Fading Memory

Planescape: Search for Tir na Og

If I never see Lolth again it shall be too soon! Take all the time you need-

A Stellar Tomb

Leena Heikkinen

Leena

“You know what they say; we're the biggest family on Kepler.”

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Name
Leena Heikkinen
Age
Twenty Three
Gender
Nonbinary, female presenting, They/Them.
Company
Janus Shipping Corporation - "Family comes first!"

Personality
Leena firmly believes in the role of capitalism in a society. Through hard work, loyalty, dedication, blood, sweat, tears, and bootstraps one can achieve the wealth and luxury on display by their superiors. Their dedication to their job as a shipping intake dock worker is commendable, and their willingness to sacrifice personal luxuries such as housing space, food budget, break hours, and PTO will surely be rewarded by Janus Shipping one day. Their hobbies include meditation, technical manual reading, enthusiastic walking, and general health and fitness pursuits.

In short, Leena is a slave. Willing, perhaps, but a thoroughly indoctrinated fool dedicated to the corporate objectives of the Janus Shipping corporation. They blind themselves to the abject horribleness of their circumstances, scrounging a poverty wage to purchase meagre supplies, and justify themselves with the dream that they will one day get promotion and be able to repeat the cycle with a modicum more comfort. Their dreams dare not extend beyond this singular desire; promotion, and the never-ending pursuit of the next rung of the ladder to escape the deplorable state of their current life. A state they are entirely blind to, fearing that however bad they may have it now with Janus that surely, without doubt, the other companies have it worse.

History
Leena was born mid-flight to Kepler. Originating on the Moon, the Heikkinen family was one entirely belonging to the lowest of social strata within the Janus Shipping Family, and therefor Leena's celestial-maritime birth upon a Janus vessel accrued immense debt for the family that they could never have hoped to pay off due to the family's lack of corporately provided health insurance. Naturally, due to being born on a Janus Shipping vessel, the medical personnel and provider was also Janus Shipping.

Leena's birth was another step in the forever-cycle of the Heikkinen family's spiraling lease-to-live status, and they began to work in the efforts of achieving 'The Janus Shipping Dream' of luxury and opulence at the age of thirteen in The Gate of Kepler Station. Their initial paychecks were entirely dedicated to the interest rates of the debt accrued by their own birth, and their job was to mount and scrub docked vessels via Spacewalk. Two years later their father died at the age of forty two from work related stress injuries. Leena got a promotion the same day. The funerary costs and the airlock fees were added onto their debt.

They were now a Senior Ship Scrubber, in charge of other youths in their peerage as well as other grown adults of such little prospects that their sole utility was 'expendable janitor for a nearly defunct and purely corporate-aesthetic posturing position'. Janus Shipping had the cleanest ships, and Leena was now one of the people held responsible for that. Leena now needed to take care of a mother whose own leg injury had delegated her to purely clerical work at a significant pay cut, as well as compensate for the debt of their birth, their father's death, and the spiraling food bill.

They managed to achieve a period of stagnant interest rate payments from the ages of fifteen to eighteen, where their now-veteran crew of ship-scrubbers had achieved a 2% efficiency increase over their competitor sibling-crews. Leena was, naturally, put up for promotion. This lead to a sharp decrease of their former team's efficiency (A notable drop of 36%, the blame of which fell solely on their replacement), but Leena themself was at long last safely within the confines of Kepler Station and given yet more responsibility. They were certified to operate the industrial powered truck vehicle (a process that took an intensive four hour training program! Unpaid, of course.), and were attached to a crew of intake-offload personnel.

Their mother died two years later, and at the age of twenty Leena was promoted again. Some consider their career meteoric, even. The funerary costs and airlock fee were added to their debt. They now had their family's hab-block entirely to themself, which meant that their habitable space had increased 200% through their life- which meant that they were absolutely miles ahead of their sibling-peers of equivalent age. Truly, they got to stretch their legs within the 300 square feet of designated living space their family unit had earned with their service to Janus Shipping.

Hell, their hab-space was only a twenty foot walk from their designated work station as Intake Manifest Review Analyst! Their duties included those of their new position as well as the ongoing assumption of all prior duties as senior offload crew manager. The work kept their mind off things. The work kept them busy. Their pay was marginally higher than the interest rates and hab rental fees.

For three years, life has been good. They may even buy a plastic hydrangea soon; they've been eyeing one in the Janus Employee Leisure emails for a while now.

Household Adventures, a Two Little Mice game

@XxFellsingxX Let me know if you want to contribute anything or if you want me to react off of Bartholomew for now.

A Stellar Tomb

Apologies for the seeming triple bump, just declaring the sheet's complete status at this time.

