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They're leaving for Australia in less than twelve hours. Drs. Magnusson and Alvarez are at each other's throats, as expected. Ms. Soliz is throwing a fit because there's no salt in the galley. Alyx has been running interference between Kleiner and the Satere-Mawe tribespeople in the hopes of keeping the former from doing something they'll all regret. And on top of it all, it feels like the twins have been using playing kickball with her bladder.
Alyx is, in short, a Bad Mood. The sort of bad mood where the next person who talks to her might get their head bitten off Ozzy Osbourne style. Once she's this pissed off, meditation exercises aren't gonna cut it--she's got to burn off the irritation with good old-fashioned violence.
Thus, in the rapidly fading light behind Milliways, we find a very pregnant Afro-Asian woman at the firing range with a custom-made machine pistol. The fact that she can barely see the targets doesn't seem to concern her.
Approach at your own risk.
[ooc: Open until it scrolls and subject to slowtimes whenever I get too tired to keep typing.]
Alyx is, in short, a Bad Mood. The sort of bad mood where the next person who talks to her might get their head bitten off Ozzy Osbourne style. Once she's this pissed off, meditation exercises aren't gonna cut it--she's got to burn off the irritation with good old-fashioned violence.
Thus, in the rapidly fading light behind Milliways, we find a very pregnant Afro-Asian woman at the firing range with a custom-made machine pistol. The fact that she can barely see the targets doesn't seem to concern her.
Approach at your own risk.
[ooc: Open until it scrolls and subject to slowtimes whenever I get too tired to keep typing.]