[Open] Is This Hell?

[Alexis Parsons]

Alexis Parsons sat in the far corner of the Med bay. Not much was known, much less understood. There was nothing to do. The crew was healthy, their vitals checked out properly. Though everyone knew that everything was far beyond okay. None of them seemed to remember what had happened before their mission. The only remainders of their lives back on earth was the skills they had learned. From time to time Alexis would remember fragments. Distant sounds, smells, blurry faces but she was never able to understand what they were. This was something that was shared among the crew. Everyone was confused and scared. No matter how many times they tried to send back a transmission to earth they received nothing but static.  So here they were, floating in space with rations that were suppose to last them a year. Some crew members struggled to keep their spirits up. Many were convinced that something was deeply wrong and they were being lead to their deaths but there were others that wanted to deny that they were off course and lost in space. For a the doctor, these matters only made her frustrated and unable to even carry on the slightest conversation. She was silent for most of the day as the others around her reacted with confusion and fear to their discoveries of that morning. They didn't know where to go or even who to talk to. Even with all her psychological background, something she had been taught in order to help the crew with both their physical and mental health, she didn't want to carry on any conversations. Her understanding of general medicine far out weighed any amount of therapy she could provide and for this she was thankful. It wasn't expected of her to do so, but she was suppose to be there for anyone that did have any breakdowns. Something she would approach with what medicine she could. Her medicine of choice right now was a bottle of bourbon. With each sip a memory threatened to come forth, but she was left only falling deeper and deeper into her misery. She wanted to be alone, among the things she was suppose to know. At this point she didn't feel as though she was a person, only a thing serving a purpose. There was no doubt that the others would be around the ship processing what was happening. She could only hope that none one would be looking for her or getting sick anytime soon.

MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0

[Zacharia Bradley]

Zach wanders along the halls of the ship, not sure where he was really going, or what he was even doing really. He scratches at his head before returning his attention to the small hand-gun in his hands that he was currently tinkering with. He tightens a small spring while holding the gun in place with his other hand. He looks down at the work he's holding, not really paying full attention to his surroundings as he blindly navigates the corridors. Every time he comes to a dead end he would simply spin around and wander in a new direction to keep on going. He takes a left turn down a long hallway, making his way past a few doors before walking through a door that opened automatically too him as he passed through it. He stands there, tinkering away for a few moments, unaware of anything around him in the moment.

He finishes adjusting a tension coil in the release mechanism before letting the breach slide closed and snap back into place. He grins satisfactorily and nods before tucking the gun away in a holster on his belt. He takes a look around and notices the attractive med bay officer holed up in the corner drinking for the first time. He dusts himself off a bit and wipes his hands on a rag that he stuffs into his back pocket. He runs a hand through his hair as he walks over towards her. He stops before her desk and gives a little wave to her as he does. "Hey there miss Medic. It's...Alexis, right? I'm Zacharia,.....well Zach. In case you don't remember that is. I'm the weapon tech for the ship. Never know when you're gonna need a gun, right?" he says with a sheepish grin.

He clears his throat quietly as he stares at her. He lets his eyes drift to the bottle of bourbon she was taking pulls out of. "Oh wow. Hitting the sauce huh? Not that anyone would blame you, seeing as how we're all stuck in...." he makes a broad motioning gesture, "...this mess." He walks over to the side of the desk and slowly takes a seat on it as he watches her reaction. "Mind if I join you?" he asks. He gives her a little smile as he nods towards her. "I know you're the shrink round here, but if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm probably available. I doubt I'll be doing much besides playing with ammo anyway, right?" he says with another grin towards her.

[Alexis Parsons]

Alexis looked up from her drink. At first she swore it was just a trick of the mind but became aware that another person was indeed in the room. He introduced himself. It was something that Alexis felt was rather odd considering she knew most of the crew from the beginning though her memories were rather vague. In all fairness she didn't really say much to the guy, but remembered him as the weapons guy. This probably burned in her memory better than most things considering firing a gun was not exactly her strong suit. Being the perfectionist she was she didn't like the idea of others doing something better than her but she was such a painfully bad aim, that she did wonder at a time how she was even able to pass the basic tests. "Unless your guts are spilling out, or you are having a nervous break down, I am not interested in talking." She said curtly as she took another sip of bourbon. Part of her was half expecting him to leave if she did her best to ignore him. "But yes, that would be my name. That's a good skill set you seem to have. Seems like memory recall is normal for the most part." she gave a bit of a sigh, her voice dripping with sarcasm, as she looked up at the ceiling to nothing in particular. As she leaned back in the chair and looked up at the wiring and tubes above her she began to wonder how much longer they could really go on like this. Alexis wanted to think that without contact from mission control, they would be drifting off to their deaths. What was the point? They were lost and there were no longer missions or contact coming in from earth. Most of them had little understanding of what exactly they were embarking on the moment they suited up and got ready to launch. Where that got them now was in a far more curious situation than any of them could really begin to understand. Not only were they lost physically, but mentally as well. Alexis knew she didn't even have he ability to give counseling. For the most part her idea of therapy was handing out drugs. Who could blame her right? She was a fix it and move on kind of girl. Talk therapy wasn't her strong point. When she looked back down to see that Zach was still in the room with her she rolled her eyes. "Look. I am not going to beat around the bush here. We are fucked. I think everyone else on this ship knows this. Most of us are mentally preparing ourselves for our deaths. We might as well fly into the sun at this point because I doubt we are going to last very long without any contact from control. We are drifting further and further along with no idea where we are. Once we run out of food, that's it."

MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0

[Zacharia Bradley]

Zach raises an eyebrow and feels a smile crawl across his face as he listens to this poor woman drone at him. He shakes his head a bit and wanders around the side of her desk, picking up some kind of instrument off of it and tossing it up into the air. He catches it and spins it around in his fingers as he watches her. After a few moments of this he sets the item back on her desk and walks over to lean on it again and watch her. "Boy....you're really good at your job, aren't you? I mean like...you must be really good. I feel totally refreshed. Like a new man. Thanks to your inspiring words I'm ready to move on with my life. Just pick right up, plop myself down in that corner, and let myself waste away to nothingness.", he says with a nod.

He smirks at her as he makes a dismissive gesture. "Of course, that's what I would say if I were some worthless sad sack. I mean, come on lady. You're supposed to be the one in charge of keeping us all sane and safe? Good lord. If you give that speech to some of the weaker willed crew members they're likely to actually try acting on it, woman. Jeez. I'd say maybe we should switch jobs, but I've seen your proficiency scores, don't forget I graded most of them myself. You won't find a better shot on this ship, I promise you that. And aside from the fact that my memory is jarred like everyone else's, it seems to be fine, thank you very much." he says with a nod. He straightens up and dusts his backside off as he circles closer to her.

He waltzes over to her and takes the bottle from her less than firm grip, assessing that's she's probably had a fair amount, not to mention how much was missing from the bottle, but that might not have been all her doing. He gives the bottle a swirl before taking a long draw off of it. He makes a satisfied sound before offering the bottle back to her. "Well if you're just going to get all sad and dismissive perhaps it's better if we're both quiet then? I mean hey, if world's over and we're all gonna die then why not enjoy a last roll in the space-hay, eh?" he says with a wink and a chuckle. "I mean, why not right? If we're all gonna die and all?"

[Alexis Parsons]

His speech warranted an eye roll from the doctor and just when she was about to take another sip from the bottle it was plucked from her grasp. Her eyes shot up to see the contents of her bottle of whiskey, being consumed by none other, than the annoying idiot that currently polluted her personal space, or so she thought. Her cold glare was still locked on him the moment that she was handed back the bottle. "I doubt the crew cares what my scores were. I was trained to sew people back together and give them the proper amount of medicine, to evaluate DNA, to research..I am sorry if my therapeutic skills and my shooting skills aren't up to par, at least according to you. I was told most of everyone was in good mental standing and I wouldn't have to worry about giving a talk therapy session. Do you really think they would be that stupid to send us all up here with a budding psychopath, much less someone that wants to just fling themselves out the escape hatch?" The bottom of the bottle hit her desk with a slam, luckily not breaking, and she rose to her feet. "Look Butch Cassidy....I don't really give a shit about how my words will make or break others. Not one of us can remember a damn thing from our past, so what is there to be upset about other than the present situation?!" At this point she was livid. "I want to live, you don't see me throwing myself out the fucking door without a suit. The others are doing the same damn thing I am right now. The only difference is I want to be alone." With that she headed towards the door and out to the hallway. Grant it, she was stumbling a bit but her stubbornness was keeping her from realizing such a thing.  After a few minutes she found herself starting to cry a bit. Alexis didn't really understand why, she couldn't remember a thing about her life but that was perhaps why the tears were coming in the first place. There was no doubt that she was growing rather frustrated at this point. Unsure if Zach had followed her her not, she turned and headed into mess hall, assuming that nothing of any importance would be going on in there. She was quick to wipe the tears away from her cheeks just in case before wandering over to one of the tables and taking a seat. At this point she thought perhaps she should wait for dinner. It was only a few hours away right? To be honest Alexis was a little unsure of the time.

MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0

[Zacharia Bradley]

Stubbornness was a quality that would have to be beaten out of him, not just mind warped away. He follows her as she slinks from the room, stumbling her way along the corridors as she blindly walked it's route. He secures the weapon he had been tinkering with in a holster on his leg and pull another from his hip and begins to field strip it as he walks behind her. He follows, focusing mainly on the weapon, as he knew the corridor layout fairly well. They had only been awake a short time, but already he had done enough wandering to know the layout of the ship more or less like the back of his hand. The turns she takes he in turn makes several seconds behind her, wondering if she'd even noticed that he was following her yet or not. There was combat training in his past, so he still knew how to move stealthily enough to avoid detection if need be, not that he was really trying to sneak about, but you know, didn't wanna set an on edge person off their rocker either.

She wandered her way into the mess hall and slumped around until she found a table that suited her and she took a seat, looking rather distant and confused. Slowly he would follow suit, taking a slow lap around her as he finished re-assembling the gun. He slides it back into the holster and casts her a glance, wondering what she was thinking about. A silver pocket-watch is produced from his pocket as he flips it over his hand and catches it, hitting the release to open the watch face as he gazes at the time. With a snap the watches clothes and he swings it in reversed and catches it and tucks it neatly back into his pocket as he shifts in his seat and continues to watch the troubled psych officer. "You do know....that it's 2 in the morning, yea? No ones gonna show up to serve you a meal for a few hours yet love." he tells her quietly.

An eyebrow is raised at her, gauging her for any form of reaction as his hands fidget with a salt dispenser on the table. What was it they said about idle hands again? Pressing off the surface of the table he stands back up and orbits back around to the side of the table she was sitting on. Gingerly he takes the seat next to her and fishes around in his pocket again. "You gonna be alright doc? I'm getting kinda worried about you. Anything I can do to help you out?" he asks her calmly. A flask is produced from his vest's inner pocket and he unscrews the cap. After taking a sip he holds it out and offers it to her. "I know you've been drinking already, but maybe a little more will help....well, a little more? Don't really know your tolerance or anything." he states. He looks around the abandoned mess hall and then back at her. "You hungry? I'm not the chef, but I imagine I could whip something up for you."