A Stellar Tomb

Leena Heikkinen

Leena

“You know what they say; we're the biggest family on Kepler.”

image

Name
Leena Heikkinen
Age
Twenty Three
Gender
Nonbinary, female presenting, They/Them.
Company
Janus Shipping Corporation - "Family comes first!"

Personality
Leena firmly believes in the role of capitalism in a society. Through hard work, loyalty, dedication, blood, sweat, tears, and bootstraps one can achieve the wealth and luxury on display by their superiors. Their dedication to their job as a shipping intake dock worker is commendable, and their willingness to sacrifice personal luxuries such as housing space, food budget, break hours, and PTO will surely be rewarded by Janus Shipping one day. Their hobbies include meditation, technical manual reading, enthusiastic walking, and general health and fitness pursuits.

In short, Leena is a slave. Willing, perhaps, but a thoroughly indoctrinated fool dedicated to the corporate objectives of the Janus Shipping corporation. They blind themselves to the abject horribleness of their circumstances, scrounging a poverty wage to purchase meagre supplies, and justify themselves with the dream that they will one day get promotion and be able to repeat the cycle with a modicum more comfort. Their dreams dare not extend beyond this singular desire; promotion, and the never-ending pursuit of the next rung of the ladder to escape the deplorable state of their current life. A state they are entirely blind to, fearing that however bad they may have it now with Janus that surely, without doubt, the other companies have it worse.

History
Leena was born mid-flight to Kepler. Originating on the Moon, the Heikkinen family was one entirely belonging to the lowest of social strata within the Janus Shipping Family, and therefor Leena's celestial-maritime birth upon a Janus vessel accrued immense debt for the family that they could never have hoped to pay off due to the family's lack of corporately provided health insurance. Naturally, due to being born on a Janus Shipping vessel, the medical personnel and provider was also Janus Shipping.

Leena's birth was another step in the forever-cycle of the Heikkinen family's spiraling lease-to-live status, and they began to work in the efforts of achieving 'The Janus Shipping Dream' of luxury and opulence at the age of thirteen in The Gate of Kepler Station. Their initial paychecks were entirely dedicated to the interest rates of the debt accrued by their own birth, and their job was to mount and scrub docked vessels via Spacewalk. Two years later their father died at the age of forty two from work related stress injuries. Leena got a promotion the same day. The funerary costs and the airlock fees were added onto their debt.

They were now a Senior Ship Scrubber, in charge of other youths in their peerage as well as other grown adults of such little prospects that their sole utility was 'expendable janitor for a nearly defunct and purely corporate-aesthetic posturing position'. Janus Shipping had the cleanest ships, and Leena was now one of the people held responsible for that. Leena now needed to take care of a mother whose own leg injury had delegated her to purely clerical work at a significant pay cut, as well as compensate for the debt of their birth, their father's death, and the spiraling food bill.

They managed to achieve a period of stagnant interest rate payments from the ages of fifteen to eighteen, where their now-veteran crew of ship-scrubbers had achieved a 2% efficiency increase over their competitor sibling-crews. Leena was, naturally, put up for promotion. This lead to a sharp decrease of their former team's efficiency (A notable drop of 36%, the blame of which fell solely on their replacement), but Leena themself was at long last safely within the confines of Kepler Station and given yet more responsibility. They were certified to operate the industrial powered truck vehicle (a process that took an intensive four hour training program! Unpaid, of course.), and were attached to a crew of intake-offload personnel.

Their mother died two years later, and at the age of twenty Leena was promoted again. Some consider their career meteoric, even. The funerary costs and airlock fee were added to their debt. They now had their family's hab-block entirely to themself, which meant that their habitable space had increased 200% through their life- which meant that they were absolutely miles ahead of their sibling-peers of equivalent age. Truly, they got to stretch their legs within the 300 square feet of designated living space their family unit had earned with their service to Janus Shipping.

Hell, their hab-space was only a twenty foot walk from her designated work station as Intake Manifest Review Analyst! Their duties included those of their new position as well as the ongoing assumption of all prior duties as senior offload crew manager. The work kept their mind off things. The work kept them busy. Their pay was marginally higher than the interest rates and hab rental fees.

For three years, life has been good. They may even buy a plastic hydrangea soon; they've been eyeing one in the Janus Employee Leisure emails for a while now.

A Stellar Tomb

Formal declaration of interest; cookin’

Planescape: Search for Tir na Og

at a real life table, this is where I'd go 'and while you two argue...' and do a hard spotlight cut lmao

Planescape: Search for Tir na Og

The grin grows wider. Perfect. An excellently crafted and delivered scheme to dissuade them. Now all he had to do was strike the final nail into the coffin of this abhorrent potential union of their groups. Before anything could ever hope to disrupt his ambitions.

