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27 February 2007 @ 10:23 pm
Lets Make Turtle Tracks!  
Who: Mike and Tobi... feel free to jump in!
What: Ready to explore the rest of the station.
When: Day One. Nearly sunset around 5 o'clock. Earth time. 


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It has now been nearly half a day since their arrival, and so far they had survived those past twelve hours. 

Uninjured, but getting prepared for whatever may cross their path, they are ready to embark on a journy towards the currently unknown sections of the spacestation. Wheather or not they would meet into others, or come across more of the strange, invisible monsters is yet unknown. 

Much had been assumed and found, but nothing had yet been solidly confirmed. The only way to confirm the information they had managed to collect and gather, would only be if they were to locate any of the original spaceship's surviving crew. So far, only a few had been found, dead. 

The living are unaccounted for, due to the inability to find any clue of their existance. 

But the pair had found one thing to give them hope, the chance that there are at least two more survivors on this seemingly lifeless and abandoned station. Will they come across those two new arrivals, or will something prevent them from their meeting?  

Only time will tell if they would become friends or foes.

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Current Location: Space Station
Current Mood: determineddetermined
 
 
 
tobi_ridley on February 27th, 2007 07:46 pm (UTC)
Tobi begins making a habit of opening every door that they pass, but several of them are locked. Almost all of the doors lead into nearly identical rooms, while one or two open up into storage rooms. Tobi yells and ducks as she opens a door and gets buried under an avalanche of half-folded blankets and sheets. Her confused face pops up from the middle of the pile, half covered with a rumbled bed sheet.

“Linen closet,” she says, “Not an office.”
nexus_champion on February 27th, 2007 08:00 pm (UTC)
((assuming they hadn't gone down the steps, are are currently still on Tobi's floor))

He snorted, muffling a laugh, before he cleared his throat and strode towards her, already shoving away the blankies and sheets. "That's what I call: Tumbling head first into trouble," he sniggered, and then brushed some dust from off her shoulders and head-wrap.

He then glanced into the room, and saw that ther was nothing there besides mops and laundry items. But then he spied a long stick, a mp, and with a grin he went into the room, dissconnected the mop head, and then exit the small spase.

Expertly, he tested the weight and streangth of the long wooden cane, tapping it to the floor before doing a short kata. Luckely, it was light and though not as thick as a real Bo staff should be, it would last them as a weapon for now.

He tucked the long rod behind his shell, just as his brother Don would do with his Bo, and then tugged at one of the sheets. So far, they had no need for those, but perhaps they'll make use of them later. "We'll have to remember this place if we run out of bandages." he murmured, "More than enough sheets to make mummies out of us." he grinned jokingly.

He then turned to the ward he had passed by when they had first arrived. He recalled a cushioned couch, hopefully they might find something of use in that place. "Wanna go check the lower floor, or check that ward first?"