I'm working on a post, but I've been drained of motivation lately, but I'll try and get one up tomorrow.
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Turnabout Luckster
STATUS: dyin from work. Gonna be brain dead for a while until I readjust 9 yrs ago
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dyin from work. Gonna be brain dead for a while until I readjust
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School. Hell. I'm almost certain there's school in Hell.
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I wanna be a crystal gem, ma
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It's been a bad week and it's only wednesday
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EY YO SENPAI NOTICE ME
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It's okay, I hope you feel better soon, but take your time to cope. It's okay.
Nah, we're just slow. Probably busy with other shit, I mean, it is only Wednesday over here. Besides, the GM prioritizes RL over this, so we're slow but steady from what I can tell. Not dead yet. I think.
Well, this was starting out better than Nyx had hoped. She held the tea mostly for comfort, and she found that tea kept her up when she needed to sleep. So she could accept it properly, but she could at least look like she was accepting the warm cup. Nyx wondered what her Co would say next, because the scene in the hangar clearly hadn't gone unnoticed. Instead, Eiren put the blame on herself with her first impression and the lecture. Nyx didn't mind letting others take the blame for the stupid things she did if it meant she got off scot free, but this time it felt wrong.
Then Eiren mentioned that Nyx walked away in the middle of a conversation. When did she do that? Was it earlier when she was supposed to be admonished with Gurjen? Maybe she did need to sleep more after all, if her memory and manners were getting this bad. The worst part had to be that Eiren kept staring with that smile, and Nyx felt like she was in the crosshairs of something far worse.
"I-I know. It's not your fault, I got used to working while tired, and I figured it'd just be small jobs. But when you're laying down or just on autopilot you just... fall asleep. I try not to sleep in the hangar, but I was so excited that I just forgot to sleep before coming onboard." Nyx tried to explain, still feeling like a child who was being told off by their parent. "The regs don't bother me, I'm just not used to being so... regulated, if that makes any sense.
"Growing up, it was kind of easy to be ignored. I mean, there were just so many of us that every so often if one went missing, someone else would just replace them and life would move on. There was no investigation, or SOP, it just moved on and we were expected to find our way on our own. My whole existence boiled down to: find parts, fix parts, and not to get killed for good parts. So, now everyone has rules and tries to know where I am, and before it just wasn't like that, but I want to try and do it because I want to be a pilot. I've been an engineer my whole life, but I want to try being a pilot. But... if you want to reassign me, I understand."
You wouldn't be the first to tell me that I'm a poor fit for this line of work...
@Silverwind Blade
Then Eiren mentioned that Nyx walked away in the middle of a conversation. When did she do that? Was it earlier when she was supposed to be admonished with Gurjen? Maybe she did need to sleep more after all, if her memory and manners were getting this bad. The worst part had to be that Eiren kept staring with that smile, and Nyx felt like she was in the crosshairs of something far worse.
"I-I know. It's not your fault, I got used to working while tired, and I figured it'd just be small jobs. But when you're laying down or just on autopilot you just... fall asleep. I try not to sleep in the hangar, but I was so excited that I just forgot to sleep before coming onboard." Nyx tried to explain, still feeling like a child who was being told off by their parent. "The regs don't bother me, I'm just not used to being so... regulated, if that makes any sense.
"Growing up, it was kind of easy to be ignored. I mean, there were just so many of us that every so often if one went missing, someone else would just replace them and life would move on. There was no investigation, or SOP, it just moved on and we were expected to find our way on our own. My whole existence boiled down to: find parts, fix parts, and not to get killed for good parts. So, now everyone has rules and tries to know where I am, and before it just wasn't like that, but I want to try and do it because I want to be a pilot. I've been an engineer my whole life, but I want to try being a pilot. But... if you want to reassign me, I understand."
You wouldn't be the first to tell me that I'm a poor fit for this line of work...
@Silverwind Blade
I've got to stop making this a habit...
@Silverwind Blade
@Silverwind Blade
Nyx, focused on trying to get a loose part screwed in and fastened to the plane while trying to keep it from falling at the same time, but her hands were greasy and scraped up by now, so she had to lean into it. She'd tried to listen to what she had to say to the asshole, but the board wouldn't go where it needed and she needed to focus on it more. After a few minutes, she managed to fit it in, then closed the panel, checking to see if the AI circuit board was functioning correctly. Just before Nyx started the diagnostic program, Eiren walked up and Nyx pushed the button to let it automatically cycle through while Nyx listened to what Eiren had to say.
It started with food, which caught Nyx's attention immediately, and ended with Nyx having to go to to her office later. Nyx did not want to go, but she also figured that she didn't want to be hauled in by security, so she'd go after she was done eating. As ordered. Nyx nodded at Eiren to show that she understood and went back to the female head to wash off the grease and start on applying some bandages. As she uncovered scratches she realized she didn't need any bandages yet, but she should at least cover one on her right hand, since it was bleeding enough to cause concern if she was going to meet her commanding officer. Nyx forgot if that was what she should call Eiren.
As she walked to the mess hall, she tried to recall all the information she learned during bootcamp and then promptly forgot. Something about hats and that she thought the ranking system was stupid. She'd have to refresh her memory later. She noted Gurjan sitting down and looking forlorn. She should apologize, because it was her fault for getting him punished like that. Then again, he might not accept it, so she opted to either tell him later or simply forget and tell him she meant to later.
