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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 08:12 pm (UTC)
She blushes deeply in embarrassment as he helps her out of the pile of sheets and blankets. Her spots turn almost copper when she blushes, though the rest of her skin stays the same color. "It's not my fault!," she giggles, "Those blankets jumped right out and attacked me!"

She watches him grab the mop and swing it around like a staff, her expression bemused and confused at the same time. Then she suddenly realizes that he intends to use it as a weapon. "Oh, good idea!" she grins.

Tobi walks over and looks down the long ward, mulling over his question. “Lets check this room out first, then we’ll go downstairs. It’s probably a good idea if we’re as thorough as possible.”
nexus_champion on February 27th, 2007 08:24 pm (UTC)
"Thourough, right." he nodded, grinning. Blinked and then procused her combat knife from his pouch, "Oh yeah, and you sort of forgot to pick this up earlier, here." he handed it to her. "Never forget your weapons, trust me; you'd never know when ya need'em." he smiled.

He then closed the room's door, and headed towards the wide ward they had passed by earlier, ready to explore this place as much as possible.

So far, the place wasn't exactly a mess, but it wasn't overly cleaned, either. If robots had been the ones keeping it clean, Mike assumed that they had gone broken for maybe a month or two. Dus was in thin sheets coating every piece of furniture within the wide open space.

The place looked like a small cafe of sorts, a waiting lobby with rows of chairs and lots of tables. There was a far counter to the side, cups and assortments of dusty things lingered across it, but he was too far off to tell in detail.

Curiouse, he walked ahead towards the counter, noticing how much dust coated it and all the- shot glasses? Oh! It was a bar, there were shattered and broken bottles of martini, vodka and such alighned on the shelves, but only a lucky few were still intact.

"Guess they're out of survice..." he joked weakly. He didn't dare look past the counter, he was too afried to find a corpse lying on the floor beyond it. Uncomfortable, he stared across the rest of the room, spotting a funky, yet bizzar looking jukbox on the far corner.