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[suile_madrin]

CHARACTERS: suile_madrin and OPEN
LOCATION: Anywhere and everywhere, you pick!
WARNINGS: None.
SUMMARY: Just Taylor wandering around/exploring with her chihuahua.

Comments

i cannot resist tagging these OCs. ;n;

[starstripedhero]

Of course, America is out and about. He's been doing an obsessive amount of researching and tallying up notes and memos to read and put together later, a large amount of information he's found not being shared with others. Taylor more than likely notices America at the end of the corridor, about to enter the engineering complex. He stops, leaning into what appears to be an interesting piece of... wall that is right next to the entrance. And then he's writing, muttering to himself

come to usssssss

[suile_madrin]

Taylor hears him before she sees him - mostly because he's damn loud. She recognises the voice, and the face, from the network. The guy who claimed he was America. She almost thinks about turning back around and heading the other way before he spots her, but then he's patting his gun and talking about heading into the engineering complex. She rolls her eyes, can't quite make herself ignore something that sounds like it could end up making a big mess.

"I don't think being awesome is the qualifier they're going to be looking for." Capable and rational were more likely.

SHALL DO.

[starstripedhero]

He stops what he's doing instantly when he hears a girl speaking to him. Alfred's attention diverts as it so often does before he laughs, if not sounding a bit nervous.
"Dude, I don't know what you're talking about! I was just really going to take a look around, that's all! No more no less. Not even gonna touch anything like tampering with wires and tubes and trying to figure out what all this bad boy runs on totally not at all! Our hands are clean at this!"

He shows his hands to her, wiggling his fingers, as does his little alien friend too. Then, he puts his hands on his hips.

"I bet you were totally thinking about going in there, huh?"

[suile_madrin]

Taylor looks between him and the little alien, their hands. She takes a moment to wonder why the hell 'America' had a little alien guy with him anyway. Surely it should be an eagle or something. Chubbs definitely wants to go check him out, but he's well-behaved enough to stay by Taylor's feet, only his shaking tail showing his contained interest.

"Maybe." She wasn't going to pretend otherwise, but she was fully aware she wasn't authorised. She just had a tendency to ignore rules. "Wasn't going to go in with my hand on my gun, though."

[flares]

[ Capa has his head down in one of the very many binders of information he's managed to acquire since waking from stasis. He's had his head down for quite a while now - at least fourteen hours, if his watch is still keeping time correctly - but it feels even longer than that. There's a permanent knot between his shoulder blades, but it's nothing worse than what he'd gone through on the Icarus II. The accomodations here are spacious and almost cozy in comparison - not that Capa has any intentions of getting comfortable.

He's on his way back from Engineering and he's so lost in thought that he doesn't notice the little scraping pitter-patter of feet coming down the adjacent corridor as he rounds the corner. If he's not careful or if Chubbs isn't mindful, there'll be a collision in four, three, two- ]

whoops

[suile_madrin]

[Lucky for Capa, Chubbs is all too used to navigating the busy corridors of the Academy, used to being tiny and overlooked by most of the other girls - or if he was noticed, a very good target for a kick or something nastier. He normally has some larger compatriots around to help him out, but at the moment it's just him and Taylor, and when some rather unthinking feet appear round a corner, Chubbs neatly skitters out of the way with a sharp yip of warning.

Taylor herself is a little more hostile with her reaction.]

Watch it. [She darts in and scoops Chubbs up, preventing any further possible dangers from Capa's feet.]

You want to try paying some fucking attention?

farrah fawcett come to me

[flares]

[ Capa stumbles backwards, catching his hip on the edge of the corner he just turned and manages to not fall back on his ass though his binder gets dropped, along with all of its papers which scatter across the floor in a leafy smear. Maybe if he was somebody else he'd be a bit more harrowed in his apology but as it stands, Capa's used to that tone of voice from Mace; that it comes from a teenage girl now is a negligible difference. ] Sorry about that I was-

[ He gets sidetracked almost immediately. ] -is that a dog?

the floofiest 70s hair

[suile_madrin]

[She notices the sheets of paper, mostly because she hasn't seen paper since she arrived here, has a brief thought over where he got it from and what he might be doing with it. But she's not close enough to see what kind of writing is on it, and then her attention's back on Capa anyway.]

No, he's a rooster. [Chubbs shifts upright in her arms, giving another small yip and licking his nose.] What do you think?