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[ima_npc]

Who: Dumb jerks with amnesia
Where: A dumb spaceship in space
When: Day 02

[YESTERDAY SUCKED maybe today will suck marginally less???]

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[fandisservice]

And they assured that by locking me in the fucking airlock? That sounds less like some asshole hacker with a clever backdoor in and more like someone here.

[court_chesster]

Could be both. They filled the ship with some kind of knockout gas and tied Charming to the engine. The rest of us woke up in the rec room.

[fandisservice]

That cinches it, doesn't it? Just a matter of dragging the right bastard out. This place have security videos?

[ Starting to stride off to check the possible security videos, clearly expecting to be followed, since he's continuing to address him as he walks ]

[court_chesster]

[Welp. Following along, then.]

The computer hasn't been helpful. It's not talking anymore; you have to go mess around on the console.

[fandisservice]

Time to find out to what degree I'm tech-illiterate then, isn't it?

[ TIME TO LOOK AT THE COMPUTER CONSOLE. as long as it's not a DOS prompt and it's modern, he can handle it. ]

[court_chesster]

[No, it's fairly user friendly and has a touch screen and lots of documentation.]

There are a lot of records missing. Shield and I couldn't find anything to show what happened.

[fandisservice]

[ cool being from post-cyberpunk land with mad scientist bro and dad is helping

though not that much with all the data missing. little frustrated growl and he kicks at a desk leg, impatient. ]

Is this thing hooked up to the AR network? Search a way to restore all the missing shit.

[court_chesster]

[nope, no clue what that means]

I don't know? You could give it a try.

[fandisservice]

Fine.

[ GONNA OPEN UP A BROWSER TO ATTEMPT AN INTERNET SEARCH-- restoration of deleted data. tech wizardry. ]

[court_chesster]

[There is no internet, though the computer helpfully opens up some information about the attempts it is already making to recover lost and corrupted data. It seems entirely unclear about how long this will take, however, the numbers fluctuating wildly.]

[Carne watches over his shoulder.]

I think it's because it's been physically damaged. I had it make me a kit to start on some repairs.

[fandisservice]

[ ghh out of his depth. he can follow the basics but absolutely no way he can help it along. ]

Tch. Yeah, I won't be getting anything out of it this way.

[ Spins around in his chair, sulking. ]

[court_chesster]

[sighs, a little disappointed in spite of himself]

You hungry at all? I could go for a bite to eat.

[fandisservice]

After being locked in there? Hell yes.

[court_chesster]

Come on. I found some things that are actually kind of tasty in the food machine.

[fandisservice]

No need to aim that high, edible is at the top of the priority list.

[court_chesster]

I think we can manage that, too.

[fandisservice]

All I'm fucking asking for.

[court_chesster]

[To the cafeteria!]

I recommend the roses.

[fandisservice]

[ Punches that in. ]

Almost feels like I should be saving this shit for a special occasion. Sing for my supper and have someone fling them at the stage.

[court_chesster]

You can still do that if you like! I don't mind flinging a few roses.

[fandisservice]

[ Leaps to the top of a table without anymore prompting than that.

Apparently being an amnesiac hasn't stopped him from remembering how to be embarrassing. Though it does mean he remembers absolutely no lyrics. POINTING: ]

Tell me, any special requests before I take the mic?

[court_chesster]

[Laughs a little]

Something to lift my spirits.