EVENT: SPACE PIRATES ▒ APRIL 20-21

[ataraxites]

CHARACTERS: Ensemble production!
LOCATION: Anywhere.
WARNINGS: Pirates, violence, etc.
SUMMARY: Brief encounters, finding ransacked/damaged areas, making your way to the oxygen gardens.
NOTES: Open to all!

The ship has been invaded by pirates. They're noisy on the network, but you haven't seen any, not in person. Though if you go far enough things start to make themselves apparent. Kitchens have been ransacked. Pieces of the walls are torn out, media libraries overturned. Maybe you should get your valuables together and find somewhere safe to hole up...

Comments

[staytofight]

[He sighs, eyes rolling.]

Drastically different, in some respects. I suppose every vampire has it's abnormal strength and thirst for blood--but our entire make-up just seems out of alignment. For example!

[He gestures at the air with a hand, like someone telling a funny story while they're out dining, totally oblivious to pirate problems.]

My body isn't particularly flesh anymore. Something in it made me more like--a statue. If that makes any sense; it certainly didn't to me, when I first turned.

I don't bleed, I don't breathe, I don't eat. Or sleep.

It's pitiful, really.

[but still so chipper about it (◡‿◡✿)]

[swedge]

They've gotta find 'em first, don't they?

[ like she'd just keep them sitting around. ]

[bribed]

Yeah, but it ain't like they're gonna care about rippin' the place apart.

[ He shifts in his seat, leaning forward to look at her. ]

Or threaten ya, if they want it that bad.

[godofthemachine]

AM might have flinched slightly from Ryan's rebuke, only out of instinct because this damned human form was so vulnerable. It was entirely possible the boy was sporting a black belt under his jumpsuit. So his facial muscles clenched slightly in preparation and he took a small step back, but only for a brief second.

Then he simply stood and listened to the pathetic boy ramble on about this or that or whatever his problem was. It was amusing, really - he had a little weak spot when it came to his dog, when it came to being called pathetic. When it came to poking with little subtleties here and there until the boy simply exploded. AM tried so hard not to laugh, and he was successful, if only because he didn't want to start a fist fight. But the faintest smirk still appeared on his face. He had found Ryan's weak spot.

"My dear, it sounds like you never have been able to handle schoolyard bullies very well. Going around and yelling is only going to make you look like the perpetrator."

[faithlessly]

[ oh, yeah, a wave of his hands in surrender when he sees that gun... which then drop when he realizes jo isn't alone. ]

Kate? [ surprise is clear in his voice, but then, it's not like he knew what she was up to with the mess they were in, so he's almost glad to see her--

of course, the fact that she's here, hanging out with jo is... is weird. and just a bit awkward as might be clear by the look on his face. ]

You two, uh, know each other?

[shoyu]

Soysauce had to bite his tongue at that. 'Aware of most fighting strategies.' He so very dearly wanted to say that knowing strategies was completely different from actually being experienced in combat -- and he couldn't help but wonder how much experience AM had actually had fighting another person before. AM had been a machine before ending up here, hadn't he? So -- not much experience?

"Ah, well. Always good to have a method of self-defense, isn't it?" Soysauce rubbed distractedly at the back of his neck as he gave a lame laugh. Wondering at the back of his mind if maybe -- he should lend AM the security-assigned gun he's carrying. And he looked up at AM a little shyly before speaking up once more, his tone of voice playful and affectionate.

"Though, please don't be afraid to give a shout if you're ever in danger and I'm anywhere near, yes? Not only because it's my job -- but I'd hate to have anything happen to a friend!"

[yardbird]

Better... yeah. It's one hell of a much shorter ride up when you're traversing only between nine decks.

Murphy shifts uncomfortably at Firo even mentioning what he personally didn't want to say out loud. "Mn, think I've had enough aimless wanderin' in this lifetime." Considering the last time Murphy got lost out there, he came back with malnutrition and a punch in the face -- and then some.

He doesn't even say anything immediately when Firo has to ask. Murphy almost just laughs because he's already had this conversation with Heather, and it feels stupid now not to. Instead, he takes out the handgun tucked in the back of his jeans, unloads the clip briefly before sliding it back in. It's not just to show off his ammo, but his efficiency with handling the firearm.

