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Ink Blood said
I think Joard will also be able to analyze any sentient species we come across to see if they're hostile or not.


That's more of the job of our exo specialist, Ellri's, character. I'm sure she'll value Joard's input though! I figured you were specifically psychoanalyzing the crew.
Sep said
Not necessarily. Gotta remember this crew is put together from different factions, maybe I did some operations against the psychologists faction. They won't want him to know :P


That doesn't make sense why they'd hire on a psychologist with the intention of stunting his ability to do his job, you know? They'd want a psychologist, I suspect, that has some sort of history or ability to work with everyone on board. I imagine that his report gets sent in to ensure there's no need to enact a sort of murder protocol through the robbits in case one of the crew jeopardizes the others. Jason wouldn't know what goes in the report even.
Sep said
I might do a brief sheet at some point, but the military past will have most of his dossier off limits to y'all.


I would normally agree, but some basic information would be available in the form of military dossier for everyone. (Higher level officers are required to make bios for basic ceremonies for others to be able to read known accomplishments.) . For the psychologist, I'd think he'd have access to all files as part and parcel of his need to know!
Also, I would go into more of the personal tics and habits of needing to do things a specific number of times associated with OCD rather than having an extreme neatness. Really play up that disorder!
Ink, your guy will love hating my guy. :3

Have you read the other character sheets? Do you plan on writing your psycho opinion? Feel free to pull from my character history at will!
Foster said
Posted.We must now ask the hard question of Kessa, whom wishes to deny romance in this RP:


I did the what the what? Who says I deny it? XD
Foster said
I had a pretty good roll going to describe how Skokes modified the nutrient-cycle of the algea tanks to incorporate alchohol-production, and how this increased yield enough to allow a small but less-efficient victory-garden to take up space.Also, how she happened to be working on biological weapons in an age where biological warfare is about as pesky as being tazered by a five year old girl.Followed ofc by her immense distrust of AIs that talk.And then I ctrl-W'd the window when trying to re-format the text.


Cool story, bro. But srsly, that sucks.

Posted. Just post with the Ellri, Foster, so you don't burn out due to lost postis. (That nasty disease of apathy due to having lost a post and not wanting to rewrite it all.)
[OOC: Sep, your character's tirade about entering the bridge seemed like a sentence fragment. Don't worry about altering it, I'll just have Jason ignore it anyway as part of his "disinterest in comprehending 78% of what the captain says" flaw. ;D]

It wasn't a secret that the captain hated his job. Jason extracted his package, pulling it onto a portable data tab that was flexible and annoyingly orange. Jason liked the color, but few others in his trade seemed to. Perhaps that was why he'd chosen it. It was proportionality thing. The more grotesque the object the less likely others would nab it. -Perhaps the captain would like his job more if he tried to talk and walk and act like he didn't have a large, metal, spiked rod stuck up his-

"I'll make a note of the first system and start pulling up further star data for Buchanan to work with then," Jason concluded, ignoring most of what the captain said and responding only to what was relevant to his position. When Jason had glanced over his shoulder to see if the Captain had heard his words he saw the man staring out into space or at a wall or something - Jason wasn't entirely sure what he was looking at from his vantage point. The man wasn't even bothering to try to make eye contact with him. Likely expected him to go and ready the beacon and do a PMS (preventative maintenance schedule) check on it, too.

As a joke, Jason asked him, "Don't you find it odd that we're outnumbered by females on the ship? Even the robbit is a female." He was referring to Alice. "I mean, not that I'm complaining, just figured you'd want to divvy the loot before things escalated as they inevitably will," he added self-satisfied with where he stood in this ratio chain given that it was also well known that the captain was married, but separated.

These words, too, were lost on the captain it seemed. Unconcerned, Jason began muttering work-related nonsense to himself as he pulled up the star chart and began a spectral analysis of the light and viability of life based on predetermined vectors and reports already keyed into the system as a result of Buchanan's department's initial uploader. Established facts. It was meant to save her time and give his chart more functionality.

Keying in several lines of code, he began manually adding the most recent report's information. Most of it would later on be confirmed and logged by the ship as they traveled through those spaces, but for now it was better to build up a reliable system of information off of what they already knew. To prevent sabotage from beyond the gate, the patches sent to him wouldn't be spread, initially, throughout the ship's system. Virus scanners and Alice's thorough "eye" would check the information and disseminate to the appropriate departments which were segregated to, again, prevent widespread contamination, corruption, what-have-you.

Abruptly the captain spoke out again. Jason couldn't help the small start he made which input a line of wrong code inadvertently. Cursing, uncaring of his company, he immediately recalled the line and revised it appropriately, ignoring the numerous error messages that began popping up on his display. "Some warning before you inconvenience me again, cap'n."

The man began to drone on about the mission, stuff that Jason had heard recited ad nausem. In an effort to finish the star compilation and have it running while he went to go grab some coffee and chitchat with Skokie (who seemed to have the most personality on this ship second only to him), Jason ignored the captain and quickly processed several more lines of code. It was the change in the captain's tone that drew Jason's attention back.

"Hm? Did you say something?" Jason asked. The other ignored him, apparently talking to Alice instead. So we're having a drill. Oh. Goody. The sarcastic enthusiasm in his mental tone was painful even for him to hear. This was why he had left the military. Why in the world - (ship?) - did this need to be done at the crack of dawn ship time? Why couldn't it be during their working hours rather than prior to when they'd all have gone through hygiene measures. At least he'd know it was coming. That was preferable to waking up to those infernally annoying alarms without any warning.

"But I was going to decrypt our comms package from back home to start passing them out by din-"

"Dismissed," the captain said, turning away from him.

Jason narrowed his eyes at the other. Snatching away his portable data tab, he logged out of the chart to prevent others from altering his work. As if going to engineering couldn't wait until later. I've at least four hours before the report needs to be reviewed by him anyhow. Storming off of the bridge, Jason made his way to engineering.

He braced himself and placed a palm on the door to find that the way had been barred, again. Sighing, he banged on the door uselessly, slow, apathetic hits rather than anything more excited since she was unlikely to hear it through the metal frame. Sighing once more, though this one was full of resentment due to needing to apply more effort than he wanted into any given task, he pulled out his data pad and connection cable and began trying to hack his way through the engineer's palm scanner, but every attempt failed under her protective programs. He wasn't actually expecting to get in through this, but she'd see that someone was attempting to get through her door and likely be bugged enough to open it or at least figure out why someone was trying to bug her.

"C'mon sweetcheeks. Captain's sent me to do business in engineering and I certainly can't do it if you're always locking the place up tighter than a prized companion."
Sep said
My subs failed and said this post was from just now O_oSorry for sending you away Kessa, just trying to get the whole brisk Military guy fleshed out. First scene I've ever done with a romantic element, so tell me how you felt it went. IT wasn't really ROMANTIC but there was a romantic connection obviously between him and his wife, I've never played with this emotions before in my writing so it'd be good to know what you felt about it.


Dude. Having been in the military I understand completely. (I haven't read the post yet.) . I'll give/send you a critique tonight on irc if you're there or through PM if not.

Foster: ROTF. Dude. I'm a bona-fide frat boy. I usually rp female engineers with no interest in romance. This is a great rp.
Be female so Jason can be further misinterpreted as misogynistic when he tells her to go back to the kitchen! ;D
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