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un: apollo2

[solarcharged]

Hey, Amos. I need that mechanical/engineering brain of yours again. This time for an opinion on whether I'm being dumb about something or not. These locked doors, have you tried opening them?

[tumang]

some of them, yeah
why?

Action

[donkeyballs]

[Alex is still looking at his terminal, lodged in his sling so he can read it free hand, frowning deeply to himself as he knocks on Amos' door with his good arm.]

Hey, Amos, you see this, yet? I don't like this one bit--

[tumang]

[ That's what you get for walking in without knocking, Alex. You get Amos, sitting on his bunk, running a hand over his... shotgun, checking that all parts are present and accounted for and that it's locked and loaded, ready for action if necessary.

Still, he looks up when Alex walks in, eyebrow raised. ]

Yeah, I saw it.

un: mag

[spinals]

hi amos
are you okay
what do you make of the whole roster thing
ps its kat hi

[tumang]

[ Wow, what an awkward text. ]

i'm fine
i don't really care, as long as no one starts thinking they can order me around
volunteer groups is probably the best bet, without need for a hierarchy
why?

un: botanist

[contorta]

I have a favor to ask.

[tumang]

yeah?

audio; un: quicksilver

[supersonic]

[ Not long after the meeting in the mess hall, maybe even as soon as Amos checks his communicator next, there's a message waiting for him. ]

Hello. It's Pietro. We met on the first day?

[ When he was a spectacular pain in the ass about being in space? Yeah. And lo: not even the hint of an apology in his voice. It sounds more like he's clenching his jaw and trying to remain businesslike at the same time. ]

I have a question for you, when you are free.

[tumang]

[ Amos doesn't have a communicator anymore, so it has to wait until he's back in his quarters, playing messages from the console by the door.

Oh. That kid. That's going to go just great. Still - there's Naomi at the back of his head, telling him to behave. Amos starts recording a reply with a loud sigh. ]

I'm listening.

audio; un:castiglione

[oorah]

We have a situation.

[tumang]

[ Immediately, Amos sits up at the words, body not wasting any time to get on high alert. ]

What is it?

A couple days after the shit storm

[donkeyballs]

[ Alex had been letting himself go, the last week or so, beard a little longer than usual and hair a little poofier - but that isn't the case now. He's meticulously groomed himself, half out of nerves and half out of stalling while he tried to figure out how to do this. But in the end this was something he had to do, because he couldn't leave things as they were. He wasn't going to be the cause for a rift in his family if he could help it. Especially when he'd finally figured out that he was wrong.

So it was that he found himself outside of Amos' door, one arm still in a sling and the other holding a plate from the mess hall with a weird layered thing that looked vaguely reminiscent of a cake, if cakes came in flesh colours.

He realised when he got there that he didn't have a hand to knock with, and sighed to himself, before carefully reaching out with a magboot and tapping the door with his toe.]

Uh... Amos, you in there?

[tumang]

[ Amos had also been letting his beard grow, but it was carefully maintained, something he was very conscious of rather than letting it happen. He wasn't sure why he was, apart that he liked it.

He also had been carefully avoiding Alex for a while. Since their fight, and calming down, he'd made a decision - if Alex didn't want him to care, then he wouldn't. He knew they both had said things they didn't truly mean, harsh words meant to hurt as much as bullets could. But now, Amos was living his life, just... without Alex in it.

It didn't feel good. And Amos was trying to find a way to apologize, some way that would make sense, that would let Alex know that Amos had gone too far, even if it came from a good place. He just wasn't there yet. He didn't know how to.

Which is why he's startled and unsettled when Alex knocks on his door. Amos stands from where he'd been checking over some tools at his desk, and pushes the open door button. He doesn't say anything. ]

un: gunny

[marineris]

[Not long after Bobbie overhears the fight between Amos and Alex, her armor appears on her bed, just like that. After weeks of searching, it feels less like a miracle and more like a trap. When she checks it over, she realizes it's charging by itself, albeit slowly, and that all of the weapons are missing. She has no way to know if it's been tampered with further, so her immediate thought is to text Amos. And hey, maybe she can figure out what the hell was with that argument, too.]

hey, do you have a minute? i need your help.

