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goneawayworld2021-02-06 11:36 am
pain_train) wrote in goneawayworld2021-02-06 11:36 am
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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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So what's it like 1200 years ago? Are you guys still living in caves? [ She's teasing. Mostly. ]
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Some of us live in farms. I live in a car, when I'm not here on... [He gestures with the hand holding the cigarette, leaving a faint motion trail of smoke.] Whatever this counts as. Did you know it only goes three miles an hour?
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That was in the pamphlet! I think it's kind of cool. Like... it's I've seen docs about mining cities that are like this, built on hot planets where they crawl along to stay on the dark side. Not quite the same thing, but...
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Well, that's a better attitude than some have about it. [Dan smiles.] Mining cities, huh? Would't have called that for the future.
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Good attitude is good for morale! I guess I don't see a reason to be negative yet. Like... I miss the Fleet, but things would have to be real fucked up here to be worse than Proles got.
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Proles? Like proletariat? [Dan may be illiterate, but he's not unlearned.] I've been in jail, so my standards are low. I'm just excited to have a bathroom stall with a door and not have to pay sixteen dollars for a vending machine Snickers.
[She had mentioned a CO, so Dan doesn't mind sharing that information, but doesn't want to ask her about if she meant jail in case it's a sensitive subject.]
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I guess? I dunno know if the name is special for something. [ Wrath, on the other hand, is literate but definitely not learned. Having a memory full of holes also doesn't help. Anyway, she doesn't seem phased by him saying he's been to jail. At this point, she's been around enough that she's not taking the judgment of anyone's equivalent to the Order of Justice at face value, and Dan seems really nice. ] Snickers... are those like rat bars?
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[Taking another drag:] Snickers are candy bars. Which, I reckon, makes it better than jails where they don't got candy bars for purchase. Point is, the food here is edible, and sometimes in the jails I been it ain't.