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It felt entirely to boring to simply walk around and explore the ship. True I had never seen most of it, but it wasn't like you had to see the lowest depths of the ocean to know that it was very dark and very boring.
It had taken far to long to reach the promenade and once there it was far to difficult to even start a conversation.
Whenever I approached one of the rat people they stuck their fingers in their ears and screamed.
It wasn't very polite, in fact I would go so far as to point that out to them, but you try point that out to some one who is screaming at the tops of their lungs and see how far you get.
After a day or so of loitering about the promenade I decided to return to the cargo decks and see if I could find something interesting to do for the next few hundred years, who knows, maybe I'd find a book to read for a while.
I decided to take the long way back down by traveling through some of the old crew quarters. Most of them had "off limits" and "danger contaminated" signs pasted over the doors, but it wasn't like I could have gotten sick by being there.
It did not take long for this to become boring.
I began simply walking in a whatever direction took my fancy. Who knew maybe I'd find something interesting.
I was just about ready to throw myself down an elevator shaft to spare myself the trip down when I heard voices. Figuring what the hell I decided to go find out who was talking.
I walked quickly down a long line of halls before I finally emerged in what looked like a sort of Mexican stand-off. Both sides looked poised to attack.
Someone noticed me, not really sure who, I tried to act like I hadn't noticed them. After a few seconds the rest of them noticed me to. I had no choice, but to say something.
"Oh, don't mind me, please go about what you were doing," I said sounding as casually a if I had just walked in on a pair of dogs doing the tango.
Suddenly one of the one's with a gun grabbed me and pointed a gun at my head. "Smart move, smeg for brains," I said just as calmly as before looking at the one holding the gun to my head. I let out a long sigh as the blaster bolt hit my temple and sizzled out of existence. "See?! This will all end in tears, you just wait."
There was a long moment of silence, during which I rubbed my temple where the bolt had hit, not so much because it hurt, but rather because it seemed like the thing to do.
OOC - Well I haven't written in 1st person in a long time, I hope I did ok. I got to feeling it was about time to introduce Given to the rest of the crew and I liked the way this worked in my head. I hope I did OK, I'm not sure who to write when there are multiple people involved so I decided to leave it blank who was who.
I do have a few quick questions, but I'll do an OOC post next to ask them in.