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@Justric--Here soon, once Hob eventually gets back to help OLGA, I have an idea for a collab post that can set the next phase of the plot into motion. We can cover that part in PM's when we get there. As for Hob trying to start up a relationship with OLGA, I say go for it! I honestly don't know how she would react at this point . We can both find out!
. We can both find out!As they arrived at the pantry, and Dr. Park ruminated upon the question of Sylas Adams, Gavin took the opportunity to peek his head into one of the massive industrial refrigerators nearby. With his ears piqued to Park’s thoughts, Gavin rummaged through the sealed packages of sliced turkey, ham, pastrami, salami, and even pulled pork that filled the fridge shelves. He took them all, wrestling the packages of meat into his arms, and closing the fridge door with an impish smile curving his face.
Setting the fare upon one of the stainless kitchen preparation tables, Gavin leaned upon an elbow, and let out an audible “Hmmmm.”
That Dr. Park, along with Abby, had come to the same disturbing inclination as Gavin in regard to the seemingly simplistic Mr. Adams, was all the more unsettling. Though not a psychologist, psychiatrist, or criminologist, Gavin was a man that was accustomed to looking at the facts, and reaching conclusions based upon them. The hypothesis that continually appeared in Gavin’s mind was not a comforting one, and certainly one that had repercussions for all those aboard the Copernicus. Yet, there were still too many salient facts that spoke out against his notion, and so, for the moment, Gavin did not voice his misgivings.
Instead, he took Abby’s offered sandwich fixings, and set about the task of assembling a monstrous “kitchen sink” style meal. In short order, the slices of wheat bread upon his plate were filled to the brim with slices of nearly every variety of cold-cuts that Gavin had pulled from the fridge. Finished with provolone cheese, mustard, and Thousand Island dressing, Gavin appraised his culinary creation with a satisfied nod.
“Perhaps I should put the med-bay on alert,” Gavin joked with a snorted laugh.
Taking the monstrosity into his hands, he picked up the sandwich, and prepared to take a bite. With his teeth poised just above the bread, he suddenly stopped. Pulling the sandwich away from his mouth, Gavin looked to Abby. His face had taken on a serious, bemused expression.
“Abby, forgive me if this is a ridiculous question, but during shift change, are there any personnel that don’t rotate into stasis right away? Or at all, for that matter?”
Setting the fare upon one of the stainless kitchen preparation tables, Gavin leaned upon an elbow, and let out an audible “Hmmmm.”
That Dr. Park, along with Abby, had come to the same disturbing inclination as Gavin in regard to the seemingly simplistic Mr. Adams, was all the more unsettling. Though not a psychologist, psychiatrist, or criminologist, Gavin was a man that was accustomed to looking at the facts, and reaching conclusions based upon them. The hypothesis that continually appeared in Gavin’s mind was not a comforting one, and certainly one that had repercussions for all those aboard the Copernicus. Yet, there were still too many salient facts that spoke out against his notion, and so, for the moment, Gavin did not voice his misgivings.
Instead, he took Abby’s offered sandwich fixings, and set about the task of assembling a monstrous “kitchen sink” style meal. In short order, the slices of wheat bread upon his plate were filled to the brim with slices of nearly every variety of cold-cuts that Gavin had pulled from the fridge. Finished with provolone cheese, mustard, and Thousand Island dressing, Gavin appraised his culinary creation with a satisfied nod.
“Perhaps I should put the med-bay on alert,” Gavin joked with a snorted laugh.
Taking the monstrosity into his hands, he picked up the sandwich, and prepared to take a bite. With his teeth poised just above the bread, he suddenly stopped. Pulling the sandwich away from his mouth, Gavin looked to Abby. His face had taken on a serious, bemused expression.
“Abby, forgive me if this is a ridiculous question, but during shift change, are there any personnel that don’t rotate into stasis right away? Or at all, for that matter?”
I'm good with whatever direction you send us, LT. A trudge up the mountain does seem like a wonderful opportunity for further tragedy and action, however. Pavel will get his coat back, and be good to go 
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.Chiudka redirected Pavel’s offer for aid away in cursory fashion, opting for the more skilled hands of Nadejda to assist her. The elder woman, along with Antonina, must’ve been on his heels to arrive in the tavern so quickly, and Pavel took a fractional step back. For a bare moment he stood there, impotently frustrated at his lack of a pertinent means to help his brethren. He certainly did not blame Chiudka for her choice in assistants.
