o2. spinning wheels (video; un: burton)

[tumang]

[ The camera filming is the one from the console in the wall of the garden, the one that Haru put together. It shows Amos, fingers brushing along the plants hooked together along the wall. He has a smile on his face, and his touch seems incredibly gentle, his lips parted as he looks at the greenery. ]

Have you ever seen something more amazing? These plants are keeping us alive. Literally. Scrubbing up the air we breathe, putting it back out as something we can use. They take so much work, so much patience, so much knowledge. To keep them alive, help them grow. So amazing.

[ He stops, his face closing up all of a sudden. His jaw ticks with a muscle under the beard, and his hands turn into fists. He pulls away from the wall. It seems like a sudden change in mood, something like a switch has been flipped, all of a sudden. His posture tenses, his eyes start stinging. ]

This place is killing us. It's - it's killed my friend, already. He's more than a friend, really. He's my brother.

[ If you've met Amos, had a chat with him, you might realize that this video is pretty... well, unlike him. He doesn't seem to really recognize that fact, though, looking straight at the camera with his eyes slightly teary. ]

Be careful. This station does shit to us. [ Pause. Amos wipes at his eyes. Sniffles. ] Oh and by the way, guys, it's a station, not a ship. Don't make me say it again.

[ He doesn't sound angry, even when he says this, tired of having to repeat himself. There's a suspicious complete lack of anger throughout the whole entry. ]

Seriously, we need to get off this barge. All of us. If you think there's nothing you can do, I promise you, there is. We gotta work together.

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un: rocipilot

[donkeyballs]

[ Just not going to address how Amos just told the whole station that he died, because there's something far more important: ]

... Amos? Amos, are you alright?

[ He was already getting up and getting ready to head for the gardens. ]

[tumang]

[ Amos wipes his eyes on his sleeve - they are on, his jumpsuit zipped up. ]

I am. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that, about you. That was insensitive.

action!

[oorah]

[ frank has made a habit out of helping prax with the plants after finding them in his shower. but that's not why he finds himself down here today. the second he'd seen tears in amos' eyes he was on his way, dog and man on a mission as they stride through the doorway moments after the post goes live. ]

Amos? You in here?

[tumang]

Yeah, why?

[ Someone doesn't feel like he's been acting strangely. He's in the room, checking the air filtering plants' water system. ]

audio; un:millerlite

[pampa]

...Are you high? [ he almost sounds hopeful. don't hold out on him!!!! ]

[tumang]

These plants are soybeans, Miller. There's nothing to get high off of, here.

[ Amos sounds mildly offended. ]

[ video ; un: oswin ]

[oddbod]

What's wrong? What happened?

[Immediate and blunt.]

[tumang]

What do you mean? People keep on dying, Clara.

[ Isn't that enough? ]

un: gunny

[marineris]

Did someone give you a concussion?

[tumang]

Last I checked, my head's fine. Why?

un: amazon

[monomachy]

... Do you feel unwell, Amos?

[tumang]

Aside from everything that's happened lately? No, I'm fine.

[ He does not feel like he's acting strangely. It's all business as usual. ]

un: orchids

[blacksky]

You're having an interesting day. [She says it like it's funny. It seems like a bad omen to her if anything. This doesn't track with the video Frank showed her of the man on arrival day.] What the Hell do spoiled rich girls do? I'm curious.

[As if that's what she actually is. Well it's not like they know that.]

[tumang]

What are the skills of the rich spoiled girl?

[ He is having an interesting day, but everyone seems to think he's sick or something. ]

un: slothbaby

[morphogenia]

It killed your brother? How?

[tumang]

not by blood. but we're still family.

honestly, we don't know. He just - he died, and then he came back

un: botanist

[contorta]

( this is —unusual, to say the least. the soft smile, sudden change in mood, the tiredness. the sniffles. it feels uncomfortable to watch, like a private moment not meant for him. for any of them to see. )

Hey, Amos. ( softly. )

[tumang]

Prax.

[ he voice is back to being soft, gentle, seeing Prax making him smile. ]

I promise I'm just checking on the plants. Not touching anything.

un:1

[uniqueone]

Organic life does not do well without a planet. Those plants are doomed.

[ Thanks, One, for your spectacularly unhelpful contribution. ]

[tumang]

Bullshit. Plants survive just fine on ships if cared for the right way, and we've got people who can do that, here.

[ He's lived it with it for years. ]

video; @dreamer

[raverie]

I'm sorry about your brother.

[ That's the most important thing to address here, right? ]

Did you post this because you want to talk about it?

[tumang]

[ Any other day, and none of these words would have even left Amos's mouth. He'd never have spoken about what happened to Alex, and even less wanted to talk about it.

He still doesn't. Not really. Especially not with a stranger. But his mind feels messy in a way it doesn't usually do, and it makes it hard to think, to close things up like he is used to do. ]

No. I don't know. He's fine now. He came back and he's fine so. There's nothing to talk about, really, is there?

un: fairchild.

[creatio]

( This is not the muscular aggressive man she knows. This is definitely someone having a major breakdown and for a minute Clary's heart seizes in her chest because if he's panicking then what hope is there for the rest of them?

But something's not right, and so when she switches to video her smile is a fixture, soft and encouraging. )

Amos? Hey buddy. I like the plants. They're pretty.

( His friend is dead, but she doesn't want him to start crying again. )

You okay?

[tumang]

[ It's definitely not quite the way Amos usually acts, and shows himself to be. He's not that kind of guy, the kind of guy with feelings. ]

I'm fine. Maybe feeling a little... out of sorts, I guess.

[ He tilts his head. ]

Hey, d'you still want to learn how to shoot a gun? I think I can borrow one that you can train with.

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[solarcharged]

[ There's definitely something wrong, no doubt about that... Amos isn't exactly his usual self, not by a long shot. But it looks like everyone and their mother has stepped up to the plate to look after Amos. The last thing he needs is yet another therapist.

So Apollo takes a different tack. Humour is as good a coping strategy as any other, right? So he rolls his eyes in mock exasperation despite the grin on his face. ]

Wow. You just called it a barge.

[tumang]

I've been calling it a barge since day one. Rust bucket, too. A shitheap. All sorts of things.

[ He shrugs. ]

It's still a station, though, as far as we can tell. Not a ship.

voice- un: thomas

[rickitikitarr]

You okay there, kitten?

Time wise you're probably about in the hangover by now. I hope it isn't too bad?

[tumang]

Kitten?

I'm not hanging. I'm fine. Not in pain, no nothing. Just a little confused, is all.

video; un: tekimang

[tekimetexeng]

[ This post is... unusual, to say the least. Alarming, if she's honest with herself. She's known Amos for a long time, and she thinks well, and has never seen him shed a tear. Is this another of the station's games, or something more mundane? In either case, she looks and sounds a bit worried in her response. ]

Amos, are you feeling alright? You sound a bit off.

[tumang]

I'm fine. Feeling a little jumbled up in my head, that's all.

[ He wishes he had a better explanation. Something that made sense. Especially for Naomi - she doesn't need to worry about him, on top of everything else. But he doesn't. ]