Sep 07, 2009 21:02
Characters: ANYONE on board the U.S.S. Threshold
Content: The continuing saga of those aboard the Threshold
Location: U.S.S Threshold
Time of day: All Day
Warnings: Assume violence and swearing
Notes: Treat this thread as party-style, with new subthreads for new cells or events.
PLEASE REMEMBER TO READ THE RULES AND GUIDELINES!
freudia neuwahl,
riku,
inoue orihime,
harry dresden,
agent chieftain,
boriane daermon,
rosette christopher,
goofy,
russel tringham,
yellow,
kang,
mitsurugi hanagata,
agent spin,
celes chere,
kida,
billy kaplan (wiccan),
aerith gainsborough,
starfire,
endgame
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She slowly shed off the armor one piece at a time. Glad to be out of it for the first time today. She wished she had a change of clothes to. Lots of activity made her a little sweaty. Add in the heavy armor without a proper AC in it. Yeah, it wasn't that comfortable. It'd be nice to be rid of that second skin to sleep. Since she had to wear it all of tomorrow too. She finally took off the last piece, the chest piece, and sat on a cot.
She wasn't sure if she'd wake up sometime useful in the morning. She felt that tired. She neatly piled her armor up and sat down. She didn't care that the door to this cell was somewhat broken and didn't close right anymore, she was wearing very little in the way of clothing, or that her hair was messy- messier than normal anyway. She just wanted to relax a little.
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So he was pacing, his hand still on the sword he'd gotten earlier. Some part of him was vaguely hoping that he'd wear himself out this way and be able to sleep.
He only paused when, halfway down one of the corridors, he caught sight of a familiar glimpse of pink and black past a door that hadn't been closed all the way. He hesitated at the door for a moment, and then pushed it open - a little warily, with none of the almost angry abruptness his footsteps had had up and down the halls.
"... hey."
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It took her a few moments to register Roxas's state-of-mind. For a guy who insisted he had no emotions, he wore his worry pretty openly right now. "You okay? I thought you took an earlyshift guarding everyone. Why are you still up?"
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He gave an it's-no-big-deal sort of shrug, and stepped back. "I'm fine. I just can't sleep -" He glanced at the door, frowning. "And I hate not being able to do anything and just ... waiting."
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"It isn't just waiting, it's planning. Collecting. Important stuff to winning," Megan wasn't entirely sure about what the others were doing. But creating a safe place to sleep was a usual priority if you had no easy escape plan. "We're on their turf... err, boat, we can't just go running around without knowing everything. And some of us are too tired to keep fighting right now."
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He sat down heavily on one of the cots, slumped. "I'm not tired." He sounded kind of like he was, though. "I want to fight something."
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Megan grinned, "Well, if you want to fight, I'm sure we could spar a little." She threw a few punches and a kick into the air. They were not fast, weren't very good, all the skill was there but she was too tired to really do it right. It seemed a lot more playful and helpful, not that she was trying to mock his asking to fight.
She sat down next to him, "Or... we can both try to sleep, um... maybe... here... at the- I mean," she gulped, "together."
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"Er," he said, articulately. Were the cots even big enough? "I ... yeah. We ... could." It wasn't like they were going to - do anything, or ... right?
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"It's fine, we both need the rest... and I don't really wanna be alone," She had spent all day being strong, and she was strong. However, with someone around she could be a little less strong, use a little of his bravery. "Please?"
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"Yeah," he replied quietly, looking back towards the door again. "I don't either."
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"Well, um... the sooner we sleep the sooner you can wake up tomorrow and fight things?" Megan paused, sitting up a little, "Unless something else is bothering you..." She was a little concerned as to what he was thinking up in that cute head of his. He wasn't exactly Mr. Sharing.
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He lay down kind of reluctantly, keeping his distance and staying very still. She ... really wasn't wearing that much ...
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She did move one hand to hold Roxas's hand, that wouldn't be too bad, right? I mean, its just holding hands. Even someone like Roxas can't be weird about that.
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