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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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"I suppose I've been doing it all my life, more or less. Family legacy. But long term. We are the personal bodyguards of our royals. As for non-combatants... Yeah. A good number. I'm trying to train some of the older teens, but it's not always easy."
They're stubborn idiots sometimes.
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"Oh, god," she groans, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Teenagers are the worst. How many have we got?"
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"A lot. Not as many kids anymore, which is a relief. But still a few. We're trying to start up a school, get them some education."
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"I'm not sure they know how to recognize age in other species," he admits with a shrug. "That could be the reason. Or they don't have a lot of control over all of this."
Though she's not wrong about child soldiers. Sure, he'd been trained from a very young age and so had Noctis and Ignis, but most in Lucis weren't allowed to train until they were in their early teens, unless they were nobility.
Nobility were always weird.