Perhaps you can go hammer out some new hinges for the tavern door, eh Pavel Leonidovich? Pavel thought wryly.
A strong hand upon his shoulder brought Pavel up from his own mind. Turning, his eyes widened at the sight of Vasily. The man with the handsome, bearded features, met Pavel’s own gaze with a swirling pool of emotion etched upon his face. It was the same roil that Pavel knew must be set upon his own features, and he stood fully to look upon his old friend.
The same pit that had gnawed at Pavel’s stomach upon seeing Antonina and Nadejda grew with exponential ferocity now. Somehow, the tragic circumstances of this night brought Anna’s memory to the fore of his thoughts, and Vasily’s presence only acted like a lens for those thoughts—a living focal point for all the hurt, blame, and regret. Pavel’s jaw clenched, and his lips set themselves into a serious line.
Behind his stern exterior, as Vasily asked for his help, Pavel scolded himself for seemingly the thousandth time that night. A man whom he had once counted as a brother was standing, alive and unharmed, before him. This man had lost loved ones, just as Pavel had, and in this time of need, once again Pavel was dwelling upon a past that could not be rewritten.
Anna would be disappointed in my selfishness. I’m disgracing her memory even now.
With that last thought echoing between his ears, Pavel forced the hardness from his face, and nodded.
“I am your man,” he said as Vasily turned to appraise Adrian.
Following closely behind, Pavel peered over Vasily’s shoulder, and down upon the injured brewer and farmhand. The stain of blood that was spreading across the man’s back shocked Pavel with its size, and the ferocity that had been required to make such an injury. Idly, Pavel found his hand reaching towards the goose-egg bump upon the back of his own head.
How did I come away so unscathed? he mused with grim astonishment.
Whispering a silent thanks to whatever spirit had kept him from such a terrible fate as so many of his friends, Pavel spun upon his heels. Moving through the tavern with the grace of purpose fueling his feet, Pavel set about finding anything that could staunch the flow of blood for Adrian’s wounds.
Behind the bar, folded neatly upon a low shelf, Pavel found a clean tablecloth, and a few threadbare rags. Snatching them up, he hustled through the press of bodies, both injured and caregiver alike, and stopped beside Vasily.
“Here, brother.” Pavel said, handing the rags to Vasily. That he had included the once commonplace moniker to his words did not even register with Pavel, such was his preoccupation.
“I’ll cut the tablecloth into strips. We can bandage him with that, yes?” Pavel added to all those gathered around Adrian. Not waiting for an answer, Pavel withdrew a small penknife from his pocket, and set to work.
Perhaps you can go hammer out some new hinges for the tavern door, eh Pavel Leonidovich? Pavel thought wryly.
A strong hand upon his shoulder brought Pavel up from his own mind. Turning, his eyes widened at the sight of Vasily. The man with the handsome, bearded features, met Pavel’s own gaze with a swirling pool of emotion etched upon his face. It was the same roil that Pavel knew must be set upon his own features, and he stood fully to look upon his old friend.
The same pit that had gnawed at Pavel’s stomach upon seeing Antonina and Nadejda grew with exponential ferocity now. Somehow, the tragic circumstances of this night brought Anna’s memory to the fore of his thoughts, and Vasily’s presence only acted like a lens for those thoughts—a living focal point for all the hurt, blame, and regret. Pavel’s jaw clenched, and his lips set themselves into a serious line.
Behind his stern exterior, as Vasily asked for his help, Pavel scolded himself for seemingly the thousandth time that night. A man whom he had once counted as a brother was standing, alive and unharmed, before him. This man had lost loved ones, just as Pavel had, and in this time of need, once again Pavel was dwelling upon a past that could not be rewritten.
Anna would be disappointed in my selfishness. I’m disgracing her memory even now.
With that last thought echoing between his ears, Pavel forced the hardness from his face, and nodded.
