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Orange sits at a lunch table with Blue and Lime, despite Limes protest. "Damn MIRA bootlicker..." Lime grumbles, clenching their shorts in their fists as Blue and Orange talk about whatever, mainly work stuff and MIRA though.
There is a circle consisting of only Green and a drunk White as Red stands in the middle of the circle and flexes how "good" of a pilot/captain they are, like they didn't almost just crash into an asteroid earlier if Purple didn't save their asses by grabbing the yoke and steered away. "Wowwee, captain!! You sure are experienced!!!" Green says cheerfully, stroking Reds already large ego. White drunkenly giggles and covers their mouth as they swirl their wine as they nod and as they lean against Green. "Heh.. I know, I know!" Red says as they wave their hand dismisively "You two aren't too bad yourselves!!" Red states, stroking Whites also already large ego and giving Green a slight boost in confidence.
Brown and Yellow sit across from one another as Yellow names the pizza toppings on the pizza. "It's prosciutto, fig, and uhhhhh..." Yellow pauses, forgetting the topping. "Bulgreecican feta!" Yellow and Brown say in sync "Wowwww!! Twin souls! Must be Geminies!!" Cyan says as they push Yellow and Browns hands closer, making them touch finger tips, both Yellow and Brown blush slightly.
Black sits in the corner on the cafeteria, trying to avoid everyone while they eat their pizza and glare at everyone.
"Say," Blue says, "have you seen Purple lately?" They question Orange, though Lime responds instead "They got punch and than ran off." Lime looks up at Orange "Why don't you go check out what they're doing?" Lime says, clearly just making up an excuse for Orange to leave them alone. "Lime," Blue trys to scold Lime for being rude, but is interrupted by Orange. "ahah! Ok!" Orange says happily, clearly not being picking up on Lime just wanting them to leave.
Orange hops up and off the seat and prances off towards security. Blue glares slightly at Lime. "That wasn't very nice, Lime." Blue scolds "Eh. Who cares. Its just another brainwashed MIRA employee!!" Lime says as they swirl their finger near their head, calling Orange crazy.
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Orange stops outside of security, hesitating for a moment before fully walking in. "Heya Purple! How's work treating you?" They question as they approach the security guard.
Purple glances up at Orange, clearly unconcentrated. "Ohhh.. Hiii Orange..!" Their words slightly slur while they speak. Orange pauses for a moment, looking down at the night guard. They couldn't have POSSIBLY boughten alcohol to the ship. Right...? They are about to question Purple, but is interrupted by said night guard tugging weakly on their blazer and giggling slightly.
Orange narrows their visor at the drunken night guard. They place their hand under the night guards chin, making them look up at them. "Purple, you haven't brought any alcoholic beverages to the ship, have you?" They question. Purple purs at their touch. "Mmmmm.... no.." they finally answer in a mumble.
Orange removes their hand, causing Purple to let out a disappointed whine. "Hmmmm... what would've caused this than..." they mutter to themselves and narrow their visor, trying to think of what could've caused this. "You look cute thinking." Purple giggles and tuggs on Oranges sleeve, wanting them to bend down to visor level so they could see them better. Orange instantly blushes and feels warm, stuttering slightly. "Uh I um.." they fidget with the corner of their blazer.
"Um... I'll uh- talk to you later, Purple..!" Orange finally says, trying their best to avoid looking at Purple. They speed walk out of security.
Purple reaches their hand out to stop them from leaving, though they are about two seconds too late. Purple sinks into their chair before grabbing the rest of the punch in their cup and chugging it in defeat.
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As Orange quickly escapes security and heads to communications, they bump into Black. "What the hell are you running around for??" Black says in their usually annoyed tone. "I uh..." Orange mutters. Black notices Oranges nervous demeanor and blush on their face. They look Orange up and down. "Did something happen in security?" They question. "Ahaha! N-no! What makes you think that!?" They both just stare at each other for a moment.
Orange let's out a breath they didn't realize they were holding and speed walks pass Black. Black watches Orange speed walk off to communications before shaking their head and walking back into the cafeteria for more pizza.
Orange slams the communications doors, via the panel that supposed to shut it normally but always slams it. Orange grips the table in communications. "What the hell was that about?!" The mutter to themselves.
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Black looks behind them as they enter the cafeteria, slightly expecting Orange to be following them. Black shrugs and walks to the pizza table and grabs two slices.
Yellow and Brown walk over to Black. "Ay Black, what was all of that about?" Yellow questions. Black stares at them in confusion. "Y'know, Orange running off like that and you leaving soon after?" Yellow explains which Brown nods in agreement. "Oh, I left because the party was getting boring. Than I bumped into Orange all nervous and blushing coming from security-" "SECURITY???? I thought Purple hated that MIRA bootlicking scrum!?" Yellow exclaims, to which Brown looks equally as shocked. "Yea I think we all did."
