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PostPosted: Wed Jan 21, 2015 2:55 am 
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A normal day is a pretty subjective experience. For your average human on earth, it might entail a stroll down the street, or a day at an office. For White R.A.B.B.I.T, it involved strolling for sure. He simply did it with his feet magnetized to the outer edge of Wonderland Station. Most of the time, it was difficult to know exactly why White did things, but in this case, it was probably for the view.

Station 1-D3R, Wonder Land, was positioned in the optimal spot outside the astroid belt, just enough distance to be a useful waylay station for those finding their way towards earth. There were other stations positioned like this but, much to White's chagrin, Wonderland was far more popular due to it's more... lax business practices.

As White reflected on this, his thoughts soured, and the scenery suddenly seemed less appealing. With a robotic scoff, White turned and marched to the airlock.

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It was only a few moments later, White was patrolling the ship. It was a shame in his eyes that military personnel were no longer patrolling the hallways at all times. Instead it was....

"Why, it's my most wonderful wabbit White!" Chimed an irrefutably charming voice. White groaned inwardly (as much as a robot could groan) toward the one and only Cheshire Cat.

"Cheshire," White said stiffly, trying to stay as carefully neutral as possible in his speech. "What do you want?"

"Why, I"m hurt!" he said, "I can't run into my favorite non-human and just chat?" The grin on Cheshire's face seemed far too wide to fit,. With his madly spiked purple hair and cat eyes making his whole appearance seem almost impossible. White was sure he seemed creepy to humans this way, but he wasn't always the best judge of that.

"I don't think you can afford to be everywhere at once when you're supposed to be watching the station," White said plainly. "And I don't appreciate you shirking that duty by being here."

Chesh pouted. "Really, you're not going to be any fun today, are you?" he looked to the side, as if he heard something off behind him. "Fine, I'm needed elsewhere anyway. Next time I'll be sure to check for the stick up your ass first, hmm?"

White would have been shocked, and probably would have reprimanded Cheshire as if he were a normal member of the crew... but he knew the trickster too well, and even before he could think of the right words to say, Cheshire was already gone, vanished into thin air and leaving behind only a vague after image of his smile. White regarded the image only a minute before deciding to not try and understand the mad cat too hard. Instead he walked his way over to the main hall, where all the life was of the ship. All that crazy, mad, human life that puzzled and entranced White so...

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A wall of monitors gave the otherwise darkened room an eerie glow. Every nook and cranny of the station was under constant surveillance, well almost. There were a few nooks that watchful eyes stayed out of. Samuel was now accustomed to that fact. He sat in his command throne, overlooking the rest of the security headquarters that rested at the relative top of the station, and again pondered the morality of letting certain… Unseemly… Salespeople distribute their wares and services under his jurisdiction. Some people weren't aware that he knew anything, which he supposed made things easier. Those people would be more subtle about their illicit activities. After all, that's all Samuel McCarron wanted, for the underbelly to stay out of sight. Every now and then a poor drug-addled moron would run out in the open and try to kill someone, steal something, or attempt to fornicate a nonconsenting someone… Or something. Samuel remembered the really unfortunate event that took place between a man who had one too many hits of space dust and the resident android, White. That individual like any other that goes too public with illegal activity gets one of two things; locked up for the larger authorities or shot out an airlock. The latter option is saved for the really psychotic ones that security didn't feel comfortable holding in containment, some might say true frontier justice.

However, Samuel was head of security on 1-D. E. R. station, lovingly dubbed Wonderland, and every time and again he wondered if there was more he should do, but that wasn't his job. The wonderful Red, the "benefactor and financer" of Wonderland turns a blind to it as well, although it's most likely due to the large amount of revenue it brings in. And honestly? Sam didn't mind the fat bribes that came his way. A lovely little savings account had been started for his retirement and grew rather exponentially with time.

Samuel removed himself from his seat of command deciding he would go mingle with the patrons of his station. He adjusted his black satin vest and white dress shirt as he made his way to the elevator. Once within the metallic cylinder, a holographic screen appeared listing the options for travel.

There was the residential section, which was the third largest portion of the station. It housed all crew and personnel, as well as held temporary living quarters for patrons staying for extended periods of time. Samuel and a few others enjoyed full first class suites that required keycards and retinal scans to access. Besides residential there were a number of entertainment levels, there was the main hub where you could find the life of the stations activity, as well as a number of restricted areas such as security and engines. For now Sam selected the main hub, deciding he would grab a drink. You weren't necessarily supposed to drink while on duty, but hell, people did a lot of **** you weren't supposed to do on wonderland.

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PostPosted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 10:06 am 

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Johnny was avoiding working for ten minutes. There wasn't a task actually. Samuel didn't call him on Radio. So, boss didn't say anything, it means you're free. No. You are not. And Johnny knew it very well. He is supposed to patrol the station. He was sitting in his quarter for thirty minutes. He just-wanted something to happen. A good chat, a good game, a good arm wrestling competition, a robot talk-show, something. Just something, and he could relax. These days were too boring for him. The life is already boring, and these days just turning it to hell.

He stood up, pushed the chair behind. Took his cowboy hat and wore it, he was going to patrol the Station. He walked out of his quarter. Damn, people everywhere, nothing interesting. No need to patrol this place. He could patrol the Main Hub. It would be really exciting because it's something he does almost ever day. At least Samuel didn't asked him to do boring things.

He hailed everyone he saw on the way, people were looking at him. With his black desperado hat, stun batton, taser, the great six-shooter... The Space Deputy is on duty baby, and you gotta deal with it. He took stairs to get Main Hub. He hoped to not see things will get him mad.

He wasn't expecting to see Sheriff for few hours, but... Great. Just great, he is there. And he is going to take a drink. Awesome. What's wrong with Sam these days? He looked like he is very relax. Johnny didn't see him at stairs, so it means Samuel took elevator. And it means he was at his command room. And it means, there must be few tasks for Johnny. No way to avoid this man, he just shows up from everywhere. Johnny decided to go and hail his boss:

"Hey Boss, isn't it too late for a drink?"

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Mathew Hatter stood behind his bar, cleaning the glasses as he waited for the usual noontime rush. He had just recently taken ownership of the bar from its previous owner, and in remembrance of her, he had decided to keep it's old name, Mari's Bar. It was one of the more well known places on the ship and the name was familiar to everyone, so why not?

As he stood waiting for the usuals, two rather odd faces walked in. The Head of security and his go-to man. This either meant they were getting a drink, or they had something to talk to Hatter about. And considering his side activities, the later option likely wouldn't be a happy conversation.

Mari's bar was a hotspot for rough conversations while Mari still owned the place, but now that her sweet face wasn't here to calm them down rough conversations might have to be taken outside.

Then again, it was about noon so chances were they were just thirsty. Either way, Hatter checked to make sure his 'knifes' were ready, just in case.
"Well hello their boys! Patrolling the martini section of town today, are we? Is there anyway I can help out our boys in blue?" Well, black was more accurate but oh well.

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