I don't have a problem with the scene at all, I think it was just hilarious!And yes, though I've said it already, Jack is so sweetly romantic, such loveliness, and the Hob post was wonderful too!
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I absolutely did, Kuro! I don't have a problem with the scene at all, I think it was just hilarious!
And yes, though I've said it already, Jack is so sweetly romantic, such loveliness, and the Hob post was wonderful too!
I don't have a problem with the scene at all, I think it was just hilarious!And yes, though I've said it already, Jack is so sweetly romantic, such loveliness, and the Hob post was wonderful too!
*shudders*
HA! By all means Kuro, Connor can come swipe some curly cheese puffs! I was torn between Abby goofing with a dill pickle (green smile), or a curly cheese puff (orange smile)
Aha! And now I know, the mystery of the black butter is solved... *grins*
Aha! And now I know, the mystery of the black butter is solved... *grins*
And there, post I intended last night, but was utterly incapable of writing until after something resembling a full night's sleep... o.o
I have absolutely no idea what in the world black butter is, but I'm going to roll with "something to do with fixing mechanical stuff"
I have absolutely no idea what in the world black butter is, but I'm going to roll with "something to do with fixing mechanical stuff"
Abby may have been a bit more circumspect than Gavin about the quantity of her lunch, but she was no slouch herself when it came to speed, already grazing her hungry way through some of the fixings long before she finished preparing her own sandwich. Gavin's question caught Abby with her mouth - quite literally - open as she leaned over a jar of dill pickle spears, just about ready to sink her teeth into the crispy vinegary goodness before she got back to the business of a turkey and Swiss sandwich on wheat.
For the first time, Abby didn't understand where Gavin was going with his question, but she never once thought anything that came across that brilliant mind could be considered "ridiculous." Abby's forehead scrunched up curiously, and she took a large bite of her pickle while she thought about what he asked. She also pushed the edges of the pickle between her teeth and lips, impishly tossing Gavin a big green cucumber-y grin before she sucked the pickle back into her mouth with a chuckle.
Classy... Heh, way to make sure he knows he dodged a real date bullet there...
Abby chewed her pickle half slowly, a soft 'hum' letting Gavin know she was considering his question, even as she struggled to open the enormous jar of mustard. But her hands were just a little too pickle-vinegar-wet to pry it open, and so she grabbed a nearby dishtowel and offered the whole to Dr. Park with a hopeful, apologetic look in her eye. Men opening stuck jars: it was a universal and quintessentially human trait that, apparently, would follow these last remnants to the far reaches of the universe.
"Well sure there are Gavin," she said when the first half of her pickle disappeared down her throat, "There are plenty of essential personnel who require more-or-less extensive debriefings before their predecessors have to go into cryo-sleep. Like say... well, cryotechs for one, who have to be over their own cryo-sickness before they wake up the next shift. I was woken a few days ago too, so Lee could brief me thoroughly about the God-awful mess Second Shift left behind."
Abby was shameless with the layering of the Swiss cheese between the turkey slices, a one-for-one proposition that made the turkey far more condiment than the cheese was intended to be. "Then there's a few medical personnel if remember right, and even some of the more tech-y folks, the engineers and the like who have to maintain the Copernicus' servers - particularly the NI servers. The overlap could be days, even upward of a week or two, depending."
"But of course there's also varying Shift lengths as well - there's always some overlap there too. Sure, most people are going to be awake for a year, for one Shift. But there's some specialties that are pretty scarce, and not everyone serves a one year Shift. You know that though Gavin - I think you have... What? A five year shift? A neuroscientist and a geneticist - not as common as you might think!" Abby laughed softly as she tore off a few pale green leaves of fresh butter lettuce.
"I think you have a similar Shift length too, don't you Dr.... Park. Park," she awkwardly corrected herself with a sheepish smile. "As the Copernican head of security, I'll be awake for three more years myself... But why do you ask? What are you thinking Gavin?"
For the first time, Abby didn't understand where Gavin was going with his question, but she never once thought anything that came across that brilliant mind could be considered "ridiculous." Abby's forehead scrunched up curiously, and she took a large bite of her pickle while she thought about what he asked. She also pushed the edges of the pickle between her teeth and lips, impishly tossing Gavin a big green cucumber-y grin before she sucked the pickle back into her mouth with a chuckle.
Classy... Heh, way to make sure he knows he dodged a real date bullet there...
Abby chewed her pickle half slowly, a soft 'hum' letting Gavin know she was considering his question, even as she struggled to open the enormous jar of mustard. But her hands were just a little too pickle-vinegar-wet to pry it open, and so she grabbed a nearby dishtowel and offered the whole to Dr. Park with a hopeful, apologetic look in her eye. Men opening stuck jars: it was a universal and quintessentially human trait that, apparently, would follow these last remnants to the far reaches of the universe.
