Okay, nobody be mad, but I may have got water all on a book shelf.

[Pause.]

Of books.

[...]

The comm did it.

[While everyone's partying, Omega'a wandering about the ship. Exploring. She hasn't done much exploring, and while everybody's busy, the halls should be relatively clear. Good. Omega, she's not so good at social interaction.

Anyway, on Deck 6, Omega sees the bees. They look cute and cuddly from afar, but Omega has to remind herself that they are ( Read more... )

[The comm clicks on to, of course, sputtering. Someone's two weeks are up.]

The fu-what the hell?

[Omega slams the communicator back on the library table and mutters something in Russian. Damn communicators. Where do they even store that water ( Read more... )

Um... hey, guys, does anyone else, like... have... amnesia, or something? Like, did you forget your life or whatever? When you came here?

[Looks like someone's getting her memories back.

And she's scared.]

'Cause I... I think I had a life before the military. Maybe.

[The communicator stirs to life with a burst of static. Looks like someone's bumped it to life.]

Omega...

[A gasp. A rustle of fabric. Then about a dozen wooden crack!s as the bed collapses.]

Damn!

[Shortly after this, a hand grabs for the communicator.]

Where am I? This is a plane, right? A kind of crappy one? To Russia?

[The bed did break ( Read more... )

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