the present time, she would go find Roscoe.
In no time at all, Tig was out of sight; either turned down a second corridor or into a room. Rayai decided that she would ask Tig sometime, but for the present time, she would go find Roscoe.
Ryan was looking around the ship until finally he found his intended destination. He made his way into the galley, and started to root around for something that could be made into a hearty breakfast. He pulled out some crusty bread and some bacon.
"Well, this will have to do I guess," he said grabbing one of the hanging frying pans as he went to work. He cooked occasionally back on the farm when Mallory wasn't feeling so good, so he had a fairly good idea what he was doing. While the bacon was cooking he set out to look for something to drink to go with it.
"Well, this will have to do I guess," he said grabbing one of the hanging frying pans as he went to work. He cooked occasionally back on the farm when Mallory wasn't feeling so good, so he had a fairly good idea what he was doing. While the bacon was cooking he set out to look for something to drink to go with it.
Tig walk in where Ryan was cooking walk up behind him. When Ryan turn around he would jump and drop his drink from seeing Tig up close and not expecting him. "What are you cooking?" he ask as he pick up the drink and set it on the counter.
Roscoe sat, under stifling heat and great nervousness.
He would have time to regret his choice to mull over his actions in an engine room later.
Disabling the emotional inhibitors on their mental transcievers and then severing mental readings and diagnostics... that could constitute a stern warning. Maybe even... a fine.
He knew he could not return, no matter how much he wished. He would lose his home. But he had thought long on it.
For what he had done, for what he finally realized of his ld life... this was better.
They were [i\]free[/i].
But... what to do?
He'd mull that over too.
Brood some more, think and think.
Waste time.
Prolong uncomofrtable choices...
is that... [i\]bacon[/i]?
He looked up to a ventilation system nearby, recalling the extensive nights he spent scouring every inch of the blueprints, he saw that it led to the kitchen.
Take off hat, apply brick.
He would have time to chastise himself later.
"I can't make this choice." He said to himself, with noticeable stress and weariness punctuating the sentence.
[i\]Put it up with the crew... let them know I essentially turned them into outlaws, give them a chocie for themselves... besides, your hungry... you'd like some bacon.[/i]
He would have time to regret his choice to mull over his actions in an engine room later.
Disabling the emotional inhibitors on their mental transcievers and then severing mental readings and diagnostics... that could constitute a stern warning. Maybe even... a fine.
He knew he could not return, no matter how much he wished. He would lose his home. But he had thought long on it.
For what he had done, for what he finally realized of his ld life... this was better.
They were [i\]free[/i].
But... what to do?
He'd mull that over too.
Brood some more, think and think.
Waste time.
Prolong uncomofrtable choices...
is that... [i\]bacon[/i]?
He looked up to a ventilation system nearby, recalling the extensive nights he spent scouring every inch of the blueprints, he saw that it led to the kitchen.
Take off hat, apply brick.
He would have time to chastise himself later.
"I can't make this choice." He said to himself, with noticeable stress and weariness punctuating the sentence.
[i\]Put it up with the crew... let them know I essentially turned them into outlaws, give them a chocie for themselves... besides, your hungry... you'd like some bacon.[/i]
Aeryn had drifted to sleep with her machine still in her hands. The train jerked and she fell to the ground making a loud thump.
"Ow."
She stood up and brushed herself off. She looked around and saw no one.
"Where did everyone go? Did they get off already?"
"Ow."
She stood up and brushed herself off. She looked around and saw no one.
"Where did everyone go? Did they get off already?"
"I am fine, I eat alone and only alone." he said as he help clean and help with some of the cooking. " and I am sorry again for scarying you, I did not meant to." As he sat at a table and watch him eat his food after he was done cooking.