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Current @Lady Amalthea, does that mean every post is a Horocrux?
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Location: Engine Room

"Oh, so it decides to work when you hit it with a wrench!" Cursed technology, it might have just been his old age showing, but he found that he had less and less patience for when machinery didn't comply, whether it was old tech or new. At least old tech was simple enough to get fixed. Usually you just had to bend something back into place. And then the reaver ship arrived. Lionel picked up the nearest communicator and shouted up at the bridge.

"What are you waiting for!? Do you want me to grab you some engine oil so you can properly lubricate for the impending assfucking the Reavers are here to deliver? Get us the ๆกไฝไฝ ็š„ๅฑ่‚ก off planetside!" As much as he'd prefer not to deal with the Alliance, he'd take them over the Reavers any day. If the crew upstairs was too busy shitting their pants, he'd give them as many verbal rear-end kicks as needed to get them moving. And if that didn't work, he'd go up there and do it literally if he had to.


Location: Club AfterDark




Mali took stock of the situation. A strange woman walks in with boots caked in suspicious substrate. Mali might have been living on the West Coast (more like Pest Coast, am I right? Mali on managed to pass her songwriting course with a C)) for less than a month, but even she knew that clay of that sort didn't show up in the SoCal area, let alone enough to cake footwear as thoroughly as that. (speaking of footwear, they reminded her of Hannah. Sigh) It was late summer, but it wasn't that bright out. Hangover maybe? The staff member that just came in seemed to know who she was.

"Is she that friend you were waiting for?" Mali asked Relic, glancing over at the bartender who hadn't noticed her request. He was carrying a separate conversation with that other guy. Maybe she'd need to be more aggressive. "Look at you getting acquainted with so many older women. Maybe I should ask for some pointers." She ribbed, bumping him lightly with her elbow. She was mostly joking; Relic was being a sour lime, and being stuck in a bar during off hours was downer enough. But there was a kernel of sincerity behind it, because if she actually was his contact: damn. Even in this unflattering outfit/environment she was smoking hot.


Location: Club AfterDark




"Do you not have any other way to get into contact with her? Maybe one where we don't sit around a bar sticking out like sore thumb?" Really, it was kind of weird that somebody as tech savvy as Relic was relying on just going to a place where she usually hung out and hoping that she was there or would come by. She figured it had to do with not getting traced (or being less likely to be tracked), but even then, couldn't he leave a message for her to meet up somewhere at a specific point in time or something? Mali finished her glass of water and set it down on the bar counter.

"Could I get a refill, please?" she asked, calling the bartender over again when he wasn't busy with other customers, whatever few there were at this point in time. When Eddie came in, she absently waved in response to his smile: an acknowledgement of his existence, but nothing more. Mali sighed; hanging out in bars during the off-hours quickly lost its luster unless you were already halfway to piss drunk. She missed being able to get drunk.
Will pass this turn due to being confused and still wrapped in a pile of women.

@IcePezz you're up.
Post tomorrow, probably after work.
Well that's her actual rank. When I asked for her effective rank I more mean "who can boss her around and who can be safely ignored?"
Oh, uh, don't wait on me by the by. I don't actually have anything meaningful to post in this.


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Location: Engine Room


Unfortunately percussive maintenance didn't do anything, so Lionel dropped the hammer and stepped back to let the man work. When directed to kick something if necessary, he walked over to the spot and visibly confirmed what needed to be kicked while tuning out most of the rest of what the mechanic was saying. Lionel glanced down at his hands and noticed they were shaking quite vigorously. The adrenaline of the situation must be affecting him more than he'd thought. Nothing a little liquor can't fix.

Carla Lobo


Location: Her Quarters->The Bridge



Carla had to stop herself from skipping all the way to the bridge. Even then she still had a spring in her step and something almost approaching a genuine smile on her face. Her pistol was ready to go, and back in her quarters she had her sniper rifle cleaned and fully loaded with ammo. As she understood it, they weren't going to land immediately and getting decked out in full combat gear would be jumping the gun. But getting everything set up so that it could be used almost instantly was just proper preparation. She made it just in time to see Camilla get dragged into the call. Uh-oh. If there was one thing she knew about Quinn is that he was not a rational man when it came to Camilla. However, the fact that this mission involved her brought a lot of things into perspective. Whoever set this whole situation up is a cunning bastard.
You know, I don't think it's ever been stated. What's Carla's effective rank within the Alliance?
Post tomorrow (The 28th). Too dead to do it today.
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