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Derron caught the flying pants and just stood there as Sergious ran out of the room. With a blank stare, he looked around. He walked back to where everyone else had been, still holding the pants.

"Hey Logan, catch"

And with that, Derron threw the pants at Logan and sat down on a nearby couch.

((I need more sleep . . . or someone could just shoot me. That would work too.))

CD mumbled to herself, shading her eyes against the suns glare despite her sun glasses. Her pale yellow eyes matched the glaring sphere that hung high over her head, making sweat run down her temples and the small of her back. A bag was slung over her shoulder, filled with packages and containers that were filled with food. In her hand there was another bag, this one filled with her supplies for the infirmary. So far, her little shopping trip had been going well, she had gotten her supplies fairly cheap, and nothing was trembling or twitching from exertion. CD smiled to herself. She had managed to find a few treats for everyone else, including something for Valco to make it up to snapping at him earlier.

Logans reflexes weren't too good, as the wad of pant smacked him in the face. "Remind me to scrub my face until it bleeds." He shouted, though heavily muffled by the jeans, as he ripped em off and threw them at Koraj, who suffered the same fate.

"That would require them ever getting laid." CD remarked dryly as she passed the group of males. "Which is highly unlikely." She gave them a grin and tossed a few packages at them. "Junk food, be happy. Everything else is good for you, you're lucky I managed to find what I did." With that and another leering grin at them CD retreated to the relative safety of her kitchen to put things away.

"So? It might take some time, but it'd be worth it." Blade replied to Valco. "The way that solar paneling is strategically placed would be perfect for the Gestalt's design." he persisted. "Urk...Blade, I'll be right back." Valco cut him off as he made his way down the hatch. Maybe he just didn't want to hear it right then. Blade returned him a nod of silent acknowledgment. It was at that moment that Derron had sent Sergious's smelly pants flying across the room, smacking Logan in the face. Blade couldn't help but laugh at Logan's muffled comment, before the short man sent the garments flying at Koraj. It was then that James and CD entered and piped in with their smart remarks. Blade shrugged off their taunts as he picked up another one of the magazines, which was a Nomad gun catalog. The magazine was littered with all kinds of custom designs. Blade had already read that one before, however, so he tossed it back into the pile. "Hey, don't look at me. That biosculpting one ain't mine." Blade replied as he shuffled through the pile for another interesting one. "And you guys seem to forget that I'm married..." he trailed off as he began to drift into his own thoughts. Blade always told the crew he was married, and technically, he still was. He and his wife had separated, but never officially divorced. He was still kind of hung up on her, being that she was the only true link to his unknown former life; the only remaining evidence that there ever was one. And at the very least, they did share that common bond. Blade never really talked about it, though. He'd just drop vague, subtle references every now and then on a whim. Blade quickly sprung up, catching the packet CD had chucked at him in passing. "Thanks, CD..." he said as he looked over the package. It was a preserved pizza MRE, which was a generally cheap, long lasting food supply. All of it tasted pretty much the same to Blade. "Aww, not this s**t again." he complained as he read over the ingredients. "What the hell is this crap supposed to be, anyway? It all tastes like pre-chewed newspaper and saltpeter." he said as he flopped the packet down on the table atop of the magazines. "Isn't the cook supposed to cook things anymore!? You're slackin'!" he called out loud enough so that CD could hear his light-hearted taunts. He then looked around the table to James and Logan. "I think she's holdin' out on us..."

James laughed and caught the package before turning to look at Blade. "Yea, we know, but then again..." he said trailing off having been hit for saying what he was about to. Without bothering to look, and due to the fact that he still had on the heavily insulated gloves he wore when fixing the engines, he proceded to open the bag and dropped a frozen candybar on his crotch. Jumping up with a shout of, "OHMYGAWDTHAT'SCOLD!" the candybar shot off of James and proceded to fly towards Logan's nose.

(( xd is there going to be something that's not sent towards Logan's face?))

Logan turned to the sound of James, only to have a frozen candy bar stab him in the eye. "OWOWOWOWOWOWOW THATS COOOOOOOOOOLD." He winced as he pulled it out and hurled it back at James. "MY FACE IS NOT A TARGET!"

Once again James caught the candy and laughed a little before saying, "Sorry midget, it was a bit of a shock to me too, though you obviously got it worse, but what I wanna know is how did she keep this thing frozen long enough to pull the entire thing off?" The only thing he could think of was a portable fridge, or that there was a hidden compartment somewhere on the Gestalt that was realy cold but either way it was funny. After a couple of seconds the candy was defrosted enough for the engine mechanic to take a bite. "Mmm, nice."