“I am your man,” he said as Vasily turned to appraise Adrian.
Following closely behind, Pavel peered over Vasily’s shoulder, and down upon the injured brewer and farmhand. The stain of blood that was spreading across the man’s back shocked Pavel with its size, and the ferocity that had been required to make such an injury. Idly, Pavel found his hand reaching towards the goose-egg bump upon the back of his own head.
How did I come away so unscathed? he mused with grim astonishment.
Whispering a silent thanks to whatever spirit had kept him from such a terrible fate as so many of his friends, Pavel spun upon his heels. Moving through the tavern with the grace of purpose fueling his feet, Pavel set about finding anything that could staunch the flow of blood for Adrian’s wounds.
Behind the bar, folded neatly upon a low shelf, Pavel found a clean tablecloth, and a few threadbare rags. Snatching them up, he hustled through the press of bodies, both injured and caregiver alike, and stopped beside Vasily.
“Here, brother.” Pavel said, handing the rags to Vasily. That he had included the once commonplace moniker to his words did not even register with Pavel, such was his preoccupation.
“I’ll cut the tablecloth into strips. We can bandage him with that, yes?” Pavel added to all those gathered around Adrian. Not waiting for an answer, Pavel withdrew a small penknife from his pocket, and set to work.
Pavel nodded slowly, his lips forming a thin, serious, line. “I am glad to hear it, that Vasily is unharmed as well as you and Antonina.”
He was just about to ask after Sergei, his father’s long time—albeit long ago—best friend. But Nadejda answered before the words left his lips, and Pavel’s shoulders drooped visibly. Sergei had been almost like a second father to him, back before the rift that formed between Vasily and himself forced such association away. Pavel had spent many a day as a boy trying to keep up with, and learn from the two elders. He, Vasily, and Anna had often found themselves playing with the men’s woodworking tools, or marveling at the swiftness at which they bundled wheat and barley, or any other of the innumerable tasks that the two old friends could accomplish with speed and precision. It was an association that had brought the three children all the closer to one another, and it pained Pavel to know that a man he had held in such high esteem was gone from the world.
Pavel shook his head in grim disbelief. “What could we have done to earn such attentions as these?” He whispered as much to himself as to Nadejda.
When Nadejda came to her own conclusion about his father, Pavel looked into the woman’s eyes. His jaw set, and his fists curled and uncurled with an emotion that wasn’t anger, though not altogether dissimilar. After a short time, with Nadejda’s covered hand upon his cheek, Pavel nodded slightly.
“Thank you for your kindness, Mamochka,” Pavel said quietly, addressing Nadejda with the most tender word for ‘mother.’ “We have all lost today, and my loss is certainly no greater than any other.”
Finding more words failed Pavel as he lapsed into a distracted silence. Shifting with the cold, Pavel offered both Nadejda and Antonina another wilted smile before bowing his head in farewell.
“I shall see if I can lend assistance to anyone else inside the tavern. Goodnight, and thank you. Thank you both.”
With that, Pavel turned his cherry eyes towards the tavern, and moved to make his way inside. Pulling open the heavy door, and closing it behind him, Pavel was greeted with all the chaos he had predicted to exist from the terrible sounds that he had heard while outside. He let out a low whistle, perceptible only to his own ears, as he took in the sight of Adishi’s lifeblood reeling to deal with the tragedy that had befallen it.
Such was the scene inside the tavern, that Pavel found himself almost unable to focus upon any one person. For several moments his vision swam with a blurred collage of human tragedy and emotion, until at last his mind alit upon the sight of Chiudka lending aid to an injured Oskar, with the shredded Oksana fuming upon weak knees close by. There were others nearby as well, though at first Pavel’s attention failed to truly grasp who they were.
Without further thought, Pavel crossed over to where Chiudka was clucking over the injured twins. Bending over her shoulder, he spoke softly. “How can I help? I am no healer, but give me a task and I shall see it through.”
In truth, Pavel did not add, the distraction of a job would be as much of a gift to his own mind as it would be to anyone he ended up assisting.
