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[Caught staring out, Dojima loses sight of Adachi pretty quick. Can't blame him for being distracted.]

...Hey, wait!

[He hurries down the hall, but not without glancing out each and every window as he passes by them.]

You can't just go around opening exits!

Aww, c'mon, Dojima-san. It's not really space, it's not like it's going to suck me right out into that screen-window-thing and I'll explode.

[Dismissive - too dismissive. Adachi starts pushing the open button on every door he finds, and doesn't stop until...a large, tentacled purple creature stares down at him from behind one of them. He freezes.

It says, "Excuse me," in some weird, bubbly voice.

...Nope, he's still frozen.]

We don't know that for su-

[Wait. What the hell is...

Dojima skids to a stop by Adachi, frozen as well. (This time, Dojima might be the one using Adachi as a shield.)]

[It repeats, 'Excuse me' again, a little more impatiently this time. Adachi steps back into Dojima, pushing the both of them in dumbstruck, open-mouthed, eyes-widened shock, backwards. The alien (it really can only be that) slides past, leaving a small trail of neon green residue in its wake, that evaporates and dries up in a blink of the eye. As it rounds the corner, out of earshot-]

...What.

[That indeed warranted a stare, and it's not until it's completely out of sight that Dojima looks back at Adachi.]

...You were saying? About this being a set-up?

[Hey, weren't you just saying that about the eye in the jar, Dojima?]

...Costume.

[He's stubborn about it, but if it were just a costume, would you look that disturbed, Adachi? Subconsciously, he steps a little closer to Dojima. He's got to be within arm's reach of his meatshield, after all.]

How do you explain that slime, then?

[Hey, meatshielding can work both ways.]

Costume...effects?

[It's grasping at straws, they both know it. Suddenly, Adachi brightens, taking Dojima by the wrist and dragging the other man further down the hall.]

Hey, wait a- where are you going?

[That was an odd change in demeanor. But Dojima's not about to separate from his only company here, so he lets himself be dragged.]

[Turning around, Adachi fixes Dojima with the most It's Obvious look ever.]

Gonna find Captain Picard, of course.

...Picard. This might not even be the Enterprise, you know.

[Sorry; despite being on a ship with aliens in space, Dojima is still practical.]

Well, unless you want to ask the Creature From Down Under over there for directions back home, I think the Captain's a pretty safe bet!

[Indignant much? Adachi lets go of Dojima's wrist (or throws it, rather).]

[Dojima sighs, just crossing his arms, now that one is free.]

Do I have to remind you that it's just a show? What's the likelihood that...

[Like usual, Dojima speaks too soon. A man passes by, saluting them (like nothing is wrong with two grown men in boxers and Engrish-y shirts arguing in the middle of a spaceship hallway), adorned in a Galaxy Trek uniform.]

[Very slowly, Adachi salutes back, but the gesture is more like the remnants of a habit than any actual respect. As soon as the officer passes, Adachi fixes Dojima with a look that says, And you were saying?]

...

Maybe it is a set-up.

[Sheesh, Dojima, make up your mind.]

A set-up? For what?

I don't know... Filming the show?

[It might not be entirely unlikely. Never mind that they stopped production years ago.]

[Adachi just rolls his eyes, turning on his heel to look for the bridge.]

[Dojima sighs in response, but knows a gentle defeat when he sees one. (Rare for Adachi to let him get away with defeat and not flaunt it.) He follows silently behind.]

[Gentle? What part of Adachi is gentle? Dojima should know better. He speaks up as the other man catches up, having expected as much.]

Don't worry, Dojima-san. I totally get your hesitation. I mean, hey, I'm sure my heart'd beat a little faster and I'd get a little antsy in my pants if I was meeting a long-time crush like Captain Baldhead too.

[He puts the back of his hand on his forehead, in a mock swoon.]

I mean, that shiny scalp!

Shut up.

[He's probably used to it by now, judging by the punch to Adachi's shoulder that has enough force to be one of annoyance, yet not enough to be anything but play.]

Edited 2010-04-17 14:24 (UTC)

[Ever melodramatic, Adachi winces in an imitation of pain, rubbing at his shoulder as he stumbles a few steps away from Dojima.]

Sheesh, no need to get physical!

What, it was barely a tap.

[So dismissive, Dojima. He just keeps walking.]

[Pettily, Adachi swerves his walk right into Dojima, jarring the other man in the shoulder right back. Afterward, he pretends nothing is out of the ordinary.]

Anyway, where do you think they keep the bridge? This place is a mess. There's no signs anywhere - it's worse than the country.

Oof- hey.

[Dojima's glare down at him is short-lived, before he looks back forward. Good thing, because just as Adachi mentions no signs, there's suddenly a signpost indicating which hall leads where! There's one to their left, right, and stairs going up. But...]

...What language is that?

[It looks like a mix of hieroglyphs, scribbles, and kindergarten handwriting.]

Edited 2010-04-17 15:48 (UTC)

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