[h2][url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4250886]Abigail Harlow[/url] and [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4250717]Brooks Lockwood[/url][/h2]

Abigail was slumped against the washroom door, suit draped across her lap. She had a small shallow toolbox laid out on the bench next to her and was pointing a small cylinder of metal at an opened hatch on the suit. Every so often, there was a buzzing sound as a bright blue laser flashed briefly into the hatch from the cylinder and a wisp of smoke drifted lazily out of it. Abigail sighed and put the tube aside, peering anxiously at the door next to her. “Y-...you okay there buddy?” she called out hesitantly.

Brooks on the other hand was going through a living nightmare. His backside now having passed the one-hour mark, an imprint of the toilet bowl began to fester on his behind. As his face shifted back to normal colors from it’s previously bright-red state, Brooks voiced out an angry “I’M FINE.” - directed at the bathroom exit.

Abigail tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re gonna miss the debriefing, we’re set to land in a couple hours…” she called out, going back to repairing the gravity core in her suit. Another flash of blue light, another buzz, and another wisp of smoke.

“Fuck the debriefing, I’m gonna miss my damn fifties! Ah God…” Brooks simmered down, taking in a deep breath as he tapped his foot, both hands pressing against the inner sides of the small toilet stall he had to squeeze himself into. Not even his armor gave him as much claustrophobia as these four, barely thick, cubicle walls did. “Just… gimme’ another minute!”

Abigail stifled another laugh. She pulled out another gadget, a pair of tweezers with machinery on the handle, and started re-arranging some more components in the core. “I’ve been giving you minutes for fuckin’ ages Brooksy,” she retorted wryly. With a smirk, she snapped the hatch back into place and felt underneath the suit for something. The hatch started to glow. “Do you uh...need me to go get you something to-” she broke off into a gigglesnort. “T-to speed things up a lil’?”

Brooks took in a deep, annoyed, breath through his nose at the comment.

Another eternity passed and Brooks finally found himself at the sink of the now too memorable bathroom he had spent almost his entire trip in. An unhappy scowl imprinted on his face as he shifted his thoughts on hurrying out and dealing with whatever comment Abigail had brewing for him. Opening the door with an aura of disdain, he shifted his grumpy scowl on the girl slouched down against the wall.

Abigail had already pulled her suit on and packed up her tools; she was playing with her holopad on her arm, peering at a map of the SC Sirius and various dots that were moving around it. She glanced up at Brooks with a wide, cocky grin, opened her mouth to say something, went “Ah-...mn. Goddamnit,” and stood up.

Brooks wasn’t impressed. He started walking in the direction of the passenger bay, speaking at Abigail who was trickling behind: “What? Say it.” he demanded, expecting the worst.

“Oh, no,” Abigail waved a hand dismissively. “I was going to say something...[i]but it just wouldn’t come out right[/i].”

Brooks closed his eyes, taking in another deep breath before speeding up his pace. Refusing to talk to the girl for the time. Abigail was positively [i]howling[/i] with laughter, she could more than easily match Brooks’ pace and made good use of it by teasingly skipping around and ahead of him. It took her a good three minutes to calm down and regain her composure, along with a bunch of “C’moooon Brooksy”s and “I didn’t mean to hurt your delicate feelings”s thrown in.

The two entered the bay just as the Commander begun his talk. Abigail immediately fell silent as they slinked themselves into the nearest corner to quietly listen to the man’s words. Brooks let out a boisterous guffaw as Kaylx mentioned breakfast, but otherwise kept silent as many of the faces around had been new to him. Abigail thrust her hand up and immediately blurted “I second this notion. Brooks needs to refuel after-”

Brooks interrupted Abigail with a growl and deadly stare before awkwardly averting his eyes back onto the crew and commander, “Right after you, Sir.”