[closed-ish] an' I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation

[beatupgrass]

Who: Rocket (beatupgrass) & various quest-goers, etc.
What: A catch-all for quests, etc.
When: September through October-ish??
Where: Various places.
Warning(s): Rocket's mouth, mostly.



[A catch-all for any quest logs I've made plans with. If I made plans with you during the CR meme for quests when they go up (or if you just want a thread), and I don't have you on plurk, PLEASE do not hesitate to PM me to do a starter for you. I would absolutely love to.]

Comments

[errantdetective]

Don't poke him! [Toby swats at Ren's hand.

She frowns, listening to the sailor speak, then looks at Rocket.]

Weird looking how?

[thedarkbond]

[Ren swats back at Toby, giving her an impressively deep pout for the intervention.] If you're going to act like it's rude to poke people, then don't hit them either...

[As for the matter of Magda, Ren frowns a little, trying to find a way to describe him.] He's very...like someone from Earth would describe an alien, I guess. Mottled skin and black eyes kind of like a weird frog or fish...

[As far as he remembers, at least.]

[beatupgrass]

I'm gonna hit both of you in a second. [WHY IS ROCKET THE ADULT.

But as he would have utterly failed to describe Magda properly, he's glad that Ren has that covered. He points at him.] Yeah, that's it.

[The sailor says "Yes!" at the same time as Rocket does, and tries to sit up again, putting a hand on Toby's shoulder to steady himself. "Could one of you get my pack? I need to..."

The bag is a few feet away, open, and Rocket hops over to it to investigate. Most of the stuff inside it is rations and some money and a few tools.] Hey, good news, man. He, uh, didn't take your money.

[The sailor groans.]

[errantdetective]

It's not poking in general, it's-- oh, never mind.

[This is not a fight worth getting into, probably.]

You don't know where he went, do you? Did he say anything?

[thedarkbond]

[Ren may take a brief moment to blep his tongue out at Toby as soon as she's looking in a direction that's not at him, but other than that, he doesn't pursue the argument any further.

Instead, he goes along with Rocket to inspect the contents of the pack.] If he was planning to leave, you'd think he of all people would have been prepared for what things are like out here...I wonder why he needed to steal anything at all...

[Short of the technology, which honestly just seemed kind of like a spite thing to Ren.]

[beatupgrass]

[Rocket feels like this interrogation isn't interesting anymore and wanders a little further into the smoldering trees.] I'll check for footprints. Or something.

[The sailor shakes his head. "No... The second I saw him, I was just out." He looks plaintively over at Ren and his pack. "There was a compass and an astolabe among my things. Are those still there?"]

[errantdetective]

If they didn't take the money, maybe they left those?

[She glances over at Ren.]

And if not, well, those are probably replaceable, right? Why would he steal those?

[thedarkbond]

[At the question, Ren starts to sift through the bag, though there really isn't much in it. He's already frowning slightly in thought by the time he's gone over all of it and established there's no compass or astrolabe to be found.]

No, sorry, they're gone... [He glances back and opens the neck of the bag a bit in hopes that the sailor can see it from over here. Which...he doesn't really seem to be able to, judging by the way he squints.]

They're both for navigating, so I think we can figure he's headed somewhere specific...but then, why he didn't bring those along in the first place? He didn't seem like the type to make a half-baked plan like that.

[beatupgrass]

["I can't help you there," the sailor sulks, looking miserable. "He was in a hurry and not interested in being followed. That's all I know."

Rocket rifles through the snow alone, following the sudden scent of faulty wiring until he finds the gun half-buried in snow. For fuck's sakes, he even ditched the thing he wasted time stealing. What is wrong with this guy?

He returns to the group, holding the gun in both hands, as gingerly as one can hold an unstable device.] Looks like we got Nurray's prize, anyway. Bastard ditched this on his way out. Guess if it wasn't working, it wasn't worth havin'