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He enter the lounge and sat down on the couch and closed his eye's. He felt something walking up his leg and swanted at it and knocked it off. Again this time on his arm. He open his eye's to see one of Medri's little spider computers looking at him. " holy!!!" He stood up and flung his arm seading the little spider crashing into the table.

Apparently Dai's feet lead him back to the hangar, it wasn't a surprise to him because since he had been on the ship the two places he spent the majority of his time were in his room and the hangar. So Dai just shrugged as he arrived outside the hangar. He slowly walked in the hangar and proceeded immiediately to his LFO. He climbed to the top only to lounge about on the area just behind it's head. After eating all that food, he felt that it was time for him to take a nap.

He slipped out of Johanna's grip & went back to his 'cooking station.' "To eat is a necessity, but to eat intelligently," he paused & took a pose to help emphasize his point further. "That is an art. One of which you know nothing of I might add." He started with a knife, the one that he had gotten from Johanna & she had been reluctant to take back. "Besides, all the traps went off during the fight. Hell, I cleaned up the damn place, even set a few off myself."

((You've made that painfully obvious))

"Now maddam, that iz zem, und zey are not I." It should be obvious what is happening now. "Oh, & if you try stabbing, cutting, or poking me with that knife, I'll break it." Just to shake things up a bit, he put all the things he had taken out back. Since Johanna had yet to sit back down, he carried her back to the table & sat her down next to him.

Johanna was glad that she didn't have to use her legs to get back to the table, but as soon as he set her down, she slapped him for no discernable reason.

"Don't do that," stated the woman bluntly. "I'm not a child." She then rested her elbows on the table and watched the chef perform her magic.

Meanwhile, in the brig, Quinn was screaming. "NOOOO!! LET ME OUT OF HERE!!" He eventually resorted to other forms of entertainment, taking off his socks and using them to talk to himself in funny accents. With the broom he had found in the closet, he fashioned a scarecrow-like figure dressed in his other clothes. The pilot called the broom, Howard, though he cared very little for the name itself.

After hours of chatting with his habiliments, Quinn had become enraged and broke Howard's spine, eventually ending up shrieking and crying in the corner of the room furthest from the limp clothes bundle. His legs would occasionally push off of the floor as if trying to place the man past the wall his back rested against, but as much as they tried, the wall maintained its stance. This situation was only exacerbated by Ozzy Osbourne playing over the ship radio.

Reiku turn and growled. " You people don't know the meaning of true rock music. Your cought up in your rap music." He walked down the hall and grabed the cd and walked back and put it back into the cd back in to the cdplayer. "And one you don't EVER turn off the prince of darkness Ozzy Osbourne! " He cracked it up and sat back by the cd player so Domanic coudn't eject it again.

"Attention crew. I hate you all, mostly Dominic. Thank you and that is all."

This was the announcement played over the loudspeaker, from a very disgruntled Kayako. The blasting music, the yelling, the annoying banging....it was throwing off her groove! And as any sensible person should know by now, one should never throw off the commander's groove.

"GRAY!!! Where ARE you!? I have news, you monkey's butt!!!"

With the announcement over with, the purple-haired girl continued on her search for the blue-one, who was most likely lurking somewhere close by. Knowing Gray, he was holed up somewhere trying to escape the noise, or doing something completely unrelated to the situation.

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Somewhere, frozen solid by thought patterns that no one should have, Ryouki promptly fell over, out cold. Well, more like in shock, but still somewhat conscious.

Poor boy, he just didn't have the guts for these sort of encounters....or, at least not yet. After all, he'd spent most of his adult like in a KLF or snooping through military files. So naturally, he knew nothing of the ways of crazy hippie women.

"Weeell........That was....something......"

(((This is all my brain could muster. O_____O Also: SHO!!! I'm gonna do it!!! Don't make me do it!!!)))

Quinn banged his head against the wall repeatedly, because that's the best way to get over murders you've committed. The broom had been placed in the corner of the room under a rug with a stray board Quinn had found that was coincidentally engraved with the following:

R.I.P. HOWARD
---BROOM
DATE - DATE

The pilot had lost track of the days since his imprisonment and simply formulated his own time-measurement system while in the cell. Essentially, "DATE" specified when the individual was killed--in this case, in the time of Quinn's anger, abbreviated to simply "DATE"--and "DATE" elaborated on how the individual died. This is self-explanatory.

Nonetheless, all of Quinn's headbanging would not get him out of the room. He walked up to the door and tried to coax it open.

"Hey, door, if you open, I'll give you some yummy grease!" spoke the man quietly, though the door remained stoic, speaking nothing and hearing nothing. Seeing his only escape route closed before him, Quinn continued threateningly, "... You leave me no choice then..."

Quinn then turned the knob and walked out into the hall.