Mikon :3
-In the hangar, Kit approaches Tachibana.-
We're headed down to Mars, Tachi-chan. Wanna come with?
*Tachibana wakes up, eventually realizing what Kit said and beeping an affirmation.*
The fact that only 140 characters are allowed here is honestly so disappointing to me.
My son is a dumbass
Jean is working on something in the kitchen.
At the heart of the world...
[Joanna rises up from behind Jean]
Whatcha doin'?
My son is a dumbass
"Gah!" Jean drops what she is holding and spins around. "Oh. It is you. You scared me." She points to a few packages and bottles of water. "Remember how they got you last time? I am making rations for the possibility of being in enemy territory for an extended amount of time and not trusting the natives."
At the heart of the world...
Oh, that's a good idea.
[laughs nervously from accidentally scaring Jean]
My son is a dumbass
"Dehydrated of course. Makes them edible longer." Jean resumes "cooking".
At the heart of the world...
Yea, like what the astronauts eat.
[she laughs, realizing they're all technically astronauts already]
My son is a dumbass
Jean also begins to laugh. "Jeans Astrofood. Just add Water."
At the heart of the world...
[gives a good guffaw]
Aw, hehe, man...
-meanwhile, a certain someone has been chilling out on a random couch for two weeks straight and counting-
-she doesn't even bother looking up from her extreme chilling session as they near their destination-
'Bout darn time.
-she turns her head about a centimetre to the right-
Oi. We're here.
Oh, good, I was wondering whether or not to sleep myself.
It's not sleeping darnit Okay, make yourself useful for a bit. Go bother her about that thing, will ya?''
THAT her? About THAT thing?
Just go. I know you know.
Pleasure.
-the disgruntled AI bot gets up and walks about the ship to bother the one and only EN-913-
pffft hahahahahahahahahhhaahhahaha no
The Phantom Thief
The sound of gunfire can be heard coming from the training room.
The measure of a man is not his courage, but rather the size of his gun.
*Said one and only EN-913 is currently in her room.*
The fact that only 140 characters are allowed here is honestly so disappointing to me.
-the aforementioned disgruntled AI bot will promptly stroll in-
pffft hahahahahahahahahhhaahhahaha no
*EN turns as it enters.*
"Oh, hey again. Pretty sure we've met before. What'cha need?"
The fact that only 140 characters are allowed here is honestly so disappointing to me.
Ok, long story short, A friend o' mine's currently looking for something on Mars, and we have reason to believe it's in your beloved little settlement here, so we need their total cooperation if y'all wish to survive the next few days. Capiche?
pffft hahahahahahahahahhhaahhahaha no
"...I don't run the damn settlement, though, so I can't guarantee half an old shit."
*She shrugs.*
"Have ya tried, I dunno, asking them about it?"
The fact that only 140 characters are allowed here is honestly so disappointing to me.
-the bot lets out a small mechanical groan of annoyance-
Eh, 'twas worth a shot.
Well, their funeral, not ours. Can you at least do something useful?
-meanwhile, a small army of training dummies whirs to life, letting out synchronised groans of annoyance-
pffft hahahahahahahahahhhaahhahaha no
The Phantom Thief
Emily stops shooting and looks at the dummies.
The measure of a man is not his courage, but rather the size of his gun.
"Well, depends on what ya call useful."
*EN shrugs.*
"So, let's hear it."
The fact that only 140 characters are allowed here is honestly so disappointing to me.
Konknitive Dissonance
-Lady Konk happened to be by the Training Room-
Hm?
-the small army of sentient Busters starts walking dejectedly towards the top deck, some of them throwing small "whaddaya lookin' at, punk?" or "oi, shove, we be saving the world" or other similar phrases to Emily and Konk as they walk past-
-the main unit turns to leave-
Just ask 'em if they've noticed a great big charlie-foxtrot of a ruin just pop up in the near vicinity for no reason. Or if they feel any sort of fancy pancy moon gravity in some places.
-as they walk past the Stranger's couch, she casually gets up for the first time in two weeks and follows them out-
Finally. That wall was so annoying. Kept interrupting my inner monologues with its stubborn wooden consistency.
pffft hahahahahahahahahhhaahhahaha no
Konknitive Dissonance
... What.
"Alright, I'll try to do that when I can."
The fact that only 140 characters are allowed here is honestly so disappointing to me.
[Joanna gathers some supplies, mainly her rifle, a good amount of ammunition in extra clips, and some basic first aid stuff]