"Well sure there are Gavin," she said when the first half of her pickle disappeared down her throat, "There are plenty of essential personnel who require more-or-less extensive debriefings before their predecessors have to go into cryo-sleep. Like say... well, cryotechs for one, who have to be over their own cryo-sickness before they wake up the next shift. I was woken a few days ago too, so Lee could brief me thoroughly about the God-awful mess Second Shift left behind."
Abby was shameless with the layering of the Swiss cheese between the turkey slices, a one-for-one proposition that made the turkey far more condiment than the cheese was intended to be. "Then there's a few medical personnel if remember right, and even some of the more tech-y folks, the engineers and the like who have to maintain the Copernicus' servers - particularly the NI servers. The overlap could be days, even upward of a week or two, depending."
"But of course there's also varying Shift lengths as well - there's always some overlap there too. Sure, most people are going to be awake for a year, for one Shift. But there's some specialties that are pretty scarce, and not everyone serves a one year Shift. You know that though Gavin - I think you have... What? A five year shift? A neuroscientist and a geneticist - not as common as you might think!" Abby laughed softly as she tore off a few pale green leaves of fresh butter lettuce.
"I think you have a similar Shift length too, don't you Dr.... Park. Park," she awkwardly corrected herself with a sheepish smile. "As the Copernican head of security, I'll be awake for three more years myself... But why do you ask? What are you thinking Gavin?"
My bad, being the imperfect human being I am and all, but the post is up and I'm ready to go.
The word may not have registered with Pavel, but Vasily missed nothing, even now. 'Brother... ' In an instant, that word brought back something of the warmth he hadn't known in years, memories of brighter moments long past and, he had convinced himself, long since buried.
You promised her. You promised to repair this, to at least try... Another memory came unbidden, the woman on their bed so unnaturally pale, the tender skin beneath her eyes dark, bruised-looking. Her golden hair was dulled, tangled by sweat, its lengths splayed across their bed sheets. But no matter the predations she endured, Anna remained so heart-achingly beautiful, a light of the soul as much as the features through which they shone. He had wrapped his arms about her frail body, helping her hold their precious little girl, just once. To the very end, Anna gave all she had in her, gathering what little strength she left to her failing body to say good-bye, and then to make him promise...
"Aye, good thinking. We may need them yet," Vasily answered with a faint, grim smile as he took the offered rags. He had made a promise, but he hadn't kept it or really even tried. An old, all-too-familiar doubt flashed hot and shaming through his thoughts, that Anna had chosen wrongly, that the better man stood beside him now, slicing a purloined table cloth into bandage ribbons.
Adrian's back was a raw, bleeding mess, and while Pavel searched for makeshift bandages, Vasily had carefully helped remove his shirt, exposing the extent of the lacerations. He averted his eyes quickly from Anton as he took the alcohol offered by Chiudka, glad the younger man could not see the grimace on his face.
"Brace yourself Adrian," was the only warning Vasily gave as he wrapped one strong, firm hand around the young man's shoulder, and poured the alcohol over the gashes.
**********
Antonina never really saw the blood on Oksana's arms or face. Not in the midst of all the woman's pains whirling about her like a dark wind, all those hurts, old and new. The little girl did not squirm or pull away, and did not mind at all that Oksana hugged her just a little too tightly. She let herself still in the pretty wild lady's arms, knowing without really understanding how that Oksana did not need much more right now than the warm, gentle and undemanding touch of someone who loved her. She could not wrap a bandage or sew a stitch, but Antonina could love. She wrapped her own small arms all the tighter around Oksana, the much-loved little girl showing the lady who needed so much more, just how hugs were supposed to work.
Well, at least until things became a little too tight some moments later. "Can't breaf Ok-sah-nah," she whispered with a giggle, wiggling just a little in the young woman's lap though her arms stayed right where they were.
Nadejda peered over her shoulder as she skillfully wrapped another makeshift bandage where she knelt, smiling faintly as she caught sight of her granddaughter clutched almost desperately by the sobbing, broken young woman. No, it never occurred to her, even once, to worry for Antonina in Oksana's arms. For all the younger people in this room might fear, respect, despise or sneer at the darkly beautiful young lady, all Nadejda ever saw when she looked to her was twin pairs of solemn brown eyes peering up from their swaddling blankets. Such beautiful babes, Oksana and Oskar. That they were Stanislav's children, she had not the least doubt, their father's strong, solid lines sculpted into their features for anyone with eyes to see. There may have been vast swaths of hurt and misunderstanding, defiance and swift, defensive rage in Oksana, but there was not an ounce of cruelty.
She turned toward the back of the room though, to look to where she'd last seen Vasily. Forest-hued eyes widened a little at a sight she was not sure she would live to see again. Yes, the two young men she loved as dearly as sons were side-by-side, and Nadejda gasped softly.
