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

[testgasm]

Wheatley very nearly is bowled over, not quite in control of his own center of balance, even over a year later. He looks bewildered for a moment before realizing that this 1) isn't a pirate, and 2) isn't someone who is going to hurt him.

"This?" He raises the bucket of white substance as if he's forgotten that he was holding it. "Ah, sort of. Not--not really in the way you'd expect. Just needed--just needed a little bit, for what I'm doing."

[shoyu]

"... ah." Though Soysauce does make that little noise in agreement, it's obvious enough from his puzzled expression that he doesn't really get what Wheatley's saying. He gingerly shifts the weight of the pack slung across his shoulder before looking Wheatley over.

"-- mm. Well. Is there anything I can do to help? I believe most people are encouraged to stay in their rooms or in the gardens while the pirates are about, so if there's anything I can do to help with what you're doing ...?"

[testgasm]

"Uh--"

He looks from Soysauce to the portal device and back again, clearly uncomfortable about being caught in this kind of position. Wheatley knows it certainly isn't incriminating in itself, but this kind of tech attracts attention, and that makes him nervous and fidgety.

"This I'm all right, thanks. Nice of you to offer, but I'll be--I'll be fine. Just an errand."

[shoyu]

He senses that discomfort in Wheatley's expression -- and promptly misinterprets it. Soysauce is far too preoccupied with the thought that those pirates might come barging down the hallway at any moment, and he shifts his weight on his feet as he glances down the corridor.

"Then -- will you at least allow me to escort you to your destination, sir? It seemed like the pirate shave already been raiding some places for whatever they can steal, and I'd hate to hear that something had happened after I left. So -- just as a safety measure?"