Hate To Bring You Down [open]

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Characters: Maes Hughes & Open
Content: Maes Hughes arrives!
Location: Deck 2
Time of day: Morning
Warnings: Angst and Death.



Gone. It was all gone. The only evidence was the tears drying on his face that the event had even happened. Maes sat on the floor of cold steel, his shirt lifted as he attempted to find any evidence of the wound. He knew it had been a fatal shot and he knew it was his own mistake. "Dammit," he cursed, pounding his fist against the wall he was leaning against, "Dammit. You should have been more cautious." He wiped the tears from his face, trying to forget the look on that monster's face...the monster that had taken the appearance of his wife. Maes was dead, he just knew it, but he didn't know how he was still...alive. There was no wound to speak of, though he could still remember the pain.

Maes took a deep breath. He need to calm down and assess the situation. He couldn't do that if he was freaking out. He rested his head against the wall and after a few more minutes to himself rose from the floor. "Okay, you're dead which probably means this is some kind of after life," Maes muttered to himself. Granted the metal panels and strange contraptions were not something he would have expected. What did it mean exactly? It was baffling to think about and he was sure if he thought about it too much he'd go spiraling out again.

Suddenly something flew by and Maes's head shot up to track it. It stopped at the end of the hall and turned back to him, floating in the air in an impossible way. It was round and had a lens like a camera he would use to take pictures of his daughter. Maes was a little surprised when it floated over to him. Again, this was not something he was expecting, but at least it was something to focus on. Maes reached up and grabbed it out of the air. The object actually seemed to struggle against his grip but he held tight, "Just hold on a second." He realized it was ridiculous to talk to it, but, well, everything seemed ridiculous now. He turned it around in his hand but he couldn't really determine much about it other than it seemed to have a camera-like function with this lens. Maes then realized something strange, there also seemed to be other people broadcasting from the strange spherical device. Stranger and stranger, and yet, Maes couldn't help but be intrigued by this. "All right, so how do you work exactly?"

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[bittyzo.livejournal.com]

Ienzo hadn't really expecting to find a new arrival, on yet another exploration of the ship. Of course, there was the question of if it could really be called exploration if you already knew about what to expect, but Ienzo had already decided to call it that anyway. It wasn't like anyone had to know his thoughts.

So for a moment he simply watched this new arrival. Catalogued his thought process and where he thought he was, and very carefully began to formulate at least something of the world he must have come from. Nothing was gained without first observing, and so he did exactly that. Or at least, he did until one of the ever-present Cambots appeared. That question was one he could easily answer, and he quietly came over to Maes' side before speaking up.

"Broadcast."