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Post by 'Squid' on Dec 15, 2006 17:55:44 GMT -5
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Squid was tired and bored. This wasn’t really surprising. Squid had always been tired and bored, that was pretty much all he could ever remember being. Even if it had been more when he was stuck on his home planet. Slumped across the bar of the dining room, with the rest of the diner completely empty from people to serve, cook or make drinks for, it was suddenly very quiet for a place that was usually bustling with people to annoy him.
Or just Duke at the very least.
Chewing his lip lazily, enjoying the feeling of the two rings by his teeth far too much, and then rather absently pulling on the ring in his ear lobe after, he ran a hand through his- now too long- hair and then propped himself up on his elbows. The diner was different from the rest of the ship in that it had been attacked with paint a long time before, which was slowly starting to fade. The Federal’s had originally had it black-and-white with the reflective black top of the bar being the main point. Now it was a little menagerie of tables and chairs, with a galley of different stoves, ovens and what ever else could be counted as a culinary machine. He didn’t even know how to run most of them.
He would have preferred the diner black and white, too, like his clothes. Well, like his clothes had been. Today he was stuck in black trousers, a bright pink and grey striped top and his usual cookery ‘crown’. AKA the paper hat Duke patronised him with. Though, that was now sat on the other end of the bar.
He wasn’t wearing shoes because he generally hated them, just socks.
Green ones.
Some body kept slipping brightly coloured clothes into his wardrobe.
He sighed and put his head down on the cold surface of the bar, rather liking the cold feeling on his cheek. To be honest, night was pretty boring in space.
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Post by Captain Sanders on Dec 18, 2006 13:48:13 GMT -5
Okay, so maybe Squid wasn’t the only one on board who was actually… bored. In fact, even the Captain was getting bored now, but that was probably because they had been drifting through space for what seemed like forever, trying to get to a planet which seemed to be miles away, so, right at the moment, they were doing nothing but making their way through space, which did get tedious when you just saw plain black with a few shapes of planets and such in the distance. It also seemed like, the S.S.Awesome was starting to brake down again- but where on earth was the surprise in that?
Okay, so maybe the Captain also needed a better team? After all, the team he had at the moment weren’t exactly professionals, nor did he have enough of them. In fact, he could name them all right on the spot and remember their positions. (Yes, this was just because there were only three of them) Duke, Squid and Hinzenbeirg, they were? Pilot, Cook and Medic. Whoohoo, your memory is not failing you Sanders. So- snapping out of the daydream he was having, he looked around slightly, yawning before standing up, putting on his jacket before deciding- finally. That he was going to wander around the ship- which was definitely cold at the moment- mainly because, the ship was broken and the chance in air conditioning or heaters working? None.
So- he took a few steps out of the PENISpit, where he had just been sitting aimlessly, before wandering out of the door, entering a hallway and looking around, no serious concern showing on his face for anything, even though the ship itself was falling more and more apart each day.
Quickly, he wandered into the cafeteria, looking around before running his hand through his hair, yawning slightly again. He had then, noticed Squid leaning against the bar, wandering over and sitting on one of the stools, looking extremely bored, which matched Squid. Leaning against the counter too for a few seconds, before finally, deciding to talk.
“You bored? Same here, Lets do something”
Okay, so often, he did answer others questions to how he would like them answered before they even had a chance. Yay, Captain!
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Post by Duke on Dec 18, 2006 14:52:02 GMT -5
Boredum?... Oh no. Duke doesn't know the meaning of the word, even though he is fully equip with several intergalactic dictionaries of only the few of the many languages of the universe. Young Duke could entertain himself and find some sort of machine to talk to.
Right now though Duke is rolling down the corridors of the poor, neglected S.S.Awesome. What type of rolling? Well forward rolls mainly but he kept it interesting by doing a variety of rolls after every 5 forward rolls.
"1....2.....3.....4.......5.....Sausage roll!!" Is all anyone would hear if there was any crew on the ship to hear him.
His constant rolling had begun to lead him to the canteen where he was planning to talk to his 'soul partner'.
That's right, even Duke has daily plans, although most of them consist of 2 to 4 different things to do 3 of those 4 things to do have no real reason as to why he should do them and the most important thing to do everyday is to see Squid.
And to his amazement, he hadn't done that today. Once he had rolled down this corridor it was only two more corridors to roll down before he reached the canteen where he would proceed to sit and stare at Squid.