"Ah, I would ask your forgiveness for making assumptions, but it is my understanding that the Bleak Cabal were the hopeless sort who needed others to guide their hands and point their blades. If it is your desire to risk yourself and your neck for your pride, then far be it from Zaraknvyr of Arabndar to stop you."

He raises his mug.

"To the continued indecision of the Bleak Cabal. To the strength of their arms. May they sleep deep and dream full, indeed. May they gaze into the order of things and see nothing."

He licks his teeth, staring at Fyodor, and drinks of his mug deeply until it was empty. Then he placed it harshly upon the bar. Paradoxically, his own pride and unyielding disgust produces a somewhat moderate sentence next;

"Your blood is safe from me." His nose wrinkles. "So long as you do not get in my way, you are not my foe nor my meal. I pray you do not regret the day you turned away Zaraknvyr. Our path is one you may yet wish you had someone who had some actual convictions at your side."

Household Adventures, a Two Little Mice game

The conversations within the Blue Rat are warm today. Nearby Littles debate the finer points of this season's mouse breeding, whilst a particularly surly Salamander a few tables over declares, a little too loudly for politeness, that the journey down the great stair trolley was certainly superior to the destinations below. There's a brief moment of harrumphs and guffaws, before the slight is brushed away by Elizabeth's appearance in the room bearing another tray of drinks.

"That's some bold language before breakfast is even finished!" She calls out to the Salamander, who wilts beneath her strong glare. Old Abbot looks to his granddaughter with some concern, his ceaseless glass washing coming to a temporary doldrum. Elizabeth sweeps into the dining area and approaches our Little's table of Force deigned significance. She holds the myriad drinks up effortlessly, as she swiftly places them down before their respective clients.

"'ere we go, mug of water, hot tea, and for the miss we have a splash of cider." Elizabeth winks. "Grandfather won't mind an early opening of the keg, eh?"

She sweeps away at that, visiting a few other tables, before returning to the bar and making a few quiet words with Old Abbot, who has since returned to his never-ending task. At this time a level of excitement almost anyone of good sense would wish to avoid spontaneously sparks to life.

The door opens with immense verve.

In marches a squad of Fairies, each in the immaculate uniform of the Great Imperial Army; one of which, as is dramatically necessary, lacks a helmet. Perhaps this is because it would greatly disturb the hairstyle he bears of a rather dramatic 'swoosh' of swept aside hair atop shorter shaved sides. Perhaps infuriatingly for the ruckus he is starting, the Fairy in question is a rather handsome young man- if taciturn by appearance, with a stern upper lip and a critical eye. He makes a sweeping gesture with an arm, unfolding an official decree in his hand and sweeping it around the room as if its mere appearance would instill its significance to those present- though this was hardly a satisfactory showing for anyone to truly read the parchment at all. The only sensible content anyone would be able to make out is the elaborate and formal header and filigree of the document.

"Start on the right. Keep a man on the door." He declares to his soldiers. He hands the parchment to one of them, and smooths his jacket down his torso. "Please have your travel paperwork on hand, be orderly and quiet and we will be out of your hair in short order. I am lieutenant Francois Guillaume D'Arcy, here under orders from Gamekeeper General Jean Claude Van-Claude of Mount Guignol. Remain seated."

At the bar, Old Abbot visibly seems stunned. He places his glasses down, and coughs into a fist, clearing his throat. He seems to draw himself up-- But it is Elizabeth who shouts;

"Lieutenant D'Arcy!" She musters an immense chastisement from her personage. "This is insulting, your attitude is apalling, and you have no right to disrupt our morning like this!"

"And you, miss Elizabeth, should remain quiet to avoid making a scene. This is official business."...

And in blistering pace, D'Arcy crosses the room to the bar- where Elizabeth appears to be trying for the House's record in talking over an investigating officer in concurrent speech. Their words mingle and blend into an incoherent blur of discourse, one which Old Abbot himself seems bewildered at. Without a doubt there was some history to this reception between the two. The specifics, however, are difficult to discern.

Attempting to intervene or otherwise understand what exactly they are arguing about will require a Basic Success on whatever method is attempted; a two of a kind. Feel free to be as simple or as creative as you wish, if this be your intended direction of action.

Otherwise, our Littles witness as the soldiery begin to systematically maneuver about the tavern, checking people's paperwork and identification, as well as searching about the legs of the tables and beneath the chairs.

The Wild Beyond Witchlight

I shall get a post up within a reasonable timeframe from this point that the me of one week ago would say 'about two days' but I have come to learn means 'three or less' whenever I say.