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Pain Train Pulling into the Station
Who: Wrath and... you?
What: Getting the lay of the land, also sending out an intro video
Where: All around the rig
When: As the new hires arrive
Warnings/Notes: None, will edit if that changes
[It's a sad statement about Wrath's life that this is not her first time waking up in an alien place, nor her first time being strapped to a chair and interrogated, nor her first time being stuffed into what is plainly a corporate nightmare.
She keeps it together through the intake process, even though parts of it scare the hell out of her. She knows how to put that fear in a little box and ignore it. It's just restraints, not honey, not a woman with chipped pink nail polish. She's got this.
In a strange way, the explanation of the work is almost comforting. The words are different the situation details have changed, but it sure sounds like holding a line, building a dome to keep the people inside safe. In a way, it's comforting compared to being nothing but television entertainment with no distinct mission.
Same shit, different day.
Released out into the rig, Wrath takes her time getting the lay of the land. She's not stupid, and she is paranoid for a multitude of reasons. She pokes her nose into every place she's allowed and perhaps a few she isn't, courtesy of her disarming attitude and non-threatening appearance. She's also, as always, looking for familiar faces.]
Top Deck
[This is actually the first place she heads, because she wants to understand what the external situation is. It's hotter than she's been in a while; she's got sweat rolling down her nose as she looked out over the variagated desert, out to the distant horizon. She's seen the sky recently thanks to the Fleet, but it's somehow different, to think that this is her reality now. The sky is no longer a temporary thing.]
It's beautiful.
[Her fingers itch for a sketch book, for paints, for anything.]
Gardens
[This is not unfamiliar to someone who spent most of her life in a domed city. Proles had some traditional farms, but there were a lot of vertical farms and hydroponics bays. The smell is familiar, and a happy one, and she's happy to get Farmer Bob talking, even if she has almost no idea what he's actually saying. She wanders the paths among the vegetables for a long time, smiling faintly to herself.]
The Mess
[This is honestly the best mess food she's had, and the food even tastes like what it's supposed to be, which is a bonus. Though Wrath is disappointed that there's no drink dispensers like in the mess of the Windrose because she'd just figured out how to make the perfect drink that was also pink.
Oh well.
She collects a tray and chooses a table at random, one where someone who looks like they could use a friend is sitting.]
Hi! I'm Wrath. What's your name?
Training Room
[It's inevitable there'd be a training room, and necessary. Wrath's still got daily physical therapy exercises to do, and she's still trying to train herself back up to full speed and strength after a length of time where she'd been tuned down to human normal for her own safety.
She diligently does her PT, does a few rounds of weights, and then works combat drills with single-minded intensity. First by herself, then with the training droids, then with the floating laser droids. At normal speed, she's impressive. At high speed, she's still plainly relearning. She works both unarmed and with an apparently ordinary, if sleek, cavalry saber.
A couple of lasers hit her and she faceplants into the mats with a loud thump. She sighs with annoyance, picks herself up, shakes it out.]
From the top.
Wildcard!
[There is literally nowhere she's not going to at least try to stick her nose into, so pick a place!]
[Video, sent out later]
[The video shows a middle-aged pink-haired woman with an easy smile.]
This is Wrath, formerly lieutenant in the Proles Militia and first officer of the Windrose. If you're from Proles or the Fleet, report in.
And if not... uh... hi! Looking forward to doing good work with you!
[She waves at the camera. Video ends.]
What: Getting the lay of the land, also sending out an intro video
Where: All around the rig
When: As the new hires arrive
Warnings/Notes: None, will edit if that changes
[It's a sad statement about Wrath's life that this is not her first time waking up in an alien place, nor her first time being strapped to a chair and interrogated, nor her first time being stuffed into what is plainly a corporate nightmare.
She keeps it together through the intake process, even though parts of it scare the hell out of her. She knows how to put that fear in a little box and ignore it. It's just restraints, not honey, not a woman with chipped pink nail polish. She's got this.
In a strange way, the explanation of the work is almost comforting. The words are different the situation details have changed, but it sure sounds like holding a line, building a dome to keep the people inside safe. In a way, it's comforting compared to being nothing but television entertainment with no distinct mission.
Same shit, different day.
Released out into the rig, Wrath takes her time getting the lay of the land. She's not stupid, and she is paranoid for a multitude of reasons. She pokes her nose into every place she's allowed and perhaps a few she isn't, courtesy of her disarming attitude and non-threatening appearance. She's also, as always, looking for familiar faces.]
Top Deck
[This is actually the first place she heads, because she wants to understand what the external situation is. It's hotter than she's been in a while; she's got sweat rolling down her nose as she looked out over the variagated desert, out to the distant horizon. She's seen the sky recently thanks to the Fleet, but it's somehow different, to think that this is her reality now. The sky is no longer a temporary thing.]
It's beautiful.
[Her fingers itch for a sketch book, for paints, for anything.]
Gardens
[This is not unfamiliar to someone who spent most of her life in a domed city. Proles had some traditional farms, but there were a lot of vertical farms and hydroponics bays. The smell is familiar, and a happy one, and she's happy to get Farmer Bob talking, even if she has almost no idea what he's actually saying. She wanders the paths among the vegetables for a long time, smiling faintly to herself.]
