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[There's nothing interesting going on here in this rather plain bedroom. Not too many posters, but there are labels on everything that describe actions like turn off the light, make the bed, turn off alarm. In addition to those labels, there's a young man whose alarm clock is blaring at the top of its mechanical lungs until he rolls over and slaps it into silence. He slowly drags himself out of bed, shirtless with a long scar running down from the nape of his neck across his shoulder and down his arm, and shuffles to the closest window, pushing the curtain aside to place his hand against the glass. He stands there for a moment as a confused frown forms on his face, only to shove the drapes back and come face to face with... space. The final frontier.

It's not what Chris Pratt expected. It's supposed to be Kansas City out there.

He hurries back to bed, knocking off knickknacks off his nighttable until he comes across a small notebook with a red cover. Chris flips through it once, twice, three, and then a fourth time, looking for something that isn't there. And in a fit of something that's a mixture of panic, fear, and frustration, he throws the notepad across the room and begins stomping towards the door.]

Where the fuck am I? Lewis? Lewis!

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From:

ichoosefight

[ At least she doesn't have to tell him. ]

I may have some answers.

From:

workbackwards

What's an Admiral?

Edited Date: Sunday, June 10th, 2012 06:15 pm (UTC)

From:

ichoosefight

Normally an admiral would be the head of the ship. That's true here, but we don't have any other name for him. He controls everything here.

From:

workbackwards

I thought that was a captain.

[Funny words. Always more than one for the same thing.]

Where is he? I wanna talk to him?

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ichoosefight

It's all hierarchy mumbo-jumbo. [ Shrug. ]

We don't know where he is exactly. And you can talk to him, but the chances of him talking back are pretty minimal. These comms are pretty much the only way we have of communicating with him.

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[It's scary how calm these people are with being in space and all while Chris is practically shitting himself. He's really on the verge of crying, just barely holding it together to make himself feel like he's still a man somewhere.]

And it's just him? Nobody like just walks off this thing?

From:

ichoosefight

[ DON'T CRY. STEPH WOULD LOSE IT IF HE STARTED CRYING. ]

Well, wardens can sometimes. But we have to go through him first.

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[PREPARE YOURSELF, STEPH.]

I can't be in jail. They told me it was just an accident and that no one was at fault! It's been a long time!

[Even though he knows that the fault was truly his. What he doesn't remember just yet is that the true crime is the bank robbery, not the car crash.]

Edited Date: Sunday, June 10th, 2012 06:37 pm (UTC)

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ichoosefight

[ Oh. Oh god. ]

It's okay, it's not really like jail- [ Steph you aren't helping WHY AREN'T YOU HELPING ]

Who was it that told you it wasn't anyone's fault?

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[NOBODY IS HELPING AND ARTHUR IS JUST MAKING EVERYTHING WORSE.]

Everybody! But it's a lie! It was my fault. I was driving. I don't even remember.

[Hello, Steph. He is now crying. First day in and Chris has already broken down. This is going really well.]

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ichoosefight

[ Oh nonononononononononono ]

It's. Um. I mean, accidents happen, I'm sure you didn't...

Good job, Steph.

Just... just hold on, okay? I'm gonna go find you.

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[He doesn't respond because he's heard that line about accidents happening. It was an accident, but you could say it was a preventable one. He was trying to impress a girl and look where it got him. Now he can't even control his emotions and he just slides down the wall to the floor in a heap because he's finally facing the music.

He's dead. Finally dead. Long after the crash. And now he is going to truly pay for what he did.]

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ichoosefight

Hey- hey. What room are you in?

From:

workbackwards

[The answer comes out muffled.]

My room.

From:

ichoosefight

[ asjhdfgdsfajhsdgjfakshdf ]

Do you know what number it is? What floor?

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[Welcome to life with Chris, Steph.]

Apartment 2-F.

[Which is not the same room he is in now. Chris, you can do better than this. Get up, wipe your face, and open the door again and read what it says on the outside. You're not as pathetic as you think you are.]

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ichoosefight

I'll just. Um. I'll yell. [ So useless, Stephie.

But she'll do it. She goes through the halls, knocking on doors she doesn't recognize and calling for him. Arthur called him Chris, right? ]

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[Luckily enough, Chris has been placed on the lower levels, Level 1 in Cabin 4, so if Steph starts there, it won't take her long to find him. Either way, he hears his name being called and slowly scrambles to his feet, wiping his face with the sleeve of his shirt while taking deep breaths to calm down.]

Here!

[He says through the door. Give him a minute to shuffle around to getting to that part.]

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ichoosefight

[ Thankfully it's almost instantaneous, as she's only a few doors down. She waits outside the door, feeling horrible and awkward at the same time. ]

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[He finally opens the door, appearing to Steph in a rumpled sweatshirt and jeans, uncombed hair and no socks. His face and eyes are still red and there's no hiding that. But no matter what, Chris just stands there, not quite knowing what to say next.]

Hi?

[That seems to work.]

From:

ichoosefight

Uh, hey. [ She waves a little pathetically. ]

I just wanted to make sure you weren't, you know, hurt or anything.

From:

workbackwards

No, I'm [not okay] not hurt. I just get... frustrated sometimes.

[He looks wholly embarrassed because he cried in front of a girl who then came and rescue him like he was Rapunzel or Snow White or whatever other fairytale Lewis makes him practice sequencing on. Damn it.]