"Don't leave home without one these days."

[mathematically]

[ what kills lydia, more than anything, is feeling helpless. it's been— not exactly her default state, not really, but she's not used to feeling like she's being controlled. like everything she could try and do to break the control is useless. it's helplessness or uselessness, one of the two but she can't figure out which one and it kills her. ]

We started the thirteenth jump, she left the fifteenth jump and I'm pretty good. I've been practicing since she left after she taught me the basics. Being able to shoot the gun helps me with my aim, I just occasionally have problems with stance.

[ in short, she's not bad, but she sure as hell isn't allison level. ]

I can shoot it without hitting myself and that's the important part. [ a beat. ] She was going to help me more after the jump when she left.

[sugarpills]

To be honest, Ryan hadn't even noticed.

He had a feeling that this guy was poking him just to see him react. Because honestly? Why else would this guy want to do it? Ryan did nothing to him- literally nothing. And he feels the need to go calling him shit just to get a laugh. He was supplying AM with all that he wanted...but he didn't care.

"I don't give a shit. Leave me alone." Ryan gave the guy another cold look before turning his back, and he started to walk off.

[foundafamily]

"Yeah, really." Firo's experience wasn't anywhere near as bad as Murphy's; that doesn't make him any more eager to repeat it. The exhaustion brought on by the monotony and paranoia of the trek made it more trying than most of his previous experiences on board.

Firo watches Murphy handle the weapon and nods his approval. "Just thought I'd ask, to be sure. Some people are weird about carryin' around weapons." By which he means they aren't always armed, which he finds plain weird. He's never without his knife. Of course, he's had to improvise with a nice-sized kitchen knife because his own hasn't shown up on the Tranquility yet. Still, he holds it up to show Murphy anyway. It's only fair that he shows what he has, too.

[licks]

[Oh, this is cute. Kate glances to Dean and smirks, looping her arm around the blonde girl.]

Yeah, Jo and I met her first jump. Bonded over weapons and we've been on good terms ever since. [Of course, Jo is like Kate and keeps the personal things out of the line of conversation -- mostly because bad ass women don't talk about things that aren't the job.]

Glad to see you're in one piece. [Because she prefers him in one piece.]

[godofthemachine]

Well, AM was done. He could have followed Ryan and provoked him more, but he had done enough. The boy might explode again and actually retaliate with violence. So as it was, he simply watched Ryan leave, smirking with his red eyes fixed on his back.

Oh, they'd meet again.

[godofthemachine]

Ah... AM had to be careful of what he said. Sometimes it was easy for his tongue to slip and give off hints of his true nature, what he was actually built for. He thought he caught a glimpse of Soysauce looking uncomfortable at his words, which only reminded him to be more careful in the future. (But then, there were many things he did that seemed to make the other a bit... uncomfortable, weren't there?)

So to ease the situation, he smiled softly. "Thank you. I appreciate it. I'm sure I'll be just fine."

He paused then, his smile turning slightly coy as his eyes narrowed. "I'd hate to see anything happen to you either."

[testgasm]

"What? No!"

Wheatley seems very appalled at the very thought, and clutches the device to his chest.

"Just...seen it happen, is all. Unpleasant."

[testgasm]

"I'm fine! Just fine, everything's all fine, here."

Internally (so, externally by extension), however, he seems a little panicked. The only people who have even laid eyes on the chair are Topher, Dirk (gone) and Netherlands, who didn't ask questions. He has no idea if Bennett will recognize what he's carrying, so his first instinct is to act like he's not doing anything suspicious.

Which, of course, comes off as very suspicious indeed.

"Thank you. For the concern."

[yardbird]

Exhaustion, monotony, paranoia. Murphy's all too familiar with these things, and he didn't even need the warped hallways of a ship to remind him. Though it definitely doesn't help.

"Mn, yeah. I was one of 'em, once." But then several factors were added to the blender. Like being stabbed in the kitchen, or finding those same hallways twist and change and peel away as he's chased by a nightmare again. Numerous things.

