THE LEWIS AND CLARK

[inferis]

[You have woken up aboard the Lewis and Clark. It's a nice, clean, light vessel and everything seems to be in working order...at the moment. Explore!]

[[OOC: AROUND THE SHIP | THE CONTROL ROOM | THE DOORS | STASIS | DAY ONE OOC POST | PLOT CHAT | PLOT HUB]]

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[youfallback]

We all change. [Her voice is low and hollow, her gaze still focused on the door.]

[banshee_rider]

[She continues looking at Carolina, sure and unwavering in her conviction. Yes, John probably had changed. Kelly was fairly certain she had, too. But she'd be more then willing to wager it wasn't in the ways that would keep them from doing what they've always done.]

I know my team. He won't let me down.

[youfallback]

[Carolina holds in a flinch at the mention of team, reaching forward for the door to feel along the edges for anything that might open it.] Your team won't always be there for you.

[banshee_rider]

Then it's up to me to be there for him.

[Seriously, lady, what's your beef with teams? Also, she's watching Carolina mess with those doors with a growing bemusement.] Do you need any hep with that?

[youfallback]

[Carolina snorts before she can stop herself. Woops. Probably shouldn't be quite so derisive regarding the SPARTANs.] No, I've got it.

[banshee_rider]

Okay. [Kelly crosses her arms and leans against the bulkhead, watching Carolina. She wasn't sure what to make of these Freelancers, but appreciated the chance to just observe for the moment.]

[youfallback]

[Except she doesn't have it. Which makes her so, so mad. She hates not being strong enough, fast enough, good enough and as she tries to pry open the door, that frustration only mounts.]

Hold on.

[banshee_rider]

Holding.

[It's really kind of sad, watching her.] You know, Einstien once said that insanity was 'doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.'

[youfallback]

[Carolina immediately goes on the defensive, like she's been personally attacked.]

I'm not insane. [But the words do remind her that trusting her team again would be a mistake. Expecting them to not stab her in the back would be a mistake. That would be insanity.

Because she's clearly not insane already.]

[banshee_rider]

[Kelly's eyebrows go fully up at that. Certainly wasn't the reaction she'd expected.]

All I'm saying is the door hasn't budged. You might want to try something else.

[youfallback]

[Carolina almost snarls. Almost. Her temper is burning hot in her tone, though.] Then go try something else, SPARTAN.

[Preferably far far away from her.]

[banshee_rider]

[Kelly shrugs, hearing the anger and dismissing it.]

You're the one that's pulling on the door.

[youfallback]

You're the one doing nothing. [There's nothing holding back the snarl this time.]

[banshee_rider]

I was told to hold, so I'm holding.

[She delivers it matter-of-fact, since it was true; Carolina had told her to hold off, so she was. She wasn't just standing there, however; she'd been watching the door as Carolina pulled at it. Surely, it should have at least budged, bent, or dented, or given some sign of strain. Carolina was better armored than any ODST, even if she wasn't a full Spartan.]

[youfallback]

[Carolina snarls at the door and tries to give it a good yank, but it only results in her grip slipping from the door. She stumbles back a step or two and barely slaps a lid on what would have been a scream of frustration.]

It won't open.

[banshee_rider]

Thank you for establishing that.

[She's going to push off the wall and approach the door, looking for what should e obvious scrapes and scars from Carolina's attempts. There are none.]

[youfallback]

[Typical Castle crap, in Carolina's opinion. If it didn't want you to do something, it would be impossible to perform. She watches silently as Kelly investigates the door.]

[banshee_rider]

You should have been able to make some dent on this, if your armor's worth anything. [She glances back at Carolina, again sizing up the armor, and then runs her hand over the surface of the door.] Explosives might do it, but I don't have any on me.

[Said as if she'd forgotten lipgloss.]

[youfallback]

It is worth something. [Her departure from her world had left her completely unarmed except for a hookshot that won't be any good right now. And in regards to the explosives,] Neither do I.