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

[yardbird]

That's a very loaded question, Firo. Are you sure you want to sit awhile and listen to all of the ninety-nine problems?

No?

Okay.

"Other than the fact that these assholes fuckin' ransacked the place...?" Murphy mutters through his clenched teeth, his hand reaching up behind his own head as he leans back. He's got all the patience of a loan shark at the moment.

[justdumbluck]

Firo folds his arms over his chest as he looks around at the damage. It's almost impressive how quickly those pirates are managing to mess things up. "Yeah, they really did a number on the place. Bastards." He'd be more pissed off if it were Family property, but considering he relies on this place for food he's still pretty annoyed. Just not as much as Murphy.

He halfheartedly kicks some rubble aside, with no real hope of uncovering anything interesting. He shrugs and looks back at Murphy. "You look about ready to tear somebody apart. What do you say we go try and hunt some of 'em down?" Revenge solves everything, right, Murphy?

[yardbird]

You'd think that people coming in just to steal shit would make such a goddamn mess. But then again, these were pirates. And at one point in his sorry, miserable life Murphy himself didn't care that much about property damage when it came to every home invasion he had gambled his own life on. So, in a way, he can kind of get where these guys are coming from.

Kind of despicable, really.

Murphy shakes his head a moment before pushing himself up off the ground, brushing his knees in the process.

"Sure. If nothin' else, we could get some of our stuff back." Oh yeah. Revenge totally solves everything. Silent Hill taught him that m-- oh, wait.

[justdumbluck]

"I hope so. They'd better not be the type to start destroyin' stuff if they get caught." Back when he was younger and an even more prickly person, Firo considered doing that a few times out of pure spite, even if he was fighting for survival. Considering the pirates don't have the option of finding another pocket to pick, maybe they'll exercise more discretion.

"Did you see which way they went, or had they already cleared off by the time you got here? I haven't seen any of 'em in a couple hours or so." And the ones he did glimpse by chance cleared off so quickly he couldn't even yell or give chase. Not that he'd felt very inclined to do so back before he saw the damage. He was more curious about where they came from, and if their ship could offer an escape. Too bad those hopes look like they're dashed. It's not helping his mood at all.

[yardbird]

Murphy snorts at that. "Looks like they've already got the destructive part down." Then, he mutters (more to himself than anything: "I'd hate to see what else they've done..."

He winces internally at that. Like what if these people get inside the gardens? Their oxygen supply? What else do these people really need here?

"Haven't seen 'em since they hopped on our network, so I dunno..." He tilts his head to the side. "If they're snaggin' our stuff from the kitchens, they're probably doin' all of that on the other decks... right?"

Come on, Murphy. There are a lot of kitchens and a lot of decks. Chances of finding one and catching them in the act...

Possible. Unlikely, but maybe doable.

[foundafamily]

He nods to Murphy's assessment. "Yeah, probably." At least it's a lead; Firo was ready to take off with or without any sort of helpful direction. This narrows down their options considerably and more accurately than a quick session of eeny meeny miny moe.

Tapping his chin as he stares up at the ceiling, Firo wills his brain to work so he can narrow it down further. "I was just around the kitchen on deck 8. That one was already hit, too. Think we can write of the decks between this one and that one?" He folds his arms and sighs, "That still leaves us with a lotta options. Might as well just pick a random number."

[yardbird]

While Murphy isn't above hours of aimless wandering, he does take comfort in having a purpose or some kind of goal. Preparing himself for a fight or flight situation on their intruder's behalf, he sped up his pace through the halls while he talked.

"The only kitchens I ever bother to restock are the ones on occupied floors. Let's start with deck seventeen and work our way back down." It's a lot better than picking a random number from the hundreds of floors there already were, as far as Murphy is concerned. And it's a number to press once Murphy makes it to the lift (hoping that it doesn't wind up malfunctioning again like the previous month).

[foundafamily]

Firo trots alongside Murphy, nodding along to his logic. At least one of them has it. "Sounds good to me. So we've only gotta look at... Fifteen, then? That's better than a hundred."

Firo's having similar thoughts to Murphy as they enter the lift, and he eyes it anxiously. "This thing'd better not screw up and drop us off in that crazy maze place again..." Sure, it hasn't happened since, but Firo still worries each time he uses the lift, convinced that it's got to happen again eventually.

Belatedly he figures that's probably not a good topic to dwell on, so those words are hardly out of his mouth before he speaks up again. "Do you have a weapon in case we do find those guys?"

[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."

[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.

[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.

[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.