forum See you, space cowboy (space pirate bounty hunter RP, OPEN)

Started August 12, 2018 by @WriteOutofTime

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"Then it can't be the pressure. Gimmie a sec." Being small enough to do so, she began to crawl through the pipe until she was out of sight. She was heading to the controls to see if there was a malfunction there.

Faye flopped onto her stomach with another loud groan to show how much agony she was in.

"Whoever's whining needs to shut up," Daso called, still sitting in Ellen's room considering it was too hot to move.

"DASO SHUT UP!" Faye screeched at him, "YOUR LAZY ARSE IS SITTING BACK IN THAT ROOM!"

"Don't tell me to shut up when you're the one that's yelling!" Daso shouted back. "I'm just sitting and minding my own damn business!"

"INSTEAD OF HELPING TO FIX THE AC?" She bellowed from the pit of her stomach back at him.

Daso stormed into the room Faye was lounging in, his arms crossed. "I'm sorry, are you helping with the AC? No? That's what I thought."

"No, because I am the lady of the ship." Faye gestured away from herself dramatically.

He narrowed his eyes at her. "You're…the least ladylike on this ship. That's including me."

"I'm (maybe i don't remember) the oldest, therefore, more ladylike."

"Well I'm certainly not the one with the title 'most ladylike'." Ellen shouted, joining in on the back and forth quipping. "Maybe Kris is! Oh wait, she's too greasy."

"Considering you're both greasy, I'm technically the most ladylike here," Daso pointed out, running his hands through his incredibly well-kept braids.

"Alright. Daso wins the title." Ellen chuckled.

He struck a dramatic pose, flipping his hair and winking. "Thank you."

Faye scoffed. "You're not even…" She rolled her eyes and laid back into the couch.

A large clunking echoed from the roof above their heads.
"Hey! What are you do-" A couple muffled scuffles. (ha that rhymes.)
"Gotcha! Now you, my friend, have some explaining to do!" Cries a triumphant voice, and the ceiling panel falls to the floor. Down jumps Kristine, holding a very small, scruffy, potato-like thing.
"This was clawing at the pipe - it went all the way down to the main control room! I don't know what it is, but the pipe needs some major repairs, or else the AC will be worse and worse." Kristen displays.

"I can patch the crack." Ellen said, quick jogging into her room and returning with a can of sealant.

"You can't fit through the pipe, it runs all the way down the ship. I'll have to do it. Anyway, who wants to deal with this?" Kirsten asks, lifting the potato-like thing even higher.

"What the hell is that even?" Ellen asked. "I'll toss it out the airlock."

"No, no. We need to interrogate it. Here." She placed it in Ellen's arms, which it bit.

Ellen cussed, holding it out at arms length while searching for a bag or something to put it in.

"The fuck is that?" Faye sat up quickly to try and survey the thing closer.

"I don't know!" Ellen grunted. "Get something to put it in"

"I…" She grabbed up a plastic bag she crammed into the couch (she was too lazy to toss it) and stood up with it.