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After the rendezvous in the closet, the segways had gone for a stroll around the ship. Surely it was an odd sight to the people gathered in the mess hall to see two segways, one a dull gray and another hot pink, ride past them at a slow pace, handlebars touching lovingly. What would assuredly be odder was their occasional "tripping" over on another and revving their motors loudly for all to hear their passionate making out. They were in love--and no one could take that away from them.

About that time, Quinn had made his way to the kitchen, where he shouted something about losing his segway. He turned to Johanna and asked her quickly, "You have a segway, right?"

Johanna, though, was fighting the urge to brutally maim the pilot for daring to ask her such a question on such friendly terms. She barked a short yes and said she had seen it pass by with another, though she told herself it was none of her business what her segway did in its off-time. She questioned his reasons for asking, to which Quinn replied, "I think I hurt its feelings and now it's going to get your segway pregnant!!"

With that, he rocketed back out of the kitchen and down the hall, finally stopping near a closet. From there, he heard quiet motor sounds coming from the small room; he burst in with no hesitation--not even a knock--to find the two transportation devices entwined in some form of segway lovin'. Despite his need to gag at the sight, he grabbed an umbrella from the room and started to beat and yell at the two.

The segways responded to this by running over his feet and speeding out into the hall, assumably to some other, less easily raided location.

Johanna had, of course, followed Quinn--knives at ready--after he flew out of the cafeteria. She wasn't sure what she was going to do, but his statement about segways becoming pregnant was enough to make her want to cut some weak, Quinn-flesh.

((Miss Murder is the nickname DeMi gave her, and it's a very crappy one based off of that AFI song, so don't use it or I'm going to cut you into pieces. razz Just call her Johanna, that name's based on a much BETTER song.))

The chef scratched her chin briefly after the question, turning slightly to face the newcomer. Her eyes searched the ceiling before replying.

"I dun know." She then looked the man in the eyes, cocking her head to the side and continuing. "Zhis is just ze ingredients for ze evening meal. No one has told me what zey want yet besides zat girl, and she is no longer here!"

Quinn looked up at Johanna from the floor he had set his keister upon so as to grab his feet more effectively. A smile crossed his lips.

"Hey, long time no see," spoke the pilot under his breath. He stood up and leaned against the wall, looking her face over curiously. "You looked stressed out. Is everything okay?"

"That's not important," shot back the girl. "And it's not like you really care anyway." She grabbed her elbows and shifted her weight to another leg. "I heard you haven't been doing too well yourself lately."

He chuckled and shook his head at this statement, pushing his hand through the air as a sign of nonchalance. "I've been all right, I just had some scuffles with some people and--" A shrug. "I... don't know. There's not really much to say about it all. Things around here just aren't the same as they used to be."

"Yeah, I know."

"That was Quinn, local dumbass & pilot to the ship. We entrust our safety to him on a daily basis." He looked up with a bored expression on his face. "Does that bother you?"

"Ok, Wheres this ship registry?" Tom said wondering who would let a guy pilot a ship thats thinks seg-ways can have children... "But anyways I'd really like to meet the captain of this ship. Kayako right?"



(Quinn is a very funny character.)

"Yes, she can bend the laws of physics." Tom laughed but then thought if she could actually do that. "Is she on the bridge? I havent met her yet."

The silence seemed to last forever.

Quinn and Johanna could only look at the floor, neither being able to find the right words to say, much less the right attitude. Johanna shifted her weight again and the pilot crossed his arms--the woman leaned against the wall and Quinn turned his head away. This went on for several minutes.

I don't know what she wants... Why is she not saying anything? She must have something she needs to get off her chest.

Why won't he say something? This is so unlike him... to just let it all hang in the air like this.

They could only question each other's silence in their minds, unwilling to break their own or make the first move themselves. Neither could have explained whether it was an issue of pride or of fear--neither could decide who should be the first to speak. So many uncertainties and possibilities and tragedies haunted their minds, so many potential consequences and difficulties. Who could explain them all and make sense of them all? Who could explain who was right and who was wrong? On both sides, there was guilt--perhaps more on one than the other, perhaps in exchange for shame. As much as one could rattle meaningless dribble at another about their feelings or assumptions or beliefs, both knew all the words that they would try and use to formulate their thoughts would only fall flat in the face of the other's thoughts, feelings, assumptions, and beliefs.

After a moment, Quinn allowed himself a look at the woman's face. Clean, smooth, and attractive was the least of what he could say. Beautifully short black hair cascading down to the shoulders of her thick leather coat, deep hazel eyes peering--out of a face that was almost artisan's dream even without make-up--and at the floor beneath her heavy boots. Quinn explained to himself that this was beautiful, but he then let his mind wander to other thoughts of her.

Sharp wit with a stinging dash of cynicism, yet a sweeter side won control of her mouth from time to time. Easily angered when caught in a lie or even a truth. Argumentative. Expressive. Lack of self-esteem, not often shown. And deathly afraid of spiders. That made Quinn smile.

He could not put together the words to summarize her existence, nor could he explain whether or not it mattered to him.

In what seemed like an eternity, the pilot pulled himself up off of the wall, and, turning to the woman with no name, embraced her tenderly, wrapping his arm around her head and pulling it as close as humanly possible.

Again, the silence seemed to last forever. But so did the sound of their footsteps resounding from the opposite ends of the hall.

((Melodrama, WHEEE!! xd ))

He started to slam up on the door to try to make it move. He went as far back and went full speed and slamed into it busting the board and open up the door. Reiku grined and looked down the hall before he went to the bridge to find Kayako to tell her quinn busted out.


Reiku enter the bridge and looked around. There was no one there and the ship was still on autopilot. He sighed and walked back out toward's the hanger. " I should get ready to launch soon... And head back toward's home to see Rose.. " He walked up to Twilght and climbed into the cockpit and looked at the compac drive.

((Way to push that kid around and give him the ol' what for!! xd ))

What a bombshelll that was. Rain was feeling all squishy inside because Ryouki was standing up like a man and apologizing and explaining himself, but then that breaking news of the century came. Rain sat staring at him with wide eyes and mouth agape.

"F... for... real?" she asked, con- and dumbfounded. "She's your... sister?" Rain lowered her gaze and her eyes roved around like they were searching for something. She then looked up again and gripped Ryouki by the shoulders.

"You have to tell her!" she said to him, shaking him. "Something big like this, she has to know! She has no memories of her past or anything, you need to tell her! You don't know what it's like to live your life wondering where you came from and what your past was, wondering if there were people you were close to and who they were. It's awfully lonely."