Mamochka...
Nadejda returned quickly to her work, the faintest ghost of a smile appearing beneath eyes that blinked quickly, to keep the tears at bay.
You promised her. You promised to repair this, to at least try... Another memory came unbidden, the woman on their bed so unnaturally pale, the tender skin beneath her eyes dark, bruised-looking. Her golden hair was dulled, tangled by sweat, its lengths splayed across their bed sheets. But no matter the predations she endured, Anna remained so heart-achingly beautiful, a light of the soul as much as the features through which they shone. He had wrapped his arms about her frail body, helping her hold their precious little girl, just once. To the very end, Anna gave all she had in her, gathering what little strength she left to her failing body to say good-bye, and then to make him promise...
"Aye, good thinking. We may need them yet," Vasily answered with a faint, grim smile as he took the offered rags. He had made a promise, but he hadn't kept it or really even tried. An old, all-too-familiar doubt flashed hot and shaming through his thoughts, that Anna had chosen wrongly, that the better man stood beside him now, slicing a purloined table cloth into bandage ribbons.
Adrian's back was a raw, bleeding mess, and while Pavel searched for makeshift bandages, Vasily had carefully helped remove his shirt, exposing the extent of the lacerations. He averted his eyes quickly from Anton as he took the alcohol offered by Chiudka, glad the younger man could not see the grimace on his face.
"Brace yourself Adrian," was the only warning Vasily gave as he wrapped one strong, firm hand around the young man's shoulder, and poured the alcohol over the gashes.
Antonina never really saw the blood on Oksana's arms or face. Not in the midst of all the woman's pains whirling about her like a dark wind, all those hurts, old and new. The little girl did not squirm or pull away, and did not mind at all that Oksana hugged her just a little too tightly. She let herself still in the pretty wild lady's arms, knowing without really understanding how that Oksana did not need much more right now than the warm, gentle and undemanding touch of someone who loved her. She could not wrap a bandage or sew a stitch, but Antonina could love. She wrapped her own small arms all the tighter around Oksana, the much-loved little girl showing the lady who needed so much more, just how hugs were supposed to work.
Well, at least until things became a little too tight some moments later. "Can't breaf Ok-sah-nah," she whispered with a giggle, wiggling just a little in the young woman's lap though her arms stayed right where they were.
Nadejda peered over her shoulder as she skillfully wrapped another makeshift bandage where she knelt, smiling faintly as she caught sight of her granddaughter clutched almost desperately by the sobbing, broken young woman. No, it never occurred to her, even once, to worry for Antonina in Oksana's arms. For all the younger people in this room might fear, respect, despise or sneer at the darkly beautiful young lady, all Nadejda ever saw when she looked to her was twin pairs of solemn brown eyes peering up from their swaddling blankets. Such beautiful babes, Oksana and Oskar. That they were Stanislav's children, she had not the least doubt, their father's strong, solid lines sculpted into their features for anyone with eyes to see. There may have been vast swaths of hurt and misunderstanding, defiance and swift, defensive rage in Oksana, but there was not an ounce of cruelty.
She turned toward the back of the room though, to look to where she'd last seen Vasily. Forest-hued eyes widened a little at a sight she was not sure she would live to see again. Yes, the two young men she loved as dearly as sons were side-by-side, and Nadejda gasped softly.
Mamochka...
Nadejda returned quickly to her work, the faintest ghost of a smile appearing beneath eyes that blinked quickly, to keep the tears at bay.
That would be wonderful Idle - having Reece back in the game would be fantastic!
I meant to get a post of my own up tonight, but I wound up chatting here and there and getting almost zero writing done at all on top of near zero sleep - so sorry >< I have tomorrow off though, so I should have something up early-ish
eta: Yes, Kuro is awesome, and yes, this idea is totally sit come worry. I think the first episode - you mentioned Pauline's stinkier brother? Yeah, the hilarity of forcing/tricking/trapping Connor into a shower/bath has comedy gold potential
I meant to get a post of my own up tonight, but I wound up chatting here and there and getting almost zero writing done at all on top of near zero sleep - so sorry >< I have tomorrow off though, so I should have something up early-ish
eta: Yes, Kuro is awesome, and yes, this idea is totally sit come worry. I think the first episode - you mentioned Pauline's stinkier brother? Yeah, the hilarity of forcing/tricking/trapping Connor into a shower/bath has comedy gold potential
That sounds great Lil, and I will get mine done when I wake up in the morning. I sure did have great intentions, and I even got a start, but mostly tonight's been a waste of just staring at my screen, and getting nothing at all done :( Just wanted to let you know...
Awwwww... C'mon in you, you've been very missed!
C'mon in you, you've been very missed!
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