Wade Wilson: Deadpool

Wade wilson stood there with awkward silence for a moment after He approached Katya. He laughed nervously a moment and then said:

"Zdravstvuyte ! Do svidaniya ! Gde prostitutki ?"(OTR "Здравствуйте ! До свидания ! Где проститутки ?" or "Hello! Goodbye! Where are the prostitutes?")

He laughs again and looks around awkwardly and then says:

(OTR also I saw earlier you destroyed their rocket launchers, not sure if you changed that or if I am mistaken, but I am going with it)

"Seriously tho, there is something familiar about you but I'm not sure what...I notice what  ya did with your wires, I think it was a good call taken out those missile..I also notice you could have killed mostly anyone in here at any moment..I woulda probably been fine but I'm glad ya didn't. Not many suits left with me ^.^"

He looks to his crate of supplies quietly for a moment and then says:

"I also heard you need more wire, I brought some explosives, maybe you could re-purpose some of the copper wire or detenator wire I brought? Shave it, or re-purpose it. I have one or two garrote's and some fishing line with my camping gear back at base. Didn't think to bring any of it with me now, but if ya can use anything feel free to take it...Anyways I'm going to mosey about if ya need me"

*EDIT: after she replys http://gamrconnect.vgchartz.com/post.php?id=6664628

He looks around the ship and up at the vents and says:

"I thought I heared a rat rattling around somewhere..might look into that"

He starts whistling again and walks away with his hands on his hips like he was superman or something while watching the ducts.  He sniffs the air for a moment as he passes Harold and stops abruptly. Continuing to whistle he looks at Harold without a word he grabs the back of his chair and begins rolling him towards the others he speeds up and jumps on the back riding it for moment before he stops next to frank. He stops and smiles and shouts:

"HEY GUYS! I got a job for the new guy ^.^...Professor X here needs a change :D"

He leaves Harold facing everyone before he starts whistling again and heads back towards the cargo area still watching the ducts. As he he walked by he passed Chris and Jill and waved to them and said:

"Hey nice job killing that alien guys..sorry I brought it on board, That's my bad ^.^.. still tho he woulda made a great pet :(. Anyway Call me if you need anything"

He smiled and winked and made a gun shooting symbol at them.

OTR: Agreed, I went with it because I saw a good opportunity for some character expression, plus I think it just looked cool and would be something DP would do For the record my character feels no ill will towards anyone especially not towards Chris and Jill for it.

OTR: I believe I am also guilty for going at the thing so seriously. Originally, I was thinking about leaving Dylan sound asleep despite of the RPG blast, but I went with his angry temper so you could get a taste of his behavior due to a completely unusual situation. The post was hilarious to me, no doubt. It was Dylan who overreacted to it. I too believed it was a joke, and at first I didn't know how to react to it.

OTR: So yeah, I think I hit it spot on. No one took it seriously, it was just a nice opportunity for character expression.

Katya Petrov

 Katya smiled widly, her eyes still looking half asleep.

"Рад, что вы заметили , друзья" (Glad you noticed, Friend)

OTR: Google Translate all the things

Katya brushed her hair back and suddenly frowned.

"I won't humiliate myself by using, мусор (trash), though."

Katya smiled once more and laughed.

"Seems like this group should work well...hopefully"

Groot just stands there, watching DeadPool walk away. He had been so vulnerabe right there. He did so much for the walkman, so much for the team.... or what was the team. Groot had only two interactions on the plane, and both of them were of empathy and help. Groot had realized he wasn't alone. Everyone had dead people....

"Everybody's got dead people! But it makes no excuse to letting everyone else around get killed along the way!"

Rocket's words... they seem so long ago....

Everyone else has pain, loss, and suffering. Groot isn't alone, and he has a mission. His sadness was suddenly lifted by inspiration. As cold and mean as those words seemed at the time, they were exactly what Groot needed.

He tucked the walkman and the fresh batteries away and went back to his seat with a new look of determination. Lots of people have died, but a lot more are still alive and need our help. With a new attitude shift from the unlikliest place, Groot returns to his seat ready to give everyone in this plane another chance, and ready to kick some alien ass. He sits at his seat so focused that he is once again oblivious to his surroundings.

Dylan Sommers

To the surprise of everyone, Dylan woke up yet again. His eyes were even redder than before. How long was he asleep? Twenty? Thirty minutes?

"Ohhh God..." Dylan moaned with both hands on his face, "Why can't I fucking sleep?"

He got up the bench and dropped the pillow and the ear buds inside Deadpool's crate of wonders. He then wandered to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. Nothing of interest inside, just an assortment of nutritious food. He decided to take the green apple. He shut the door and took a bite of the apple, making a slight audible crunch. The tart and sour flavor tingling on his tastebuds was enjoyable. What wasn't enjoyable was the smell of crap coming from the guy in the wheelchair. "What have I gotten myself into?" he thought as he left the cabin towards the hallway. After passing thru some closed doors, he found the cargo area. He took another bite of the apple as he scanned around the room. "Just some crates, but nobody here. Who would be here, anyway?" He sat on top of a crate. He was glad he finally found a place where he was alone.

Simon had been laying in the maintenance shaft for quite a while now, over top of everyone in the main portion of the ship, just watching his teammates. While they do all seem a little crazy or antisocial, they all seem capable enough to at least not get him killed. It remains to be seen how they work together as a team, but that really wasn't his problem to worry about.

What was his problem, was the fact that the guy in the weird suit just made his way to the cargo bay, cutting off the only stealthy exit from the maintenance shaft. He could still get down, but it would put him right in the middle of everybody and that was the last thing he wanted. That escape plan was reserved for emergencies.

"I guess I have a lot more waiting to do," Simon thought, trying to get comfortable in the maintenance shaft, and missing the cool, dark comfort of the cargo bay.

OTR: Sorry I've been absent. I can't post today or tomorrow (not because I am unable to, but because I want to further the plot and things will start to happen and I need to coordinate it with all of you), but I'll try to have everything set for our "arrival" at Venezuela.

Same goes for the users who are on land now, like Spurge. I've found a way for us to meet.