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[sweetmotherofgod]

[ Here's Heather and an absence of scenery. She looks more annoyed than scared, though her cheeks are a flushed from some experimental running and her hair is kind of sticking up in front where she's been tugging at it in frustration. ]

So I'm lost. Or stuck, or whatever. I've been talking to lady Japan and she's lost too, but we can't see or hear each other.

[There's some jiggling as the view turns to a long stretch of corridor unrelieved in any way by doors. Blank walls move past as Heather walks, holding her communicator out in front of her, and still nothing new comes into view. Her voice is clear (and seriously ticked-off) in the background.]

This is getting pretty old, so if anyone's got any advice that isn't find a lift and get in it, that'd be swell.

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voice;

[sweetmotherofgod]

Trying to get back from the oxygen garden. I go there a lot. I guess I don't really need to point out I've never had this problem before.

voice;

[entrapments]

I think I'd be even more weirded out if you said you'd had, to be honest.

voice;

[sweetmotherofgod]

That's fair. Shit, I forgot it's Wednesday, didn't bring my emergency rations and distress beacon.

[Heather's snark is not quite as dry as usual. Maybe it's just that this Hayley is one of the few people to respond to her request without the obvious intention of pumping her for information or taunting her, but she's already decided she likes her.]

voice;

[entrapments]

Does that make Thursday taco and murder night?

voice;

[sweetmotherofgod]

Murder'd make Sherlock happy, at least.

...damn, I could really use a taco.

voice;

[entrapments]

What as in- as in Sherlock Holmes?

ffffffuuu

[sweetmotherofgod]

Yes. I know, right? I mean, he could just be a mental case, but if he is he's far enough into it that he's pretty convincing.

It gets better. I hear there are two.

i feel you u_u

[entrapments]

Okay I'm gonna take this moment to not totally freak because I mean hey, we're already on a super ship in the middle of space for some unknown reason.

But we get space twins?

[sweetmotherofgod]

It's not even that easy! One of them's like you'd expect, all seven percent solution. The other one - the one who's so keen for murder to happen - is a modern day dude made of cheekbones and awesome hair. They both seem to pretty much be jerks, which I guess is standard for Holmes..es. Holmesii?

There are lookalikes, though. There's a physicist and a psychiatrist who are pretty much identical, and this blonde woman with legs forever who comes in honey or platinum.

I've pretty much given up trying to figure it out.

[entrapments]

What so do you have to be here for x amount of rides around the merry go round before you qualify or is this like a luck of the draw sort of deal?

[sweetmotherofgod]

I'm pretty sure it's random. Like, Capa was here before me and Crane arrived the jump after I did - that's the physicist and the psychiatrist - but I'm pretty sure the valkyries arrived at the same time.

Uh. They're not actual valkyries. As far as I know.

[entrapments]

Hang on, I'm trying to pretend this makes sense. It's still taking me awhile.

Valkyries?

[sweetmotherofgod]

Ugh, my nerd is showing. It fits, though. They're like six feet tall and all sex appeal and serious facial expressions. Put 'em in winged helmets and breastplates and people'll be lining up to die in battle.

[entrapments]

Okay see, you went and said that, and now I'm a little disappointed that I'm not gonna see the winged helmets moving around.

But I mean I guess we're all in space, so, anything's possible, right?

[sweetmotherofgod]

Holodeck costume party, obviously.

...oh man, I really hope there's a holodeck.

[entrapments]

I thought that was like, a basic requirement for sci-fi adventures.


....Think we could swing a costume party? Or do we have too many debbie downers?

[sweetmotherofgod]

I think we've got enough people desperately clinging to cheerfulness that we could pull it off anyway. Nothing makes a nice messy party like forced hilarity.

...so what would you come as?

[entrapments]

I think everything's kinda forced at this point, ya know?

[ a momentary pause, and her fingers drum over the microphone. ]

But I guess I'd settle on Batman.
I mean I'd say Wonder Woman, but like, I totally don't have the hips for those magic panties. What about you?

heather does not know what a batman is but <i>I</i> lol-ed my ass off

[sweetmotherofgod]

[Boy does she know. Siiiide-step.]

Don Quixote. Or given how these things are meant to go down, maybe sexy Don Quixote.

I'd elaborate on how exactly I'd make that work but I'm worried I'll puke if I think on it too hard.

i aim to please

[entrapments]

Oh right, I keep forgetting that costume parties are supposed to be for guys to look super dashing or really funny, and the girls are supposed to go as skanky or skanky.





...I dunno, I think Don Quixote would be pretty original. More inventive than sexy Zorro anyway.

[sweetmotherofgod]

I think it would really only work if I kept the Van Dyke. And the lance, the lance is a must. I could confuse and intimidate everyone all at once.

[entrapments]

We could probably make one. A lance I mean.


How hard could it be?

[sweetmotherofgod]

I guess that depends on whether you actually want to be able to impale people on it. Which for a costume party would be a little much but in general? Starting to seem like a good idea.

I wish I had a better idea of what bits of this ship I could strip before stuff stopped working. Probably safer to assume nothing and just steal all the foil from the kitchens.

[entrapments]

Anyone in particular you think you'd need a lance to keep you safe from?

[sweetmotherofgod]

[aaaand hard left into angry. Not at Hayley, but Heather is frustrated.]

I've been doing a shitty job of keeping myself safe so far, but I can do revenge like nobody's business. When I find out who decided it was okay to use me as a snack? They get first try.