Xandrya

Post a random fact about yourself.

@Gunther

Joder, el tío necesita ayuda...

Watch Money Heist with subtitles. Boy did I learn a lot, and that's without the lingo I already knew. I mentioned this before but on that trip the accent stuck and it stayed with me for a few days after I returned home. My great grandparents were born there so if you drop me off for a week I'm pretty sure I can pass off as a local given I already have the looks.

Post a random fact about yourself.

Years ago I traveled to Spain. To this day I still have the blanket I took from the flight back home. Now whenever I feel cold on the couch or something, I use it and it's great.

Post a random fact about yourself.

I love roasted, slightly salted peanuts.

Aboard the I.S.S. Prize : An Episodic Sci-Fi Adventure

She hadn't put away her pad just yet when an alert rang, informing her of an incoming message. Beatrice took a glance and saw a message from someone named Nick, presumably the one to be running the show. Maybe it was the default auto-reply to newcomers. Or maybe he was out and about and had to keep it brief. They had just docked, and there was nothing like getting off a ship after being out regardless of the length or severity of the mission. Whatever the reason, Beatrice just wanted to get some rest. Get off her feet for a couple of hours, a beverage in one hand and maybe the book in the other. In the moment, that would be extremely nice. But she couldn't have it all, at least not the drink. She would still have to attend a briefing and maybe do a quick walk-through if they did that sort of thing aboard the Prize. Though if the head honcho was away, Beatrice could play, and her definition of play was to lie down and listen to a relaxing playlist with her sleeping mask on. Or at least, that was the idea.

First, she would have to find her quarters. Once more, Beatrice turned to her pad. She messed around for a few moments but there wasn't any special note regarding room assignments. That was either a system error or any one free room was up for grabs. If she did went ahead and moved into any room she chose, there really wouldn't be any repercussions. The worst that could happen was she'd have to pack up her stuff and be reassigned. Beatrice liked those odds, and so her plan was to continue to walk until she found someone who could guide her in the right direction.

Post a random fact about yourself.

I'd get you back but being you were Army is punishment enough.

Post a random fact about yourself.

I lurk the Navy website a lot.

@role model

Hello, welcome. We've been expecting you.

Yes, I was a squid.

_{Go Navy beat Army!}

Aboard the I.S.S. Prize : An Episodic Sci-Fi Adventure

The young woman shouldered the bag that had been by her feet, watching the crowd around her. She had put away the book she had just purchased from the quirky individual in the corner. An actual book, one with numbered pages and even a note from the author on the inside of the cover. The purchase had been accidental too. Originally, Beatrice was looking for a snack. She came across the small stand selling a variety of items to include various foods, but she spotted a small bowl with a clear lid filled with little live creatures and her stomach turned. When asked if everything was alright, that's when Beatrice noticed the book on the other side. And so now she hadn't had her snack, but she had a book.

Beatrice reached for her pad tucked away in one of the pockets of her dark grey utility jacket. She was good with directions, but even she needed help every once in a while. The indicator showed she was near the Prize, she just needed to walk a little further. That was all fine and dandy. The crowd around her hadn't exactly doubled, but they had gotten louder. She tapped the little ear piece and music filled her ears. At that moment, Beatrice simply wanted to reach her destination and settle down. The long trip had tired her out, especially since she hadn't had anything to eat. Not that she would at that point, but she was feeling fatigued.

The young woman walked some more, then turned another corner before the Prize came into view. Beatrice felt a surge of newfound energy and picked up the pace a bit, her steps nearly matching the beat of the music playing in her ears. She was more than relieved for having concluded her trip, and she was waiting to see what this new assignment had in store for her.

Once inside, Beatrice took out her pad again. She decided to check in there instead of in person. Not that she was the anti-social type, but it seemed she would be looking for someone for a while and she didn't want to get lost in her new home just yet.

Post a random fact about yourself.

Yesterday I woke up with a scratch on my chest right below the neck. It's not as prominent today, but still there. My guess is that I scratched myself in my sleep because I didn't have it the night before.

Aboard the I.S.S. Prize : An Episodic Sci-Fi Adventure

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The one you sent the other day called "Initial Post?" Yeah, I replied to it a few minutes after you sent it.

I haven't gotten any message from you since then, though. As far as I know, that's the only PM you've ever sent me. So if you replied or sent a new PM, I haven't gotten it.

@Tortoise

Well that solves it. I haven't received anything on my end but I was wondering what took so long lol.

Aboard the I.S.S. Prize : An Episodic Sci-Fi Adventure

@Tortoise

Hey, did you read my message?