Murphy shakes his head, wracking out the memory as his attention's drawn to the knife in Firo's possession.

He nods. "Good." Murphy forgets that he's always kept one on him before, too. It's a shiv, but a small, home-made knife is better than no backup at all.

The door opens then. Something clattering can be heard outside.

[swedge]

She's been helping me out with the bar.

[ and the weapons, but that goes unspoken. she just ends up leaning against kate a little more, perfectly comfortable with the space. but they'd never mentioned anyone else on the ship outside of their own hunting experience and weapons, and somehow dean just didn't make it into conversation. by name, at least.

which is why jo's a little confused when he knows kate, looking between the two. ]

You two know each other? [ which really, isn't that big of a surprise. like minded people tend to find each other. it's just a strange case of extremely small world. ]

[swedge]

Yes, but that also takes time. Enough time for me to reload.

[ she leans on her elbows on the counter, shrugging a little. ]

Plus, they have to get through the door.

[foundafamily]

Firo's just about to relax when the door opens. After he hears the clattering he immediately turns to Murphy and asks, lowering his voice not enough to really be discrete, "Think that's them?"

It could be some other Tranquility passengers skulking around, but Firo doubts that and isn't going to risk lowering his guard anyway. Weapon ready to strike, he takes a few cautious steps out of the lift without waiting for Murphy's answer. He glances from side to side quickly, trying to spot the source of the noise before it spots him.

[workout]

[ it's stupid to mourn allison leaving when he hadn't been here with her in the first place. scott hadn't spoken to her in a while, anyway - not after the fallout with gerard and her mother. but hearing lydia talk about her, hearing that he's missed something to do with her still makes him feel slightly off. ]

That's good. That she taught you. I guess we all need to learn how to take care of ourselves here.

[ which sounds mostly polite, mostly diplomatic, though it's honest enough. actually saying it makes him think of something else, though, and there's a fair amount of chagrin when he continues. because it's dangerous here, but it was dangerous at home, too - and nobody taught lydia how to shoot, then. ]

We should have told you.

[shoyu]

It seemed to ease some of the worry from his mind, when AM smiled, and Soysauce obligingly beamed back -- rocking a bit on his heels as he gave an energetic nod. "Well -- but just in case. It never hurts to be careful, doesn't it? And besides --"

An energetic little laugh as he made a gallant pose, one arm swept out wide and the other pressed to his chest.

"-- you underestimate me, sir! Though I may appear to be naught but a humble musician, I'm quite the force to reckon with on the battlefield! A swift gunman, with eyes like a hawk. Unlikely that a mere pirate would be able to lay even a finger on me!" He spoke grandly, and though he was mostly exaggerating -- there was a certain element of sincerity and pride to his voice.

[foolproofed]

"I'm just making sure! Just making sure. I'm a friend, totally harmless, please don't use physics to brutally kill me, is all." Not that he looks worried or he's inching away, he just—y'know. Likes to set the record straight on this sort of thing. Besides, you look like a possible villain. Glasses, ginger, vests and guns and killing people unawares. You just neeeever know. Like that Son of Sam guy, look at him.

[swedge]

[ his explanation ends up leaving her more confused than where they started. that's not how this is supposed to work!!!! ]

So you're saying that when you turned into a vampire, you turned to stone.

[testgasm]

Real final boss material, this guy.

"Nobody--nobody's going to kill anyone, don't worry."

Unless the pirates showed up, maybe. "It's all fine. Everything's fine."

[godofthemachine]

Pathetically cute. Mostly pathetic. Cute in a diminutive way, like how a a human pleading for its suffering to end was cute. That's basically how AM could sum up Soysauce's response. Just how experienced was he with fighting others? He seemed like a sickeningly sweet man, skinny and weak, incapable of hurting anyone. (But he was human. Of course he was violent.)

"My... You certainly don't look to be the violent type." AM had probably commented on this before; he couldn't remember. Not that he was surprised, but AM was truthfully curious to see that side to Soysauce - the violent side. He saw a smidgen of it during that Other World fiasco a few months ago...

"But if you say you can handle yourself... I'm sure you can." He smiled, silently laughing to himself. "But it won't stop me from worrying about someone I care about."