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[donkeyballs]

[The video comes on to show a small group of people. Alex is in front, obviously doing the filming, but behind him are two women - Naomi Nagata and Bobbie Draper - and one man - Amos Burton. You may have met some of them. A little behind them stands Prax Meng, who is looking very awkward, and Joe Miller, who is visibly rolling his eyes.]

Hey there cowboys and cowgirls. [ Alex’s characteristic texan drawl is easy and smooth, and despite the fact that there’s currently no gravity, he doesn’t sound worried.] Hope ya’ll had your magboots on.

Looks like somethin’ in the station’s centrifugal system is jammed up. That’ll be why ya’ll found your breakfast start floatin’ this mornin’. Ya ain’t gonna die, so no panickin’, but we’re gonna need all hands on deck to sort this one out. Now me and my crew here have a lot of experience with space-walk maintenance, but this is a big station. Ain’t no way we can do this by ourselves. But we wanna make sure anyone that’s venturin’ outside isn’t gonna get themselves hurt.

[He raises a hand.] Now my name’s Alex, and these here are Naomi, Bobbie and Amos. [He points to each of them in turn.] We can check over your gear and make sure it ain’t gonna start leakin’ oh-two on ya while you’re out there. We’ll be headin’ out ourselves, but at least one of us’ll be by an airlock at all times.

If anyone is havin’ problems with the weightless side of things - you just give one of us a shout and we’ll try t’ get you set up. Basic rules are - you’re gonna keep goin’ in any direction you are propelled in. Easiest thing is to just use your magboots to get around, but if you’ve gone and gotten yourself caught without ‘em, make sure you stay within arm’s reach of a wall or bolted-down-object at all times, else you’re gonna find yourself floatin’ uselessly with no way of gettin’ t’ anything.

[He pauses, looking back at the group.]

That about it? [ He waits a couple seconds, but no one adds anything, so he looks back in the camera. ]


Alright. Let’s get this show on the road.

[ The feed winks out. ]


[[OOC: Each of the Roci crew will have top levels in the event post to help people with their suits, so feel free to hit them up there! I will also link them here for easy access. Naomi || Bobbie || Amos || Alex ]]

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[donkeyballs]

One of the other crew - no idea where he's from, but he can make just about anythin' float just by thinkin' about it.

[ He didn't mention anything about genes, but Rogue had. So he frowns a bit. ]

Gene freak? That have anything to do with uh - damn, what did Rogue call 'em--

[mutants]

[ Sounds mutant to her or close enough that she can feel relatively comfortable around current company. Mutant bro code and all that. Rogue, on the other hand, pings distinctly off her mind with a glint in her eyes. ]

X-Men. [ Man, why'd he have to say that right when she's gonna go walk into space and fling her hands around? She'll have to interrogate succinctly. ] What about the others? Jean Grey? Storm? [ She'd take a Cyclops at this point! ]

[donkeyballs]

Uh - [ He sounds a little lost. ]

Sorry, sweetheart, she didn't say anythin' about anyone like that. She was just tellin' me about a war, or somethin', from her time. Against uh - mutants? Think that's what she called 'em.

[mutants]

[ The same war they bailed on, she has no reason not to assume. Though if they all got abducted to random space ports throughout the universe, they found the one decent reason to let the horse watch their dog. ]

Yeah, mutants. [ Disappointment won't serve her so she's sculpting it into an accusation, tonally. ] Which so far makes up everyone I've met, except you guys. [ "The crew." ]

[donkeyballs]

[ He frowns a bit, mostly because he's not sure where the accusatory tone came from, but also: ]

Really? 'Cause you and Rogue are the only two who've brought it up. Though guess Revan might be one, but I don't understand half the things he says. Apollo can do some crazy shit, but he ain't mentioned mutants either. But there's more'n us on here that don't have any special powers or anythin'.

[ He raises his eyebrows a bit. ] Is that a problem?

[mutants]

[ Every mutant's prerogative, as far as she's concerned. They're not exactly on the winning side right now. Just because the majority of people haven't displayed any mutations doesn't guarantee they're without. But even her neutral tone sounds judgy, unfortunately. ]

Don't know yet. I just got here.

[donkeyballs]

[ He watches the screen for a couple of seconds, and then just sort of sighs a little. Judging by what Rogue had said, Mutants and 'regular' humans didn't sound like they had a lot of good history, so - probably wouldn't hurt trying to smooth that rough patch over before they even hit it. ]

Look, far as I'm concerned, anyone that can help us keep this place from fallin' apart is someone worth knowin'. We're all stuck here together, right? Only way we're gettin' out of here and gettin' home is if everyone helps.

So you ain't gonna get any flak from me.

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[mutants]

[ That's just what someone with a giant hoard of hidden flak would say! She finally has the energy, right when she's become bereft of time to feed it. Lucky for u, porko roci. Not really though, since now she intends to track him down later and grill him some more. She swaps to video for her response, putting her face to her name, since the post afforded her the same courtesy from him and she ain't afraid of nobody. ]

Ten four. [ The feed cuts out on a sarcastic smile. ]

[donkeyballs]

[ The screen switches from the waveforms of sound to a video, and he has, to be honest, no idea why, so he looks a little surprised. And then she's gone.

He sighs, and runs a hand through his hair.

This place was like herding goddamn cats.

And he'd never seen a cat in his life. ]