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mechcharlied‌:

After recovering herself, Charlie did her best to help in anyway she could around the beach, despite the throbbing in her head and the pain in her thigh.  She had been helping shuttle all the supplies she could manage off the ship when she happened upon a woman she didn’t recognize, and she bit her lip as she sat down next to her.  “I doubt that heaven would hurt this much, if it exists”, she admitted, offering a hand to help the woman.  “Do you think you’re okay to stand?”, she asked tentatively. 

“I doubt that heaven would hurt this much, if it exists.” Well, she was right, and Grace would sigh if - hey, it didn’t hurt her ribs. But again, she had to move anyway, or else she’d likely be abandoned or used as a food source later on. “I’m fine,” She nodded at the younger girl and fought against the new force of gravity, bringing herself up to meet the other��s gaze. “Just a little mentally scarred is all.”

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newtonoakford‌:

Newton considered himself incredibly lucky after crashing into a new planet relatively unharmed. It gave him the opportunity of exploring the territory better than most of the crew. He glanced towards the source of the noise he had just encountered, surprised to see a woman. “Sorry to disappoint, but I believe we’ve landed on a new planet” he clicked his tongue, tilting his head for a moment. “Although, no one knows what heaven looks like, there’s a chance we all died in the crash and this is it…” he trailed off, looking down at the woman. “Are you okay?”

Disappoint was a bit of an understatement. The worst moment of her life suited this better. “Wonderful,” she blinked up at the sky. It occurred to her then that it had been decades, almost a hundred years, since she’d seen a clear sky, or any sky at all. If this weren’t the end times, she might be teary. “I fucking hope this is heaven, or else I’m suing.”

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gabbeltran‌:

Gabrielle had almost tripped with the woman lying on the ground. She felt a mix of relief as she realized she didn’t stumble onto a dead body and embarrassment because of her clumsiness. Crouching next to her, she let out a breath from the effort. “No, uh–I’d say this is more like hell. You need any help to get up?”

If she could, she would have laughed at that. Alas, somewhere between her body aching insufferably and her soul too crushed to muster any, Grace remained silent until she forced herself onto her elbows. “I’ve got it,” she grunted, though the help would have probably soothed the stinging in her legs. “Thanks.”

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milenagoh‌:

Milena was one of the first volunteers to try to get the trapped out of the wreckage. She wasn’t going to let any more die unnecessarily. Finding a woman just crawling away from the wreck, she quickly ran to kneel by her. “You’re safe, don’t worry,” she soothed, trying to assess if the woman was injured. She didn’t know shit about first aid, so she didn’t even know where to start.

That was the problem. Grace didn’t want to be safe; she wanted to be dead, or better yet, dying, even if it hurt. At least then all of this would be over and she would stop having to live with this constant regret - not simply from choosing a defective ship, either. “Do you know what you’re doing?” she asked hoarsely.

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lorelaicrewe‌:

Office, oh how the word was music to her ears. So unlike her own cramped workers quarters, she could take cover there, find supplies. If this ship was crashing she wanted to be somewhere where she wouldn’t have to share her space. Somewhere where she could control her surroundings. She was looking after number one. 

She stumbled after the other woman, trying to keep her footing, determined to keep her in her sights. Hopefully whatever was happening would fix itself, or one of the AIs would complete a repair. If not she intended to survive. “Don’t suppose you have a closet in there? Or somewhere else we can take cover?” 

Grace then wished she had a closet, but unfortunately she was not given such a luxury. In her current state of denial, she became momentarily preoccupied with the bitter thought of not being placed in an office that had something as simple and convenient as a closet, before she snapped back into the present.

“My desk will have to do,” she breathed fast and heavy as she swung her door open and gripped tightly onto whatever she could get her hands on, inching closer to the underside of her desk as she crossed the room.

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I’d love to relax but it’s just not realistic

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Grace was yearning for death. When the ship tanked, she was sure it would come, but as she stirred awake and peered up at the motionless sky she was left unsettled. Her body didn’t feel like her own. It hurt, surely? There was throbbing and aching, but she’d still somehow stepped outside of it and was able to crawl to a measly puddle, just to stray further from the wreckage. It didn’t take long for someone to find her. “. . . Tell me this is Heaven,” she murmured. “Or anything in between.”