He was just about to ask after Sergei, his father’s long time—albeit long ago—best friend. But Nadejda answered before the words left his lips, and Pavel’s shoulders drooped visibly. Sergei had been almost like a second father to him, back before the rift that formed between Vasily and himself forced such association away. Pavel had spent many a day as a boy trying to keep up with, and learn from the two elders. He, Vasily, and Anna had often found themselves playing with the men’s woodworking tools, or marveling at the swiftness at which they bundled wheat and barley, or any other of the innumerable tasks that the two old friends could accomplish with speed and precision. It was an association that had brought the three children all the closer to one another, and it pained Pavel to know that a man he had held in such high esteem was gone from the world.
Pavel shook his head in grim disbelief. “What could we have done to earn such attentions as these?” He whispered as much to himself as to Nadejda.
When Nadejda came to her own conclusion about his father, Pavel looked into the woman’s eyes. His jaw set, and his fists curled and uncurled with an emotion that wasn’t anger, though not altogether dissimilar. After a short time, with Nadejda’s covered hand upon his cheek, Pavel nodded slightly.
“Thank you for your kindness, Mamochka,” Pavel said quietly, addressing Nadejda with the most tender word for ‘mother.’ “We have all lost today, and my loss is certainly no greater than any other.”
Finding more words failed Pavel as he lapsed into a distracted silence. Shifting with the cold, Pavel offered both Nadejda and Antonina another wilted smile before bowing his head in farewell.
“I shall see if I can lend assistance to anyone else inside the tavern. Goodnight, and thank you. Thank you both.”
With that, Pavel turned his cherry eyes towards the tavern, and moved to make his way inside. Pulling open the heavy door, and closing it behind him, Pavel was greeted with all the chaos he had predicted to exist from the terrible sounds that he had heard while outside. He let out a low whistle, perceptible only to his own ears, as he took in the sight of Adishi’s lifeblood reeling to deal with the tragedy that had befallen it.
Such was the scene inside the tavern, that Pavel found himself almost unable to focus upon any one person. For several moments his vision swam with a blurred collage of human tragedy and emotion, until at last his mind alit upon the sight of Chiudka lending aid to an injured Oskar, with the shredded Oksana fuming upon weak knees close by. There were others nearby as well, though at first Pavel’s attention failed to truly grasp who they were.
Without further thought, Pavel crossed over to where Chiudka was clucking over the injured twins. Bending over her shoulder, he spoke softly. “How can I help? I am no healer, but give me a task and I shall see it through.”
In truth, Pavel did not add, the distraction of a job would be as much of a gift to his own mind as it would be to anyone he ended up assisting.
Gavin laughed lightly a Park’s comment about cats and knitting. The man had an easy sense of humor that Gavin appreciated, and though he did not often work with Dr. Park, he always enjoyed their run-ins.
“Yes, even when humanity is on its last legs, some people still don’t like us.” Gavin said, slipping the comment in after the introductions between Abby and Park.
He felt Abby squeeze his shoulder, and he looked up in time to see the wink and the smile she offered. His blood pressure, which had risen markedly during the brief exchange with Hobs, was rapidly subsiding beneath the blue-eyed attention of the sergeant. He was disappointed that he wasn’t going to get to pass the lunch hour with Abby alone, but even so he was happy to simply have the pleasant company. Gavin let out a contented sigh, and offered a sideways grin of his own.
“I’m famished,” he said, slapping at his knees before standing. “We’ll join you, Abby. I’m not quite sure what I’m hungry for yet though, and there’s certainly no sense in wasting an opportunity to raid the pantry, am I right Park?”
Gesturing for Abby to lead the way, Gavin fell into step between his two companions. As they made their way towards the kitchen area, Gavin took on a thoughtful expression, and his hand rose to his lips in a gesture of contemplation.
“This may be a strange time to ask,” Gavin said, looking over to Dr. Park, “but it just came to me. The man who perpetrated the crimes during Second Shift, did he have anything highlighted in his file that I missed?”
Gavin opened his hands, offering that he was truly extending the question to both Abby and Park. “I mean, it is hard to believe that a man willing to commit such heinous acts wouldn’t have something noteworthy in his history. I looked through his medical file this morning, and I couldn’t find anything I would say could be counted as a red flag.”