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Post by 'Squid' on Dec 18, 2006 15:12:00 GMT -5
All Squid could actually see was the Captain’s elbow and part of his arm and chest, which was not overly something he should have been able to recognise. Sadly, he had. Well, if he was honest to himself he’d known it was the Captain just listening to his footsteps with his one free ear as he’d walked down the corridor. He was just too lazy and too Squid to admit this to himself or lift up his head. Continuing to lean on the bar, he listened with out much enthusiasm to what ever was happening, though inside he was secretly very excited that he was being talked to by the Captain.
Basically, if he was talking to the Captain, his mind figured there were high chances of sex there after.
Or being completely blown off.
What ever.
“Like what?”
He still hadn’t moved, though he did change where his face was pointing so instead he was looking up into the other man’s- well, man’s, technically Squid wasn’t a man as there were no separate genders in his race- face. It was a little unnerving for most people, seeing as he had no pupils so it was realistically impossible for them to know just where he was looking, to be stared at by Squid. Though, no doubt people on the ship- permanent people- got used to it. Duke certainly had. Much to his own displeasure. Stretching out an arm over the cool surface, he wondered about rolling across the top to try and seduce him. And look like a right prat. Never mind. Blinking, his eyes sank down to look around the empty cafeteria. Maybe he should try it.
No. Don’t.
“Something I’d like?”
Ever since he’d been on this ship for a month he’d gained a one bloody track mind.
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Post by Captain Sanders on Dec 21, 2006 11:09:37 GMT -5
Okay, so if the whole ship was bored, there was always the little odd one who wasn’t at all bored and ended up rolling around the ship all day, in this case, that person was Duke. The Captain was completely unaware of Duke’s current rolling around the ship and just decided to lean against the table counter in the kitchen, recognising Squid as he had walked in, though to be honest, he had to recognise Squid, after all he was the only cook so it would be odd to have another in the kitchen. Man did Captain Sanders need to recruit more people…
It seemed that he would only recruit people if they didn’t want to come onboard, that was true. Though, depending on their skill level, maybe he would let them in? Yeh, sometimes.
Like what? Hm, well, something good Captain and seeing as how you only ever thought of a small range of things, one of those said-things, Ooh, Gambling, or Sex, maybe something else which he hadn’t quite thought about, though he was quite sure that the second one of his choices was the best.
Oh yes.
He had looked back towards Squid with a bored expression on his face, obviously not bothering to change it any time soon, wondering quite how long it was going to take them to drift through space until they could do something exciting, until then, he had Squid, didn’t he? Yes, but he also had Duke, which he had now noticed in the corner of his eye, sat by the doorway, a concerned look on his face for those few seconds he was sat there, staring before looking back to Squid as he spoke.
“Well. Yes, I’d say it might be something you like”
Agh, was Duke still watching? Probably, no doubt he would shut himself down soon though, right?
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Post by Duke on Dec 21, 2006 11:41:42 GMT -5
After rolling himself into a sitting position, which in this case was with his knees hugged against his chest and his hands placed on them, he watched the captain and Squid..
But mostly squid.
Nothing was really going on in his mind, he did however think about what Squid was going to make for lunch..or was it dinner time now? It's hard to keep track of time when you're having so much fun. No time to think of that now anyway. Squid is RIGHT THERE!
Duke had focused his blue coloured robotic eyes onto the both of them. Watching as if he was witnessing god, which I might add was one freaky sight. His robotic eyes never needed to blink and they looked like camera lenses zooming in and out with a lock-on activated and completely focused on them both.
His breathing didn't make it any less stranger, as he would breathe deeply, like a pedophile watching young children from the safety of his 'free candy' van.
Yep it was just one of those things you have to get used to while on the S.S.Awesome... Though I doubt anyone on the ship has gotten used to Duke's behavior.[/size]
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Post by 'Squid' on Dec 21, 2006 12:02:53 GMT -5
Squid hadn’t really bothered to notice Duke arriving, but that was perfectly reasonable when it was only the back of his head facing towards the door way. That and he was all too busy lamely trying to chat up the Captain for some excitement. He’d only just smirked at the reply when the breathing started. If you’d ever once seen Winnie the Pooh, just after Tigger had arrived and Rabbit was in the near vicinity, then you could understand what happened next. First of all, Squid tensed up so he looked more like a statue, then his face sort of contorted into a mask of sheer annoyance- and that was fucking scary, especially when Squid did it- before he snapped around to look at him. Freakily the movement was all at once, so it looked almost as if he’d span around Taz the Tazmanian Devil style. His hands slammed on the surface of the bar and he stalked off, just like that, with out any explanation.
