where have all the cowboys gone

[kaijuice]

Passengers: Silco + Inmates - (& Any interrupting Wardens)
Location: Dorms + Loading Bay + Storage + Vents
Date: During the Warden All-Hands Meeting
Summary: While the cat's away, etc. Starters in comments.
Warnings: Will edit as appropriate.


William's out the door, a reluctant straggler. Silco counts (one sumpwater, two sumpwater —) before clambering out of his bunk. There are certain advantages to a shared room, to a Warden who takes calls there.

So there's a meeting, is there?

"The first man to watch the Command hallway," Is abrupt, directed to the room about him. "Will be rewarded."

Silco pauses at the door, flips the collar of his coat up. An invitation to anyone within:

"I would not count upon this lasting."

He doesn't linger to see whether it's been taken.

Comments

[rank1]

"Sure," he replies, weighing the other sock in his hand.

When he throws, it's an athlete's pitch, a real four-seam fastball. The sound it makes hitting the forcefield has him curling his toes in his sneakers. What if it broke? Would the whole ship crumple in the vacuum of space, sending debris shooting across the stars and their bodies spinning out, sucking the air out of their lungs? Would they make a sound? Like when you step on a cat toy, maybe?

This shit is so cool.

"You think it ever goes down?"

[kaijuice]

"The ship's power can be strained," Silco taps a finger against the rail — "They divert functions under stress. If we cannot engineer an asteroid field, there may be another way."

And so long as the door's broken, any disruptions can be scaled.

"Easier than hauling them over one by one."

Presumably. Whatever bizarre fortune shattered that blade, perhaps it also precludes the necessity of breath.