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lorelaicrewe‌:

The ship lurched again, the floor seeming to drop for a moment before her feet came into contact once more. Lorelai went tumbling, landing hard on her hands and knees. Before she had been worried, now she was petrified. 

“I’m never meant to say something isn’t working until I’m certain…” She was trying to sound confident, flippant, but her voice was shaking too much for that, terror all too evident, “But if I had to guess, I would say we were crashing.” 

She grabbed onto a nearby table, trying to pull herself to her feet, legs still shaking, or was that the ship? “We need to move.” She said, mind running at a million miles an hour, “We need to get somewhere and take cover. We need to get away from this space.” 

There was a long pause where Grace could feel her brain shut off and begin to reboot. Crashing. Not malfunctioning, crashing. Falling out of the fucking sky. She stumbled around like a rag doll with blank eyes, trying to piece together a coherent thought.

“Are you serious?!” she hissed, her pulse beating against every pressure point in her body as she stumbled near an exit. “S-Shit, this way, my office is this way.” It was the nearest possible hideout, she assumed, by the ten steps she had to take to attend the holiday party. Her only concern was the abundance of office items that were at risk of falling and giving them brain damage.

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Grace didn’t know exactly how to react at first; in fear, panic, or perhaps an eerie calm as she found some place hollow and roofed to hide. There was no detail in her job description that gave her any leverage in this event, unless someone was speaking in another language and she could use her belt of mother tongues to assist them. But there were no discernible words in that room, just screeching and crying. 

She was rather annoyed.

Her breathing picked up against her will, like her body was attempting to kick start her into some sort of emotion that made sense in the moment. Grace went with haste. She skirted around halls, peeking into rooms and ultimately being thrown from wall to wall. Eventually, she landed in a larger room and managed to catch herself on a counter.

She looked to a man who’d approached her, furrowing his eyebrows at his opening sentence and gritting her teeth together as she braced for another lurch. “Wait for this shit to be over and I guess we’ll see!” she yelled, her knuckles glowing white against the counter top as the world around her jostled.

Hannes pressed his hands on his ears when a loud, ear-piercing screeching sound interrupted whatever anyone had been doing. Followed by a low crash and rumble - then the floor shook, sending Johannes to his knees.

“Women and children to the shuttles, immediately! Immediately!” 

Pressing himself up on his feet, Hannes took a second to review his exploration walks to remember where the shuttles where located - then he looked around. The noise was unbearable, now partnered with panicked screams, people running around, falling, getting hit by debris. It was bad. Very, very bad. His hands were shaking. ‘To the shuttles!’, his body yelled at him, muscles sharp and aching.

Johannes took a deep breath, then looked around and ran to someone who seemed to be part of the crew. He had taken an oath, afterall.

“I’m a doctor - how can I help?”

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Grace was reasonably buzzed from the party, which she at first denied the invite to but ultimately caved because, well, free food, and two, if she didn’t socialize soon she’d be screwed by the time they reached Abellio. 

When she first felt the lurch, she was almost certain it was just her tipsy body swerving uncontrollably across the floor - but then she noticed that she wasn’t the only person to ragdoll into counters, tables, and walls. She found herself hunched over the bar, her clammy hands gripping the edge of it.

She jumped out of her skin upon feeling a hand catch her. “Fuck!” she exclaimed. “I’m fine, Christ! What the hell is this???”

Her head was spinning, heart thumping, sitting right at the back of her throat. That was what tended to happen when a ship shook like that, it had a way of messing with you, leaving you feeling as if your body was no longer your own.

She felt sick. What was happening? Ensuring everything on the ship was working properly was her job. Now, obviously, something had gone wrong. She should never have attended this stupid party. 

Stumbling along with the shaking ship she began to move forwards, hand catching the first body it found, “Are you ok?” 

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Sandra Oh for People.