With out even talking to Duke, either.
Not that he would bother any way, he never under stood him either.
That and he was more angry that there was no chance he’d be getting any action for at least another six hours until Duke left. And it probably meant the Captain would also leave. So, yeah, six hours sounded about right for him to wander back if he got bored. Or for Squid to formulate a plan that didn’t make him look desperate.
Grabbing a cloth from under the other end of the bar, he began to furiously scrub an invisible and non-existent stain right out of the surface, though it’s be far more likely if he just scrubbed right through the bar. Maybe that was his plan. Huffing loudly on purpose, he sent a glower down to where the Captain was still leaning and then to Duke, and then to the rest of the room’s invisible inhabitants.
Foul mood? Nah.
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Post by Captain Sanders on Jan 4, 2007 12:53:37 GMT -5
Duke was probably, one of the most scary android-like-cyborg-person on the ship, no doubt that he was also the only one, but, that was all too obvious. Unless of course, another person had in fact slipped onto his ship without him knowing, which could be quite likely.
So, he was having a nice little conversation for Squid for what? Two minutes? Before Duke had arrived in the vicinity, in which he had noticed the heavy breathing firstly, his head, slowly turning to look at who he had thought was. This did actually look quite like a motion picture, when suddenly, something happens in the background and they slowly look around to face their doom. However, this time, it wasn't quite the Captain's doom, it was rather just one of those very scary moments in your life in which you wish that you were in fact alone and not with a psychopath.
A confused look was just about all that was needed to define how the Captain was feeling at the moment, well. Scared rather. But hey, who on earth was going to get used to the behaviour that was Dukes? Eh, it wasn't going to happen.
The Captain had turned back to look at Squid after that, watching as he scrubbed away at the invisible stain and then looking back towards Duke, as if trying to decide what to do, completely unsure on the matter, Blinking a few times, he yawned to himself before going to sit on one of the stools in between the two, pretending to be working something out on his fingers before doing some sort of crazy Captain-only sign language to Squid. Two hours? I want food in two hours? If you don't kill Duke in two hours you'll die? Nah, looked most like, 'I'll see you in two hours, if I can get rid of that really annoying Duke, maybe I should throw him off board next time we land?' Sign Language shit, that the Captain had made up within a few moments.
Oh joy, this could be fun.
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Post by Duke on Jan 4, 2007 13:12:38 GMT -5
Duke still sat there, mesmerized by his captain and crew mate. There was no particular reason as to why he acted this way, but this was just Duke.
He stopped his heavy breathing for a moment and thought, that's right the moron can think. After about 10 minutes or so of his non-existent brain fighting over what to do with himself he eventually came to a conclusion..
Duke stayed in the sitting position he pulled his feet closer to his body and he Lent forward, this then caused the rest of his body to fall forward and then he was back into the position he was in to start with.
You probably guessed it. He was rolling again, but this time he did it slowly as not to disturb the other beings in their 'natural habitat'. Once he was sure they were either looking away or just plain ignoring him he would roll again, as a lioness would sneak up on her prey, but this scene looked a lot more retarded then that.
Slowly getting closer to the two, closing the huge gap between him and his love. As if the atmosphere wasn't awkward enough. Duke knew how to catch his crew mates by surprise.. Well half the time. Squid had gained this kind of Duke sense.
Similar to that of Spider- man and his sense of danger. It could just be some sort of natural, animal reaction when danger is near. Which, sadly, humans don't posses (normally).
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Post by 'Squid' on Jan 4, 2007 15:19:02 GMT -5
True, Squid did have a sort of ‘Duke-sense’. He needed it, too. Of course, it wasn’t a fully-functional thing. Sometimes it slipped up. Or sometimes he just couldn’t escape Duke’s killer predatory senses. (Well, not killer, just predatory.) His mood was not improved much by Captain choosing a neutral place to sit right between the two of them; actually, it made it worse. Squid was a very odd person, in that he pretended to have a flippant, uncaring liking of the Captain, when really he’d much like to just stamp over people who tried to make moves on him while he was present. Sort of ridiculous. Especially since he honestly didn’t care when it was the other way around and the Captain was going for people. Okay, that was a lie, if he were present when it happened he got agitated and started to chew his own lip. Right now he didn’t, though, instead he began to scrub- if it were possible- harder at the surface of the counter, before flippantly giving up and throwing the towel away as if it were about to bite off his hand.
If you were interested, it landed on the floor just beyond the bar. (This annoyed him even more because he was going to have to pick the damn thing up later.)
