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[ find ichiban today in the mess hall, in the lull between breakfast and lunch hours. he's picking through the snacks with disinterest when he spots gregor, raising a hand in greeting. ]
Hey, Greg-san. You get a chance to talk with any of the Senior Crew while they were hangin' around the other day?
Hey, Greg-san. You get a chance to talk with any of the Senior Crew while they were hangin' around the other day?
And preferably without us doing the work for it.
[he raises his beer in return, as the roach wiggles its antennae from its high perch. sea bug!]
I'm lookin' forward to this first stop of ours, if it means getting to spend some time off the ship and on land. Starting to miss knowing I have the ground under my feet.
[he raises his beer in return, as the roach wiggles its antennae from its high perch. sea bug!]
I'm lookin' forward to this first stop of ours, if it means getting to spend some time off the ship and on land. Starting to miss knowing I have the ground under my feet.
[ they are the same... as are their owners, potentially, if the single chuckle ichiban lets out is on the same level as gregor's. ]
If this were any other job, I would've the hell outta dodge by now. [ he's only half joking... ] But now that we're in this mess... I can't see myself tapping out until we've figured out what happened, what went wrong, and how we can stop it from happening again.
If this were any other job, I would've the hell outta dodge by now. [ he's only half joking... ] But now that we're in this mess... I can't see myself tapping out until we've figured out what happened, what went wrong, and how we can stop it from happening again.
...yeah. Same for me.
[there's a little shift in his emotions. sure, it'd be best to get out if he could, but-
he'd feel pretty damn bad about it.]
No idea how we're gonna do any of that, but whatever's going on, I think I'd kick myself if I didn't do something.
[there's a little shift in his emotions. sure, it'd be best to get out if he could, but-
he'd feel pretty damn bad about it.]
No idea how we're gonna do any of that, but whatever's going on, I think I'd kick myself if I didn't do something.
Good to know we're on the same page here. [ he sounds a little wistful now. ] Usually it takes a little bit of convincing to get people to see that, so it's... kinda nice to hear, heh.
[ he takes another drink, downing his current glass, but doesn't yet order a replacement. ]
So... how long have you and Rocchan known each other? You guys seem pretty close, like more than just regular coworkers.
[ he takes another drink, downing his current glass, but doesn't yet order a replacement. ]
So... how long have you and Rocchan known each other? You guys seem pretty close, like more than just regular coworkers.
Usually does back home, too. Some of our comrades are usually for it, but some... really don't wanna get involved.
[a sigh, before he takes another sip from his drink.]
We've been working together for... ah, a few months, at least? Maybe around half a year.
[a sigh, before he takes another sip from his drink.]
We've been working together for... ah, a few months, at least? Maybe around half a year.
Huh, really? From the way you two are, I thought you guys have known each other for years.
[ a beat before he grabs a bottle of whiskey, preferring to pour it himself instead of letting the ship do it for him. ]
Maybe Rocchan just has that kind of effect on people—some kind of charisma effect.
[ a beat before he grabs a bottle of whiskey, preferring to pour it himself instead of letting the ship do it for him. ]
Maybe Rocchan just has that kind of effect on people—some kind of charisma effect.
She's a little like that. But... ah, y'know, you go through enough with someone and you're bound to be a little closer. We've all died together plenty of times.
[a contemplative little sip.]
Rodya usually helps me out with calming Sinclair down when he's freaking out, too. We work pretty well together-- makes up for when she's callin' my arm gross, or shoving dead bugs in my face...
[a contemplative little sip.]
Rodya usually helps me out with calming Sinclair down when he's freaking out, too. We work pretty well together-- makes up for when she's callin' my arm gross, or shoving dead bugs in my face...
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