Yellow leans in closer "what do ya think happened?" They question in a quieter tone. "I dunno. But Orange ran into communications and slammed the door." Yellow leans back, whispering something into Browns ear that got a chuckle out of them. "Well," Yellow says as they put their hands on their hips "if you see or hear anything, tell us!" Yellow says as they take one hand off their hip and pats Black on the back. "Will do." Black mutters as Brown as Yellow walk off.
Black grabs their plate of two slices of pizza and walks back to their table. "Black!!!" Cyan yells, waving their arms around trying to get their attention. Black sighs and looks at them. "Black!!! sit with me!!!" Cyan yells despite them being maybe ten feet apart.
Black drags themselves over to Cyan's table and sits across from them as they eat. "Ok ok!! So!-" Black completely zones out while Cyan is talking.
"So, what is your opinion????" Cyan questions. "Wait, what?" Black says, finally snapping out of their trance. "Were you not listening??" Cyan questions in a saddened tone. "No." Black responds bluntly. "Blacckkkkk!!!!" Cyan whines.
Red is still talking about how good of a captain they are. "Greennn... don't you want a taste of wine???" White questions with a slurred words as they swirl their glass of wine infront of Green. "Oh! Sorry White. I don't drink unless its for birthday partys!" Green exclaims cheerfully. "Pfff," White blows air from under their visor, aka mouth "whatever floatsss your boat, Greenie!!!" White chuckles before going back to nursing on their glass of red wine.
"H-hey!! I'll drink some! I ain't no sissy!" Red exclaims as they wave their hand dismisively. "Mhmmmm..." Red takes the glass of red wine and takes a big gulp of it before gagging slightly "augh???!! Why's it taste like that??????" They question, holding it away from themselves like it'll bite them. White taps their chin "its like... old wine I got for my birthday in like... Australia or something... it was like, 200 bucks.." "And it tastes THAT bad????" Red askes, astonished. White shrugs and takes the glass out of Reds hand before sipping on it again.
Blue looks at the doors of the cafeteria before turning to Lime. "Lime, have you seen Orange return?" Blue asks in a concerned tone. "Eh? No. They're prolly still bothering Purple." They mumble. "Ah... maybe.. I hope nothing bad happened..." Lime annoyedly blows air from under their visor. "acting like they're a kid or somthin.." Blue glares at Lime for a second, than softens their stare. "Lime," they put their hand on Limes shoulder, Lime tenses at the touch, glancing from Blues hand to their visor. "I care for all of you equally. I just don't want them getting their feeling hurt by Purple." Blue hesitates "You know how they can be to... any dedicated MIRA employee, like Orange or Red." Blue removes their hand.
"I guess.." Lime Grumbles and looks away from Blue. Lime pauses "Why is Orange so dedicated to this shitty company?!? Is their pay THAT good or something!??!? Or are they secretly an alien trying to get us to trust them and MIRA so they could eat us and sell our DNA to the government!?!" Blue stares at Lime, amused. They chuckle "I dont think its that last one." "Better safe than sorry.." Lime mumbles.
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Purple lifts their head up from their desk. "Ugh..." They groan, head pounding. They rub their head, also ruffling their fur/hair in the process. "What... happened...??" They mumble to themselves, trying to recall the party.
They rub their visor tiredly. Than pause, remembering their drunken conversations with Orange. "You look cute thinking.." They instantly feel hot. "Aughhhhhhhh!!!" They groan before slamming their fists on their desk.
"Why did I say that!?!" They angrily mutter to themselves. "I THOUGHT I got rid of those feeling!?" They grabbed the rim of their hat, pulling it down over their visor, hiding in shame. They glance towards the door of the security room, it's shut. Good. They wouldn't want anyone hearing or seeing this.
Purple looks back at the screens infront of them. There is no movement. Purple sighs. They look at the empty cup of punch knocked over on their desk. "Could this have been spiked?" They question to themselves. "Who would've done that though!?" They crush the plastic cup and toss it into the over flowing trash can to their right before flopping back into their chair for more sleep.
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Orange stares up at the ceiling of their assigned sleeping quarter, still wondering if Purple ment what they said or not.
Orange pushes themselves up before rubbing their visor. "Ugh... Why would it even matter..?" They question themselves in a whisper. "I would just reject them if they asked anyway... right...?" They hesitate "I mean, its against the rules..! Plus they hate MIRA..." they rest their face in their hands. ".... and me.."
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"... I need to figure out who spiked the punch..." they finally mutter before flopping back onto their back and staring at the ceiling for the next five hours.