sprace: guy

[agamid]

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weekend 0, crew capsules

[agamid]

[ Hello, roomie... Dion recognizes Guy from when he'd been screaming like a maniac in the stasis bay. ]

Ah. I am glad to see you more at ease.

[ Presumably Guy is not screaming anymore. ]

[mansplains]

[ he is not ]

[ roomie!! ]

Geez, did everyone see that? Sorry to make such a scene.

[agamid]

... It is a small space. [ and you were loud ] And an unnerving scenario.

I doubt there was much judgment cast.

[mansplains]

Nice of you to say, but I'm pretty sure there was lots of judgement cast.

[ sighing. but the vibes are that he deserves to be judged for it ]

Well, hopefully I can make a better second impression on you.

week 0, post-body

[mansplains]

[ he mad!!! ]

Right under our noses...!

[agamid]

[ guy is so RIGHT!! dion is also furious, and happy to feed into this ouroboros of anger ]

Indeed. All while we slept; I hadn't noticed a thing.

[mansplains]

How did they knock us out? What did all that?

[ angery!! ]

[agamid]

... I know not.

Nor have I been able to reach the crew for answers.

[mansplains]

Course not. That would be too convenient.

[ scrubs his hand across his face ]

I've looked around, but I haven't been able to find anything.

[agamid]

Yes, and the barriers they erected are as impenetrable as the ones from our first night here.

[ shakes his head ]

Have we really been brought here like lambs to slaughter?

[mansplains]

Well, I'm not about to stand around and let it happen. No matter what barriers or sedatives they have up their sleeves.

[ too bad they can't invest anything until tomorrow ]

[agamid]

[ he is... amused! ]

You needn't worry overmuch about impressing me.

[mansplains]

[ it's not so much impressing as it is not being humiliated okok ]

Low standards, then?

[ the vibe is good-natured ]

[agamid]

... I am that you are so determined, still. [ but they are soooo outmatched ] There is always the possibility that another on the crew believing if they tampered enough, the company would be forced to surrender this campaign and return us.

[mansplains]

I'm a pretty stubborn guy.

[ hmmm ]

You think so?

[agamid]

It's all speculation. There's little for us to glean of motive until we're able to investigate.

If we are.

[mansplains]

Supposedly, if the senior crew can't figure out what happened tonight, it'll be up to us.

[ so. maybe ]

[agamid]

Do you consider that to be a fault?

[ good-natured, back at him ]

[agamid]

... How generous of them.

I am surprised they would trust us with such a task.

week 0, saturday, room

[agamid]

[ Welcome back to the room, buddy. Dion is here with some Food of some sort, settled on the floor, looking and feeling exhausted.

But he'll give Guy a nod when he enters. ]

Have you eaten?

[mansplains]

[ dion why are you sitting on the floor eating like a weirdo ]

Decided to just set up shop here?

[ he also has things in his hands.... for u ]

Not yet.

[agamid]

[ the bed is for guy ]

The solitude is refreshing. [ after 9 hours crammed into a space with 40 other people ] You ought to eat then. I'm afraid I don't have anything to offer you here.

[mansplains]

[ there are desks!!! ]

[ Can't argue with that... ]

Yeah, don't worry, I'll get to it soon enough. But once you're done eating, I need to take another look at your wounds.

[ he has bandages, gauze, and antiseptic, binch ]

[agamid]

[ he will look at the supplies, and a warm gratitude permeates between them. ]

I am thankful, but my injuries are well on their way to recovery already.

[mansplains]

I'll be the judge of that. Want to tell me how you got them? The more recent ones.