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Makorr: In Space {Open RP}
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Logan Emery
Hyperion
"I feel like I'm gonna need one..." Logan grumbled. He looked at Amy, squeezing her hand slightly for a second. "Gonna make it? At least for now?" He asked with genuine worry.
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Logan Emery
Hyperion
Logan nodded, entering his own room and stepping inside. He sighed, taking everything in. Opening the door to the backroom, he looked up at the showerhead the hung from the ceiling. A sink with some shampoo and bodywash, and a toilet.
He looked around the room, finding a washcloth and hanging it on the side of the sink before getting out of his clothes. He tossed everything onto the bed, even though he doubted he would be using them again.
The boy stepped all the way into the bathroom now, shutting the door and starting the water. He stood for a moment, letting the water run down him before grabing the bottles off the sink.
He looked up, eying his reflection in the fogging mirror. "Huh..."
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Character
: Alistair Mercer
Location
: Hyperion
Alistair whistled as he entered his room.
"Whaddaya know, I think it's larger that Elijah's room in the dorms," he muttered, sitting down on the cot slowly. '
Granted,
' he thought gloomily, '
I bet they don't store tabletop games here. Shame.
'
Apparently, the soundproofing in this place was rather shoddy. Either that, or the plumbing was ridiculously loud as he heard shower being turned on in adjacent rooms - that of the celt and the weird brown guy.
"Too bad I didn't think of it first," Mercer huffed, running his head through his by now greasy from all the dirt hair. He picked himself up and headed into the shower.
"
♪Raindrops keep falling on my head,
I don't remember the rest of the words,
La. La la-la-la la...♪
"
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Logan Emery
Hyperion
After, quite literally, an entire hour of clensing himself, Logan finally shut off the water pouring down from the showerhead. Nodding, he wrapped the towel around himself and stepped out of the bathroom.
Grabbing the pants and slipping them on, he nodded. Water still ran down his chest, and he sighed. He took the shirt and laid it over his shoulders until he finished drying off, working on his hair as best he could.
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Character
: Gregory Mandrake
Location
: Hyperion
"I could swear they dropped from the sky into Monlyth. Or they have no self-preservation instinct, whichever. Otherwise, they could not be that close to the xenoses," Gregory Mandrake commented, stepping into the cantina and overhearing a conversation about the ragtag bunch.
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Character
: Gregory Mandrake
Location
: Hyperion
"Anyone here knows what are we doing with that bunch?" Gregory asked, walking up to the bartender. "Oy, hi Nora, old thing!" he waved at the medic when she walked in.
Character
: Alistair Mercer
Location
: Hyperion
After showering and donning the clothes he had been given, Alistair looked critically at the mirror.
"This sector is too small for the two of us, cowboy," he muttered, then shook his head.
"Screw Prime Directive and green-skinned space babes?" Mercer mused, picking up the communicator and looking at it interestedly.
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Logan Emery
Hyperion
Logan stared at his reflection in the mirror; still shirtless. He brought up his hand, index and middle finger acting as the barrel of a gun while his thumb was the hammer in the back. He pointed it as his own head, pulling it up to simulate recoil in the fictitious object.
"Bang." He deadpanned, heading out in pants and boots. He kept the shirt hung over his shoulders for now. He was in no way an attractive sight shirtless, but also wasn't something that would scare young children.
He opened the door to his room, glancing out into the hallway.
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Logan Emery
Hyperion
"Why aren't you?"
Logan mentally smacked himself before he could say the line that came to his mind immediately.
"Too lazy to put my shirt on?" He shrugged. "Why not?"
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