[tumang]

[ The console in his room beeps just as Amos finishes getting dressed for the day, tying the arms of his jumpsuit around his waist. He lets out a noise, then swipes at the screen to read the message. ]

yeah
where?

text.

[oddbod]

Grav's back on. Still alive, right?

[It's two in the morning, and she's wide awake.]

[tumang]

still kicking

[ It's 2am, and he's not going to sleep for another couple of hours, if at all. ]

what's keeping you awake?

voice;

[donkeyballs]

[ When Alex calls Amos, his voice is strained, pulled taut like he's about to be sick. ]

Amos -- I'm- I'm in my old room. I need you to get down here and see this.

[ There's a pause while Alex's stomach lurches again. ]

... we found the video.

>> action

[tumang]

[ Amos gets Alex's message, and doesn't bother replying. In minutes he's over at Alex's room, walking in without even needing to knock. ]

The video of what?

text.

[oddbod]

Someone just anonymously texted me to ask how I'm able to orgasm.

What did you do?

[tumang]

i'm going to kill him

[contorta]

( prax is sitting in the mess hall when amos walks in, limping while he gets his food. he gives a wave when amos spots him —and when amos joins him, he asks: )

Are you feeling better? ( and then: ) What happened to your leg?

[tumang]

[ Oh, man. At least Amos is feeling like himself again, not weepy, not numb, not - nothing. Just Amos.

But Prax immediately zeroes in on his leg, and that's. Well, a story he isn't sure he wants to tell. ]

Hm. Frank's dog bit me.

[contorta]

( after this thread: )

amos

[tumang]

hey doc
what's up?

after kamala messages him

[donkeyballs]

[ He has no idea where Amos is, so he just kind of wanders around the station until he finds him, stopping by all the usual hang outs first. When Alex finally spots him, he jogs up closer. ]

Hey, what happened? I just got off the comms with a very angry girl sayin' that you hit Frank?

[ He sounded confused, and concerned, and quickly scanned over Amos. ]

You feelin' weird again, or did he do something? [ Those are the only two reasons he can see for Amos lashing out. Amos was violent, but not randomly so. ]

[tumang]

[ Oh, for fuck's sake. Amos grits his teeth and clenches his fists for a second, taking some weight off his injured leg. ]

Did he do something? Yeah, he fucking did something. When I was feeling weird, I let it slip that I slept with Clara, yeah? Didn't think anything of it. And now I find out that he's turned around and went to her, asking her about her intentions towards me.

[ Amos squares his shoulders, looking straight at Alex as he points out towards the upper decks. ]

Who the fuck does he think he is, that he'd go and do that? Why the fuck would he do that? Why would he care? I can assure you, I am not the unhinged one, in this situation.

un: rocipilot

[donkeyballs]

[ It's not urgent so he's just sending this as a text for whenever Amos checks his console. ]

How the hell did I forget the love of my life???

[tumang]

the fuck are you talking about?

[ It's a few hours later. Sorry, Alex, Amos was otherwise occupied. ]

text; un: slothbaby

[morphogenia]

For the record: leaving someone you knocked unconscious in their room alone with their dog is a terrible thing to do to not only to them, but the person who finds them later. If you're going to beat people up, at least have the decency to call for help afterward.

[tumang]

he's lucky I only left him unconscious. And I don't know who you think you're talking to, but decency isn't exactly a concern of mine.

I knew he'd be fine.

During the Music Event, Post Prax kiss

[donkeyballs]

[ After talking to Prax, Alex goes looking for Amos. He checks all the usual haunts, and wherever he ends up spotting Amos, he heads over to him, Like a Virgin blasting through the station. ]

Hey, Brother.

[tumang]

[ Where he ends up finding Amos is by a maintenance shaft door, starting to open it because fuck it if he will not go through every inch of crawl space on this station to try and find these cursed speakers, or the console controlling them.

He pauses when he sees Alex, though, wiping his hands on his thighs. ]

Hey. What's up?

id: botanist | forward dated to stage 3

[contorta]

Amos.

[ thank god amos has a communicator again. prax sounds a little - agitated. ]

Amos, are you all right?