<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/QwfjIQ5.png?2)</div><br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>NAME:</strong>Mai Lee Xiaong (https://i.imgur.com/QwfjIQ5.png?2)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Plain prison coveralls and her hair is a<em>mess</em><br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>PODs<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Ciane, Zoey, Sarah<br/><br/><hr/><br class="clear_left"/><br/>Another girl, a Punk Girl, sarcastically responded to Mai's previous comment. “I was just joking,” she said in a pathetic coverup. There was something about Punk Girl that made her brain stem tingle.<em>Aggressive. Dangerous. But useful.</em>A bodyguard? A mercenary? A gangster? Maybe even a cop? Whoever she was, she had the bearing of someone trained as a soldier at some point in her life.<br/><br/>“Hey! Hey you!” Mai called out to Punk Girl. “Have you been on one of these things before? Where do we start looking?” She pulled the coverall around her chest as tightly as she could which did little-to-nothing to help. She wasn’t used to this cold at all. In Singapore the weather was… Hot. Singapore was hot and humid. It was an island near the equator.<br/><br/>“<acronym title="Mandarin">This is <em>ridiculous</em>!</acronym>” Mai added, realizing she had said it in Mandarin which this… chick speaking in a Birtish accent obviously didn’t understand. Feeling a bit embarrassed again, Mai did her best not to show it as she switched to English. “What are we even supposed to be<em>doing</em>here? ‘Debris collection’. What is that? Debris on a<em>spaceship</em>? Don’t they have, like, drones or something to do that? And who is supposed to<em>train</em>us?! I’ve never been off planet and I<em>certainly</em>have never collected trash…”<br/><br/><em>The Boy lifted a box from the dumpster he was in. “Chicken!” he exclaimed triumphantly. Mai abandoned the dumpster she was examining and hurried over as The Boy opened it. <br/><br/>“Wow!” Mai said, brushing unwashed and unkempt hair out of her face. “They hardly ate any of this.” She reached into the box and…</em><br/><br/>Mai realized she was staring at Punk Girl in the middle of her sentence. Luckily, or unluckily, Mai’s humiliation was broken by something much more dire. Alarms were going off and the whole room was plunged into darkness with nothing but a few red lights glowing to break it up.<br/><br/><em>”Don’t worry, my darling,” The Client said. “In the dark, I can be whoever you want me to be.”</em><br/><br/>“<acronym title="Mandarin">What the fuck is happening <em>now</em>?!</acronym>” shouted Mai, trying to avoid the latest memories that had hit her at this most inconvenient time. That’s when she heard Crazy Color say something about computers. “Yes!” Mai said, jumping on her comment with gusto. “Computers!” she said in English. “Who can get to…” then she noticed one of the women, she believed it was the dark skinned one but it was hard to tell. “Oh. What do you see?” she said in the direction of the woman at the faintly glowing monitor. “Can you tell somebody that this whole place is fucked right now? And if they want us to do ‘debris collecting’ they need to give us something more than a ship that keeps losing it’s lights!”