||Attention, Attention. The following personnel please report to the Observation Deck. Attention, Attention. The following personnel please report to the Observation Deck
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John's eyes went wide. He managed to scramble out of the way, if only barely, as a literal axe murderer came swinging for his blood out of nowhere. Was this the guy responsible? Or some crew that thought he was one of the bad guys or trying to protect himself? Either way, John wasn't sticking around to get into twenty questions about it -- he bolted to the side, scrambled and nearly slipped on the floor, and managed to duck around one of the chairs, trying to put it between him and Axe Guy.
Out of the corner of his eye he caught Jamie heading toward them with what looked like a big knife in his hand. While it was nice to have some backup, somehow he didn't think a Scot waving around a damn weapon was going to make this guy back down. John aimed Winona at his attacker as he weaved around the chair, hoping he'd fall for the bluff. Winona didn't have to work, but she did look like she meant business
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"Aye. Unless he's just gone daft for some reason." Which, granted, the man was swinging an axe at them. It's not entirely outside of the realm of possibility, although the drawings of that wee beastie do look fairly detailed...
Well, maybe the others would know what to make of them.
"Do ye want me to take those as well?" he asked, with a nod towards the papers. He's got the room in the sporran, so it might be easier that way. If John would rather hang on to them, though, that would be up to him. Either way, he's going to finish his sweep of the area. "Think that might be the last of it, though."
He glances over at the unconscious crewman, who still doesn't seem to show any signs of getting up, and sighs. "Now what?"
Sunshine sleep-mumbled something about tests, but did not get up. Well, maybe he needed his beauty sleep, anyway; it wasn't as if it looked like he'd been getting much recently.
Out of the corner of his eye he caught Jamie heading toward them with what looked like a big knife in his hand. While it was nice to have some backup, somehow he didn't think a Scot waving around a damn weapon was going to make this guy back down. John aimed Winona at his attacker as he weaved around the chair, hoping he'd fall for the bluff. Winona didn't have to work, but she did look like she meant business ( ... )
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Well, maybe the others would know what to make of them.
"Do ye want me to take those as well?" he asked, with a nod towards the papers. He's got the room in the sporran, so it might be easier that way. If John would rather hang on to them, though, that would be up to him. Either way, he's going to finish his sweep of the area. "Think that might be the last of it, though."
He glances over at the unconscious crewman, who still doesn't seem to show any signs of getting up, and sighs. "Now what?"
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