The International Space Station

Alright, we'll probably start later today or tomorrow, let a few more people join. I might throw up a second profile, but who knows. Thanks to everyone who has joined so far!

Name: Ryan Mazique
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Occupation on the ISS: Mechanical Engineer. (The guy who fixes stuff).
Family with you: None.
Appearance: Average height, with light brown hair and brown eyes. He's relatively pale, but well-built. He carries a toolbox everywhere.
Nationality: Russian
Personality: Friendly and cheerful most of the time. He's not too good at English, but he tries his best.
Likes/Dislikes: I think I'll let him figure this out himself as we go along...
Strengths/Weaknesses: Same as above.
History: Again, same as above.
Up for love?: Yes.
Other:

(Hey gsppcrocks10, since both our characters are technicians, how about they be partners on the job? Just an Idea.)

I call a spot, if one is still open.

Sounds good Sun.

Name: Blake Hyatt

Age: 35

Gender: Male

Occupation on the ISS: Navigator/Pilot

Family with you: None

Appearance: http://cocowash.deviantart.com/art/Pilot-16237658

Nationality: British

Personality: Organized and trimmed. Blake likes to be on task at all times. He's friendly and sympathetic, but he also constantly needs to check up on things. He'll often insist on getting a first-hand look to ensure his systems and mechanics are working properly, and will double- and triple-check things.

Likes/Dislikes: Blake likes the feeling when he knows everything is under control. He likes a challenge and loves to be in constant motion. He can't stand staying in one place for very long. Slackers get on his nerves.

Strengths/Weaknesses: Blake is steady and dependable. He thinks and plans far ahead into the future. He'll always get the job done, and that is his biggest strength. He can become extremely obsessive with checking things over. Blake always needs to have a plan, and does not do well in impromptu situations.

History: Blake's father was a commercial air pilot and his mother was a school teacher. Blake found his love for flying at a very young age. He attended private flying lessons at the age of 10, and soon showed a natural talent for it. Blake yearned for more thrill than commercial flying could offer, and so he set off to study abroad. Blake trained in Israel and Germany for some time, and has flown around much of the world. After being contacted by the UN, Blake went to America to train for space flight. He's been training for over a year and a half now, and is eager to get into space.

Up for love?: Yes

Alright, we'll go ahead and start this! We'll start just arriving at the space station.

Rebekah "Bekah" Porter

The 'flight' I guess you could call it took a long time. A really long time. When the shuttle docked at the space station, I followed Dad in as he led all of the scientists and other people who had come. I groaned to myself whenever I heard the chorus of children start to get rowdy again. I couldn't believe it would be my job to look after all of them.

"Dad, where's the day care again?" I asked my dad as we walked.

"For the fifth time, it's in its own room near the lounge," he said stiffly. "You had better be ready to head right there, too. I need to be getting everyone familiar with their positions, and we don't need children running around."

I yawned and moved off to the side of the crowd, leaning against a metal-plated wall. I motioned for children to come over to me whenever I saw them, and encouraged parents that I would make sure they rested. If I don't fall asleep first.

Ryan Mazique

Ryan smiled slightly as he stepped out of the shuttle. He'd gotten some sleep on the trip up here. He had a toolbox with him, and his mother had absolutely insisted on having him put his name on every tool in there. He looked around, and a grin broke out on his face. This was going to be amazing, and maybe he could learn some more English... Now, where to go to check in?

**I hope this works. xP**

Thomas Anthony laid back in his seat with a magazine over his face half asleep. He hadn't realized that the ship had docked and almost everyone of the passengers were off the ship. His co-worker Ryan, a native to Russia, sighed and knocked the magazine off of Thomas' face. "Get up, идиот."

Yawning Thomas spoke, "Did you just call me an idiot?"

Ryan smiled as he walked off the ship.

Standing up, Thomas shouldered his bag and lifted his tool kit following after Ryan. Once off a young officer came up to them. "The General would like to give a brief opening to all personnel in the audience chamber. Please head there immediately."

Thomas nodded as the man set off to notify more people. Turning he looked at Ryan, "Well, shall we go?"

You posted just before me gsppcrocks10, but I hope it still works.)

** *Giggles* Ryan called him an idiot. Yep, that works.**

Ryan Mazique

Ryan nodded. "Sure." He found a map on the wall and examined it. Where is it...? проклинать, I wish I could read this better... He sighed and looked at Thomas. "Где Грановитой палате?"

Thomas gave him a confused look. "What?"

He winced. "Sorry, slip into Russian at times. Where is the audience chamber?"

Taryn Rivers

Me and Ara get off the little ship. I look around at the space station. It is large, definetly, and obviosly meant for many people. I turn to Ms. Watson, or Helen, as she likes me to call her.

"Helen, when do we actually start work?" I ask.