Leaning back on the bar and crossing his arms stubbornly, he scowled and only just caught the Captain making the odd hand motion out of the corner of his eye, which generally didn’t look like he had at all, seeing as his eyes effectively looked like they were looking straight on what ever. PENISing his head to one side and twisting it to the side to try and understand, or look like he didn’t at least, he smiled when he thought he got what was going on, before his eyes travelled and saw the sight of Duke rolling slowly in the room. He huffed loudly and then strolled back into the kitchen section.
He was hungry, for God’s sake.
That all written and done, he started to search for something he didn’t have to cook, that no-one else would want.
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Post by Captain Sanders on Jan 11, 2007 11:17:52 GMT -5
Taking one deep breath, the Captain had ever so easily placed himself upon a seat in between the other two, probably one of the worst places to well... place yourself when these particular two people were in the same room at the same time. Well, Captain never really thought, did he? Or at least, he didn't really think that much unless it was thinking about one of the five 'important' things in his life.
Important, to a normal person would be their families, ones own life, certain material objects which meant importance to their family. Captain's however were slightly more... dramatic.
The Captain probably didn't feel all that safe at the moment, to be honest. After all, he was sitting on a seat with his back to Duke, just watching as Squid continued to scrub the invisible stain with some interest, though having the occasional shiver up his spine as he had the feeling that Duke was closing the gap in between himself and his 'lover'. Turning slightly to watch him for a few moments before deciding to turn away again. Good plan.
As he turned back, he decided on just watching Squid walk into the kitchen section, feeling kind of awkward just being sat in the room with Duke and deciding to wander backwards, leaning against the bar for a few moments, looking around.
Oh lord, this was very... awkward again.
So, what was the Captain going to do to 'solve' this problem? He'd just stand there and whistle, awaiting Squid's return, which made The Captain wonder, just how long this 'return' would be, especially with Squid prowling around the Canteen.
[[ Bah, crap post, again. ]]
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Post by Duke on Jan 11, 2007 11:36:05 GMT -5
Duke had finally managed to roll himself next to one of the bar stools..
Once again Duke's machine brain did some thinking and came up with a question which he'd most probably find the answer of in a few minutes..
Sure he could think, just not that fast. The question he asked himself? Well the question was 'To sit or not to sit?'
The answer of such a question normally takes a few moments. Now wasn't an exception, it took him a whole 7 minutes to think of an answer. And during his thinking time the poor Captain had to deal with him sat on the floor staring at the chair.
The answer was an odd one indeed. Duke stood up on his own two legs a fast as possible, he put on a grin and stretched his arm out to wave at Squid, who Duke knew had gone off to look for food, and shout in a lovingly loud voice.
"SQUUIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIID~! <3 "
Being a moron he didn't take into account that he might just scare the shiz out of his Captain and crewmate... But he had a special skill of doing that on a daily basis. [/size]
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Post by 'Squid' on Jan 11, 2007 12:03:53 GMT -5
Good. Captain could suffer the awkwardness of having the mentally retarded cyborg in the room with him and no-one else. Squid suffered it almost daily. More then daily, hourly. Thanks.
Rooting through the cupboards- of which there were three and one was empty, but they were all very deep- he would more then have liked to have stayed there much longer deliberately. But he wasn’t that cruel... Was he? He seriously considered that option as he clawed out an old case of beer bottles- two were empty, he’d drunk them- and heaved it onto a work top. Yes, heaved it. The bottles weren’t ordinary sized, tiny things like humans were accustomed to, these were things the size of his arm. Made for bigger creatures. Pretty fucking strong to. Capable of blinding people. (Okay, he wished it would blind Duke. That’s the reason he had it. Only, he had wound up keeping it for himself. He needed it, so he figured.) Idly moving one into the empty cupboard and considering climbing in there with it, he moved it back and then withdrew a normal sized case.
He wasn’t going to be mean. He’d let them have some alcohol.
He’d just stooped down to take off a plate similar to chips, only spicier and not made of potato, off the cooker when Duke shouted.
Of course he fucking jumped. Actually, outside by the bar all they probably heard was a yell, a very heavy clang as Squid’s head struck the collection of pans above the cooker, and then a lot of swearing and clattering.
He came back out of the cooking alcove looking a little bit angrier then he had before, which was probably difficult to handle. Dumping the six-pack of booze onto the bar, he muttered ‘here’ before putting his bowl of chips down and lazily eating one. With the spicier dip.
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