Gavin shrugged. “Sorry, I don’t mean to start off a meal on such grim conversation, but it just seemed odd to me. Did you have him as a patient, Park? Ever speak to him at all?”
“Yes, even when humanity is on its last legs, some people still don’t like us.” Gavin said, slipping the comment in after the introductions between Abby and Park.
He felt Abby squeeze his shoulder, and he looked up in time to see the wink and the smile she offered. His blood pressure, which had risen markedly during the brief exchange with Hobs, was rapidly subsiding beneath the blue-eyed attention of the sergeant. He was disappointed that he wasn’t going to get to pass the lunch hour with Abby alone, but even so he was happy to simply have the pleasant company. Gavin let out a contented sigh, and offered a sideways grin of his own.
“I’m famished,” he said, slapping at his knees before standing. “We’ll join you, Abby. I’m not quite sure what I’m hungry for yet though, and there’s certainly no sense in wasting an opportunity to raid the pantry, am I right Park?”
Gesturing for Abby to lead the way, Gavin fell into step between his two companions. As they made their way towards the kitchen area, Gavin took on a thoughtful expression, and his hand rose to his lips in a gesture of contemplation.
“This may be a strange time to ask,” Gavin said, looking over to Dr. Park, “but it just came to me. The man who perpetrated the crimes during Second Shift, did he have anything highlighted in his file that I missed?”
Gavin opened his hands, offering that he was truly extending the question to both Abby and Park. “I mean, it is hard to believe that a man willing to commit such heinous acts wouldn’t have something noteworthy in his history. I looked through his medical file this morning, and I couldn’t find anything I would say could be counted as a red flag.”
Gavin shrugged. “Sorry, I don’t mean to start off a meal on such grim conversation, but it just seemed odd to me. Did you have him as a patient, Park? Ever speak to him at all?”
Hello all,
It really pains me to do this, but I'm not going to be able to move forward with this RP. I got assigned a new project at work today, and it's going to cut into a lot of my free time. With the other RP commitments I have already, I wouldn't be able to GM with the quality and detail I would desire. I am really and truly sorry for backing out on this, but I figure it's better to realize my time constraints now, rather than move forward and do a disservice to you all by stopping in the middle.
I want to say thank you to each and every person who expressed interest in this RP. It was very humbling to see so much positive feedback. I hope to redo this idea in the future, so I would be more than happy to invite everyone back if and when that day comes. Again, I am sorry for any disappointment, but real life is what it is. See you all around, and best wishes.
-AH
It really pains me to do this, but I'm not going to be able to move forward with this RP. I got assigned a new project at work today, and it's going to cut into a lot of my free time. With the other RP commitments I have already, I wouldn't be able to GM with the quality and detail I would desire. I am really and truly sorry for backing out on this, but I figure it's better to realize my time constraints now, rather than move forward and do a disservice to you all by stopping in the middle.
I want to say thank you to each and every person who expressed interest in this RP. It was very humbling to see so much positive feedback. I hope to redo this idea in the future, so I would be more than happy to invite everyone back if and when that day comes. Again, I am sorry for any disappointment, but real life is what it is. See you all around, and best wishes.
-AH
Well it's wonderful to see so much interest from people both old and new! I had the best intentions to get the OOC up last night, but alas, RL gave me the middle finger.
I'm going to try and get it finished tonight. I've also been toying with the idea of allowing more characters into the RP since we have so many great writers interested. Anyway, I'll keep everyone appraised of my progress. Talk to you all soon.
I'm going to try and get it finished tonight. I've also been toying with the idea of allowing more characters into the RP since we have so many great writers interested. Anyway, I'll keep everyone appraised of my progress. Talk to you all soon.
I planned on posting for Gavin today, but my truck decided it needed way more attention. As it stands now, the damn thing is half torn apart, and I have to get it back together tonight so I can make it to work tomorrow. Oh happy day.
Anyway, sorry about the delay Grainy.
Anyway, sorry about the delay Grainy.
I'm going to have to contradict you there, Beowulf. The character slots will be filled at my discretion, no matter the order in which the CS was submitted. As I mentioned above, I'm looking for dedicated, skilled, writers, so a person's posting background will be taken into consideration.
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