25 -- Mass Entry/Action Spam

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To everyone that's come in to port: Inmates Pair of with your Wardens for now, try to stay in groups of four or more, and explore. We're convening in the main common area on deck one in an hour. Do not leave the compound, and if you see anything suspicious, make note of it but don't touch or disturb anything. Bring your findings to the meeting in an hour and we'll sort things there.

Sound off here if you came down.

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[An hour later, as directed Morgan is waiting with West and a few others that straggled in early. They didn't see much -- burns in the floors that melted all the way through, but the place is dead.]

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[notninjastyle.livejournal.com]

Here with Ivy.

Ivy hates you.

[toxicbotany.livejournal.com]

[Ivy shifts from foot to foot, the unweidly armour too heavy for her. She glowers at her warden, a greenish tinge flushing her pale cheeks.No sunlight here, no heat lamps - she was as weak as the rest of them. Worse. Her fingers are itching to pull the trigger on her weapon, but getting left behind isn't exactly a pleasant idea.]

How long do we have to stay here? [She whines.]

Chris kinda likes you! But he thinks you need more clothes.

[notninjastyle.livejournal.com]

[Chris is taking a look at some of the damage done to the walls, trying to look at this whole thing analytically. However, they're on a "terra-forming planetoid" and honestly all he can think is that this must be the work of killer aliens. It's the kind of theory that would get him a smack back home, so he's keeping it to himself.

He glances over his shoulder at Ivy and grins.]

Oh come off it, s'not that bad!

[He turns to head over to her side cheerily, carefully putting his "killer aliens" theory to the back of his mind.]

[toxicbotany.livejournal.com]

[Ivy gives Chris another glare, reserved only for those she believes are truly below her, and tuts impatiently. To her, this place looks like nothing more or less than the rest of mankind's foibles, a polluted, desolate wasteland of cables and metal.]

Compared to what?

[notninjastyle.livejournal.com]

[Chris either doesn't notice, or doesn't object to the glare. He simply gives Ivy a knowing smile as he answers.]

Worse things happen at sea.

[That was obviously the best answer that could be given.]

[toxicbotany.livejournal.com]

[Ivy drums her fingers impatiently on the barrel of her weapon, but doesn't respond. Perhaps worse things happened to Chris at sea. She had Namor's protection.]

[notninjastyle.livejournal.com]

[Chris can see that his wise explanation has really hit home with Ivy, and feels briefly proud of himself.

Then he spots the Guv over on the other side of the room, and perks up even more, this is going to go well.]