[ nervous? a little bit, yeah. but when Gwen wants something, she gets it, it's as simple as that. and right now, seeing as most of the ship is out on shore leave, she wants a map to the science labs, or better yet, someone to show her the way, so. that's exactly what she's going to get. ..hopefully. ]

I understand that this is a tall request, seeing as the only known route to the science labs is a dangerous one, but I was wondering if any of the remaining passengers on board would be willing to accompany me, or at the very least point me in the right direction to the labs with a map so I can find my own way there. I ask because I would really like to take a look around the area, maybe start ( or continue? if someone else started ) cleaning up shop so that we can all start using it regularly.

I don't have very much to offer to trade for a map, but I'm more than willing to share my notes and what I know about cross-species genetics from home. Which, to my knowledge, is what created the monsters some of you faced the first time you discovered the labs, right? My collection of notes is one of the few things that made it with me here from home.

Which is exactly why I would like to visit the labs myself. I'd like to see what was left behind, beyond the data gathered, see what we can work with.

I can leave at any time.

Thank you.

[ was that too formal? ohgeeze it really was. ah. well. better the ship believe she's a stick in the mud than some kid just wanting to play with a microscope. ]



ooc: first dibs go to Tony for her escort, but she'll talk nerdy with anyone! also if you wanna thread out cleaning/science-ing with Gwen in the labs, let's actionthread it here!

[ he can't believe he's going to ask this. ]

For those of who are familiar with Justin Taylor, what's your going rate for punching him square in the nose for me? [ tongue in cheek, he's seething. and that isn't his actual question. ] He's about this tall, blonde hair down to here, [ you bet your tight virgin ass he's gesturing ] blue eyes. Nineteen years old. Cusses like a sailor and he doesn't usually kiss his mother with that mouth. If anyone sees him down there on that space station, would you keep an eye on him?

I'm aware I'm not in the position to be asking. So, you can collect with Brian Kinney when you get back. Whatever the fuck that means to you.

[ he taps the ash off of the end of one of the few cigarettes he has left and draws it to his lips to inhale. ]

And to the rest of you: what's your favorite drinking game and why the hell aren't you here playing it? I'm open to hearing about ones from other worlds, if you have them. If I'm socially drinking, I tend to go for beer. Bourbon, if I'm home. With the variety of [ he glances over and looks at the bottles, most of which he's never heard of (with a few he has) ] what we have here, just choking it down has been a game in itself.

But I'm not a fan of routine. So, let's hear it. Quarters, Never Have I Ever, Darts? Beer Pong?

[ yes, Tranquility, this really is ALL he talks about. ]

Or something else, with a twist?