[Target Nine | Snarled over the journals.]

May 05, 2010 19:37

[a clatter, a crash: something thrown. Distant] The hell with this. There's no answers here!!

[WHAM. Journal, open! Louder, clearer.] I'm hiring a ship. No-one wants to rent me, I'm taking one. It's time to get our asses off this rock and find some new ground. Anyone with me ( Read more... )

Ω roy harper

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[recorded] speedintraining May 6 2010, 19:39:12 UTC
D'you think it'd be any better if you did? Find new ground, I mean.

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[recorded] eatshootsnleves May 7 2010, 00:32:34 UTC
I don't think we're learning that much more just by staying here. Everyone comes in on a boat - it's high time somebody tried leaving that way.

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speedintraining May 7 2010, 00:51:55 UTC


I wanna go, too.

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eatshootsnleves May 7 2010, 01:02:40 UTC
Oh, yeah?

We'd sure as hell be glad to have you around, Impulse.

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speedintraining May 7 2010, 01:35:20 UTC
I just have to tell -- you know. A few people. When are you gonna leave?

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eatshootsnleves May 7 2010, 02:11:05 UTC
'course.

Depends how fast we can throw it all together - don't wanna miss anything important. Meet us at the docks when you're ready, yeah? We won't leave without you.

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speedintraining May 7 2010, 07:29:34 UTC
Yeah, alright. I won't be long.

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