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revivalproject2023-12-09 11:40 am
cactusy) wrote in revivalproject2023-12-09 11:40 am
→ 001 | network + action
network | text | OTA
Sameen Shaw, 32, Marine Corps veteran. Skills include medical work, weaponry, and combat. Formerly of New York City circa 2015. Currently of the Glitter Food crew, I guess, though whoever named these ships needs to rethink their life choices.
Three things.
1. Who's in charge here on the human side of things? I'm seeing rosters, I'm seeing specialties, but I'm not seeing rank. I don't even know who my own captain is.
2. I saw a guy has his baby with him. Anybody know how I can get these aliens to abduct my dog for me?
3. Anybody with access to hard alcohol want to be my new best friend?
[... And that's it! What a friendly, sociable sort she is.]
action | OTA to Glitter Food residents
Knowing what the Data Points do is all well and good, but that intel only goes so far if they're unlabeled. Shaw studies the six identical Expertise Data Points, vaguely wondering if she's supposed to just be able to tell somehow - but if that's the case, then that part of the orientation clearly skipped her over. And playing trial and error with her brain? Not a very enticing prospect at the moment.
"Hey," she says, flagging down a passerby at random. "You got any idea which of these can get me into Security?"
After that, she wanders, giving herself something of a self-guided tour of the accessible areas of the station: find her walking through the greenhouse, furrowing her brow at the library's empty shelves, or sampling the food paste dispensers (giving them some impressively disgusted looks as she does so). She can also be found taking in the beach, and after a moment's consideration, stripping down to her underwear so she can go lounge in the hot spring area for a while. Her sports bra and boyshorts both provide more coverage than the average bikini, so she's hoping she's not violating any ship decency laws here - but she'll try to stay submerged up to her shoulders just in case.
Eventually, she makes her way to the training area, where she appreciatively inspects the gym equipment on offer and uses her newly-acquired Security expertise to open the door to the security center. And this, finally, is what makes her... not light up, exactly, but her pupils definitely dilate and her mouth curves up in a small half-smile. Ah, yes. This is absolutely what she'd picked that Data Point for. Good job, Agra 10.
"Now that's what I'm talking about," she breathes, hoisting up one of the glowing guns with her hands, testing the weight and feel of it. And then, practically salivating with anticipation, she heads straight for the shooting range. Sorry to anyone else who might be interested in using the space, but she's definitely going to be here for a while. Care to share?
Sameen Shaw, 32, Marine Corps veteran. Skills include medical work, weaponry, and combat. Formerly of New York City circa 2015. Currently of the Glitter Food crew, I guess, though whoever named these ships needs to rethink their life choices.
Three things.
1. Who's in charge here on the human side of things? I'm seeing rosters, I'm seeing specialties, but I'm not seeing rank. I don't even know who my own captain is.
2. I saw a guy has his baby with him. Anybody know how I can get these aliens to abduct my dog for me?
3. Anybody with access to hard alcohol want to be my new best friend?
[... And that's it! What a friendly, sociable sort she is.]
action | OTA to Glitter Food residents
Knowing what the Data Points do is all well and good, but that intel only goes so far if they're unlabeled. Shaw studies the six identical Expertise Data Points, vaguely wondering if she's supposed to just be able to tell somehow - but if that's the case, then that part of the orientation clearly skipped her over. And playing trial and error with her brain? Not a very enticing prospect at the moment.
"Hey," she says, flagging down a passerby at random. "You got any idea which of these can get me into Security?"
After that, she wanders, giving herself something of a self-guided tour of the accessible areas of the station: find her walking through the greenhouse, furrowing her brow at the library's empty shelves, or sampling the food paste dispensers (giving them some impressively disgusted looks as she does so). She can also be found taking in the beach, and after a moment's consideration, stripping down to her underwear so she can go lounge in the hot spring area for a while. Her sports bra and boyshorts both provide more coverage than the average bikini, so she's hoping she's not violating any ship decency laws here - but she'll try to stay submerged up to her shoulders just in case.
Eventually, she makes her way to the training area, where she appreciatively inspects the gym equipment on offer and uses her newly-acquired Security expertise to open the door to the security center. And this, finally, is what makes her... not light up, exactly, but her pupils definitely dilate and her mouth curves up in a small half-smile. Ah, yes. This is absolutely what she'd picked that Data Point for. Good job, Agra 10.
"Now that's what I'm talking about," she breathes, hoisting up one of the glowing guns with her hands, testing the weight and feel of it. And then, practically salivating with anticipation, she heads straight for the shooting range. Sorry to anyone else who might be interested in using the space, but she's definitely going to be here for a while. Care to share?
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and fuck, pretty sure no one's in charge, thank god
bad move to assume everyone's human, tho
and alcohol in general is usually hard to find
[Well, for other people, at least.]
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How many of us are human vs not human?
no subject
also no, never had coworkers, so
i shudder to think of what a teambuilding seminar involves
dunno, figured it's rude to ask
i know a talking echidna tho
he's a cool guy
and i know he's not the only one who isn't human
no subject
no subject
like, there's people from a bunch of different worlds
so i think technically, even some would be considered aliens?
but i haven't been in a hurry to run around pointing fingers
you know what they say about assumptions
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Is the talking echidna echidna-sized?
no subject
also good to know
and i mean that genuinely, cause like, some people can be massive assholes about anyone who isnt a vanilla human being
lmao god no, thankfully
hes like
four feet tall or something?
tho...a talking echidna the size of an actual echidna would be pretty rad
[Cute. He meant cute. But he was absolutely not going to say that.]