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Howard's not a team player. Back in the days of class group projects, he almost always ended up obstructing progress more than he helped with his bad attitude and critical eye, if he and Orc didn't just pressure the other kids into doing their work for them. And in the FAYZ, his role on the Council essentially devolved into aggravating Astrid and

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[8wings]

Anwei was still rather disappointed at the poor quality of the computer equipment she'd been offered - come on, there was supposed to be a price point between 'latest and greatest and expensive' and 'vintage and historical and expensive.' Well, hopefully Lord Zetta would pick up some good testing equipment. And quantum cores.

She saw Howard waving and waved back. She really hadn't talked much to him, because she spent most of her time kicking the computer database into allowing entries for multiple species. But he was a hard worker, and he paid attention.

"What's up?" she asked, noting his empty back. "Didn't find what you wanted?"

[needs_release]

Sam was enjoying the time off-ship, and Anwei's company was very pleasant indeed. He felt a bit guilty for forcing his colleagues into a more nocturnal schedule, but it was thanks to the light-sealed hotel he'd discovered that he was able to get off of the ship at all.

"Howard!" he greeted happily. He had a clipboard in his hands, with a long list of supplies he wanted to use the medbay's budget on. He wanted to be prepared for anything an interdimensional, intergalactic space ship could possibly run into. And that included several things he'd hurriedly added to the bottom of his previously-neatly-organized list. Most of it he was arranging to have delivered to their landing point, but some of it he would need help picking up. His bag, slung across his body looked heavily laden, but he didn't seem to mind. That was filled with things Sam had picked out for himself, primarily books, clothing, and a few interesting bits of technology.

[i_sell_drugs]

"Just finished dropping it off," he says, patting his backpack. "Forty pounds of brown rice is, well, forty pounds of heavy."

He glances at Sam, and at the incredibly business-like clipboard, and at the heavy pack. "Preparing for the apocalypse, Sam Man? Or do you just not believe in making multiple trips?"

[8wings]

Anwei had every reason to be prepared; she'd seen the sort of havoc that battle could cut into sentient flesh, not to mention AI neural agglomerates.

"Who knows when we'll stock up again?" she said lightly.