"When the captin tells us to." She responds. We get off the little shuttle, Ara trailing not far behind. I tussle her hair.

"It's your first time in space, little sis, how do you feel?" I ask her.

"It's so big." she says in wonder. She is so sweet.

"Yes, it is, isn't it?" Helen comments.

Ara

"It's so big." I say in fake awe. My sister totally buys it.

"Yes, it is, isn't it?" Helen reponds. I don't like her at all. She's to happy, like my sister, too nice. Am I the only criminal mastermind around here? Aparently so. I stifle a sigh.

"I wanna help my big sister." I say in my fake voice I ahev become so good at using. I have to voices, my normal one, and my higher, honey sweet one. Though I use the later more often, I still make use the other on occasion. But not when any adult is around.

"Thats sweet Ara, but I don't think you can...." Taryn starts. I feel like slapping her. Are you kidding me. She would be nothing without me.... NOTHING!!!!!

"Oh, okay." I almost slip into my regular speech, but I cough and start over.

"Thats a good girl." Helen pats my head. My hands curl into fists at my side. I wonder if there is any Nightshade around here.... my favorite posion. I hapened to develop an imunity to it.

Blake Hyatt

"It's in the right wing of the third quadrant of the station."

The two men turned to Blake, eyebrows raised. "Sorry?" asked one. Blake smiled.

"The audience chamber. Right wing of the third quadrant," he repeated. "I studied the floor plans on the way here..."

The man who had spoken turned to his friend. "Did we get floor plans?" he muttered. His friend shrugged. Blake chuckled.

"Suppose I haven't introduced myself, have I? Blake Hyatt. I'll be working as the chief navigator on board."

**Those are gsppcrocks10 and SunSetWest's characters. You guys can choose who spoke.

Alexander Sloane:

I followed my father off the shuttle, not tired in the least. I saw Rebekah, the babysitter and smiled at her as I walked past.

"Alex," my father said. "Hurry up. Now is not the time for looking for potential women."

I scrunched up my nose at that. My father is such a scientist sometimes... Geez, doesn't he know that I'm into guys too? I sighed and kept walking, ignoring Rebekah and the kids waiting nearby.

"Where are we going again?" I asked as I looked around.

"Alex," he sighed but let it go. No point in ripping into me for forgetting that... I was often forgetful...but not all the time. I remembered more than my father thought I did. "The audience chamber, remember?"

"Oh, yeah," I muttered, suddenly remembering that.

"You know everything we'll be talking about already, don't you?" my father as he turned towards me. I nodded. "Then go help Miss Porter with the kids."

I groaned. Me? Babysit? Oh, come on dad, I wanted to go explore the station but I headed for the daycare place anyways. There was no point arguing with him-he was no fun anymore.

Name: Oscar Fletcher
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Occupation on the ISS: Doctor
Family with you: None.
Appearance: Average height, with dark brown hair and blue eyes. Olive skin.
Nationality: Raised in England but mother is Spanish.
Personality: Generally calm, very sarcastic, quite cynical. Is sensitive and likes kids due to being surrounded by nephews and nieces at home.
Likes/Dislikes: Likes laughing, finding out new things. Dislikes dogs and cats as he is allergic to both.
Strengths/Weaknesses: Obviously clever... Not very physically fit. [There may be developments on this later]
History: Comes from a large family - is the youngest of five siblings, most of whom have had children. Therefore, has a limited sense of the word 'privacy'.
Up for love?: Yes. [is bi]
Other: Nope.

Oscar

I blink as I head into the station. An announcement was sounding near constantly from the various speakers hidden in the ceiling, and I give it a suspicious look.
Well, I'm guessing I'm supposed to go to the audience chamber.
Pausing, I think about this for a second. I briefly recall looking over a map of the station, but conviently had absolutely no memory of anything on it. I frown, then see a huddle of men standing at the end of the corner.
I hurry towards them, noting slightly confused expressions on the two faces I could see. Well, that wasn't a good sign.
I call out as I come closer. "Hey, do any of you know where the-"
"Right wing of the third quadrant of the station," one of them interrupts, looking somewhat smug.
I raise an eyebrow.
"The audience chamber, right?" he asks, and I nod begrudgingly. "These two were just asking after it," he continues, pointing to the duo. "I'm Blake Hyatt, the chief navigator. And these are..." He trails off, shooting them an expectant look.
Well, it was probably a good thing that at least the navigator knew where we should be.
"We're the guys who fix stuff," one of them said with a smile. "Or, erm, mechanical engineers, which is the proper name..."
I grin. "Well, shall we make a move? Onwards to the right wing of the fourty-fifth quadrant of the seventh section of zone A. Right?" I smirk at Blake, who rolls his eyes.
"It's this way. Try not to get lost."