[Oh look who is finally checking out the ShipNET after about a month or so of silence. And keeping to herself in her room most of that time too.

Although Roll is doing it more to check the date really then to talk to anyone.]

It's the seventeenth already? Huh. Happy birthday Rock.

[There's a moments pause before she speaks again, trying to sound ( Read more... )

Bass.

Protoman.

[Yeah, screw keeping it a secret Protoman. Roll doesn't see the point since she hasn't heard from either of the fellows from her world since the recent insanity went down, so pardon her for sounding worried.]

Um, if anyone has seen either of them please let me know? Or let them know I'm looking for them? They... [Everyone has ( Read more... )

[Roll sounds tired and pissed and just fed up. Being human did not help either. Oh and anyone on deck twelve can hear her screaming.]

I HATE THIS BOAT AND EVERYONE ON IT!

[Really she just wants to get to the top deck, y u do this failboat.]

... I lost my hair ribbon, it's green and around a foot or two long. If anyone finds it I would like it back.

[And that is that, since Roll got herself crushed by that weird animal she knows asking for her red dress, shoes, white slip and underwear would pretty much give away that yes. She died.]

((ooc: Roll's Ribbon has been claimed, but hey! ( Read more... )

Hm.

[Thoughtful Roll is thoughtful today, and also trying to keep her mind off the two days missing from her memory banks.

That and she thinks this could be fun.]

Does anyone know if there is a way to program in a certain vehicle appearance for a car on deck twenty? Just, how the car looks not specs.

[Because she doesn't know the proper ( Read more... )

[Up on the top deck one may find, amid any of the chaos is this recent turn of events, a five foot five blonde haired young woman. Who just might look a bit familiar to some folks, hey Roll even found a red dress like her normal one that fits her like this ( Read more... )

[Ah fumble fumble, click. mrrr, Roll maybe had a bit too much wine at the party. She also doesn't remember much after hanging out with Bass.]

My mouth tastes like cotton.

[A long horrid pause as something hits her.]

... this isn't my room.

[Someone is down in Sergei's tonight (today?), the little girl robot having slipped behind the bar and started digging through the various alcohols the ship has provided ( Read more... )

[Posted during this log, so back dated to then huzzah.]

... Could someone come and get Mister Jinx away from my room? Before my brother finds out. And without hurting him.

[Not that she thinks Protoman doesn't already know but... yeah.]

[100% locked from Protoman and Jinx, unhackable]Also I'm wondering if there is anyone who can do some minor ( Read more... )

[It may please a certain stalkerbot to know that Roll has, finally, left her room. In fact she's on deck thirteen at the moment, sitting outside the temple with some flowers making flower chains. Doing a bang up job of it considering her hands are bandaged up, still not completely healed up from her arcade foray or the fit she threw after certain ( Read more... )