Her rations were the expected size and were enough for the average crewman, but she still took the storeable parts of the meal and placed it into her pockets and ate the rest quickly. When she finished, she walked back to the main hangar, mostly just for the sensation of walking, but also to see the hustle and bustle of the rest of the ship. She'd eaten fast enough that the detour would give Eiren time to prepare. After about ten minutes there, she asked the AI for directions and managed to find her way back to the squad's area of the ship. It was easy to find the location of the office, but it wasn't like Nyx wanted to go and face it yet. Still, it was this then sleep until the mission started.
Nyx knocked on the door and entered, moving to the couch, as she could see the countdown and didn't want to be standing when it happened. Well, if I get demoted or fired, at least I'll have sat on this couch. It's comfortable.
"You told me to come, ma'am?" Nyx said, actually trying to be respectful. "I'm assuming its important because of your threat about the ship security." The waves of importance and the weight of the room made Nyx fidget and shift on the couch, and she had to supress the urge to continue to talk and thus end up digging herself into a hole. Again. For the third time today.
It started with food, which caught Nyx's attention immediately, and ended with Nyx having to go to to her office later. Nyx did not want to go, but she also figured that she didn't want to be hauled in by security, so she'd go after she was done eating. As ordered. Nyx nodded at Eiren to show that she understood and went back to the female head to wash off the grease and start on applying some bandages. As she uncovered scratches she realized she didn't need any bandages yet, but she should at least cover one on her right hand, since it was bleeding enough to cause concern if she was going to meet her commanding officer. Nyx forgot if that was what she should call Eiren.
As she walked to the mess hall, she tried to recall all the information she learned during bootcamp and then promptly forgot. Something about hats and that she thought the ranking system was stupid. She'd have to refresh her memory later. She noted Gurjan sitting down and looking forlorn. She should apologize, because it was her fault for getting him punished like that. Then again, he might not accept it, so she opted to either tell him later or simply forget and tell him she meant to later.
Her rations were the expected size and were enough for the average crewman, but she still took the storeable parts of the meal and placed it into her pockets and ate the rest quickly. When she finished, she walked back to the main hangar, mostly just for the sensation of walking, but also to see the hustle and bustle of the rest of the ship. She'd eaten fast enough that the detour would give Eiren time to prepare. After about ten minutes there, she asked the AI for directions and managed to find her way back to the squad's area of the ship. It was easy to find the location of the office, but it wasn't like Nyx wanted to go and face it yet. Still, it was this then sleep until the mission started.
Nyx knocked on the door and entered, moving to the couch, as she could see the countdown and didn't want to be standing when it happened. Well, if I get demoted or fired, at least I'll have sat on this couch. It's comfortable.
"You told me to come, ma'am?" Nyx said, actually trying to be respectful. "I'm assuming its important because of your threat about the ship security." The waves of importance and the weight of the room made Nyx fidget and shift on the couch, and she had to supress the urge to continue to talk and thus end up digging herself into a hole. Again. For the third time today.
Hmm... it seems things became a bit slow... may inquire what people have been up to?
All the fun of college and pretty much just waiting on others.
Hey guys, lurker here. I'm honestly just popping in to make my appreciation for this RP known. You've got a very cool setting, keep a pretty consistent pace, and you're dealing with the little hangups like adults, which is something I wish I could say was common or unremarkable. It's been a very entertaining read so far and, well, I thought you'd all like to know that you have the approval of at least one complete stranger. Keep up the good work!
I thrive on the appreciation of strangers, so thank you. May you be entertained with what's to come.
Nyx actually went pale at the flying toolbox. She thought that the military didn't function like that, and her back crawled at the sight of it. Nyx stood stock still until she was certain that she was out of eyesight, and held her hands together to try and stop their trembling. She wiped away the bleariness from her eyes and moved to try and fix another fighter. After about thirty more minutes of dropping tools because her hands were still trembling, she stopped and decided to go hide in the vents, a quick thirty minute nap and she'd go back to work.
Nyx went into the bathroom and searched for a movable vent hatch, and when she didn't find one she curled herself into the biggest stall's corner to sleep. However, her mind just barely succumbed to sleep, still racing with the idea of being the useless one on the team. She startled awake after a short time passed, the ghost of a nightmare haunting her.
She stood and exited the bathroom, still tired but less in danger of taking a nap and went back to work on the nearest available fighter. He was probably just angry at her for calling him out on his jerk behavior. The words to defend herself died on her tongue, and she wondered how long it would be until Eiren caught wind of the incident and she ended up scrubbing toilets.
Nyx went into the bathroom and searched for a movable vent hatch, and when she didn't find one she curled herself into the biggest stall's corner to sleep. However, her mind just barely succumbed to sleep, still racing with the idea of being the useless one on the team. She startled awake after a short time passed, the ghost of a nightmare haunting her.
She stood and exited the bathroom, still tired but less in danger of taking a nap and went back to work on the nearest available fighter. He was probably just angry at her for calling him out on his jerk behavior. The words to defend herself died on her tongue, and she wondered how long it would be until Eiren caught wind of the incident and she ended up scrubbing toilets.
my guess? we're both going to face consequences, and I'm ok with that, because I feel like this conflict has some meaning, it's a side story at best, but still, story.@RainDash
We should put them in a big t-shirt called the 'get along shirt' for a week. And I agree, it's an interesting side story that could factor in a big way later, because there's animosity and if they were to say, have to work together to help their teammates it might not happen.
Plus I like negative relationships too, adds depth
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