The Mess
[This is honestly the best mess food she's had, and the food even tastes like what it's supposed to be, which is a bonus. Though Wrath is disappointed that there's no drink dispensers like in the mess of the Windrose because she'd just figured out how to make the perfect drink that was also pink.
Oh well.
She collects a tray and chooses a table at random, one where someone who looks like they could use a friend is sitting.]
Hi! I'm Wrath. What's your name?
Training Room
[It's inevitable there'd be a training room, and necessary. Wrath's still got daily physical therapy exercises to do, and she's still trying to train herself back up to full speed and strength after a length of time where she'd been tuned down to human normal for her own safety.
She diligently does her PT, does a few rounds of weights, and then works combat drills with single-minded intensity. First by herself, then with the training droids, then with the floating laser droids. At normal speed, she's impressive. At high speed, she's still plainly relearning. She works both unarmed and with an apparently ordinary, if sleek, cavalry saber.
A couple of lasers hit her and she faceplants into the mats with a loud thump. She sighs with annoyance, picks herself up, shakes it out.]
From the top.
Wildcard!
[There is literally nowhere she's not going to at least try to stick her nose into, so pick a place!]
[Video, sent out later]
[The video shows a middle-aged pink-haired woman with an easy smile.]
This is Wrath, formerly lieutenant in the Proles Militia and first officer of the Windrose. If you're from Proles or the Fleet, report in.
And if not... uh... hi! Looking forward to doing good work with you!
[She waves at the camera. Video ends.]
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Thanks. That actually means... a lot. More than you can realize.
[ She blows out a long sigh. ]
They do things. Bifrons does. Did. To correct noncompliant behavior. They make you forget, put new things in your head.
Sometimes I don't know if I'm remembering real things or not. Sometimes I doubt myself, and it's harder when people tell me I'm wrong, because I know my brain is fucking swiss cheese. But I know I remember you. And York, and Carolina, and Delta, and Maine, and Jack, and Winter, and Beverly, and Vision, and Erik, and Charles... all of you that were my friends after I went out the window.
Because they never got their hands on me again after that. And you were a big part of why. You don't know me, but I owe you everything.
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Everything. She says she owes him everything.
What had they done to her? ]
You don't remember Theta?
[ Maybe it was some other version of him, then. Well, he knows it was. But...it's odd for her not to have mentioned Theta. ]
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[ He thinks about it a moment, then shrugs. ]
Theta kind of wants to talk to you now but he also kind of doesn't, so he's staying hidden.
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It's okay, he doesn't have to talk to me if he doesn't want to.
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Her assurance that Theta doesn't have to talk to her helps. ]
He's still thinking about it, but that has him leaning toward coming out sometime soon.
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I'm gonna be around until some other fucking happy fun universe abducts me, Theta, and I always try to listen when people talk. Even if I don't understand sometimes.
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I like you. You're nice.
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[ North gives a slight nod. ]
It is. I wish I could have told you I remembered you, but...
[ You can only do what you can with what you have. ]
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[ She smiles. ]
Just means I get an all-new friend, so that's fun!
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You do have a bit of the advantage in this situation, you know.
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I mean, I assume you had glory days.
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[ And she will be mostly avoiding stories between the war and her time at the Fleet, because it feels like it would be weird to tell North about a bunch of shit that he was directly involved in. And besides, her part in all that hadn't been that much fun for her. ]
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[ He shakes his head a little. That's a weird thought, that he'd start to tell her something about himself and it's something she'd already be aware of. ]
I spent four years on the Mother of Invention but that was full of training and missions so I don't know how fun the stories would be. ...Is that something you already know, too?
[ Damn, that's a headtrip. ]
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[ She makes a small humming sound. ] I got told some stories. Not just by you. Enough to know that it was a fucked up situation and your CO was a headgame-playing mind-fucking piece of shit.
In my professional opinion.
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You make a good assessment.
[ He looks back out toward the horizon line, considering. ]
We're going to have to equalize this situation sometime. The whole knowledge-of-each-other thing.
[ Meaning, she needs to tell him a lot of stories about herself. That is assuming they're going to become friends once again. They've hit it off pretty well so far, he thinks, and according to what she's said they were friend before. So why not? ]
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[ She shrugs. ]
Yeah, sorry it's weird.
[ But she can tell him a story. A fun one. About Wrath and Envy platoons taking out a tank detachment from Notus. That had been a good day, a good fight. It makes her miss Octavian, but it's an old pain, still only half-remembered. ]
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It's okay, it's not your fault.
I'd like to know whose fault it is, but really, thinking that way won't get me anywhere.
[ The story is indeed fun and interesting and he laughs at all the appropriate moments. She's a good storyteller. ]
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With the beer here, that's more like a punishment. It's strong shit, though, that's for sure. I can get drunk off two glasses.
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That's a good attitude to have when it comes to things like that here, I'll tell you that.
[ Theta gives a little bounce of his hologram. ]
Do you think you'll eat the full portion of everything? North has to beg for extra portions off of people since there aren't seconds.
[ North gave a small headshake. ]
Theta, not now. That's a little rude.
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