Pain Train Pulling into the Station

[pain_train]

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.]

Comments

top deck

[bothbarrels]

[ North was coming up for a breath of fresh air—which wasn't necessarily very nice, considering the heat, but it was outside, at least. He saw the woman with pink hair at the railing, realized he'd never met her, and decided to come and greet her. New arrivals were various levels of scared and confused, and he liked to greet them, when he could.

He hears her mumble to herself and comes up alongside, looking out over the railing. ]

It's the best view in this place.

[ownperson]

[ With her dominant hand still in a splint after an unfortunate... incident between her fist and a bulkhead, South's training options are a lot more limited than she'd like. Rather than doing all the combat training she wants to be doing, she's relegated to things that don't require both hands. Treadmills, leg curls, or pushing her luck a little by going one-handed for push-ups and pull-ups.

She pays little attention to her surroundings as she works out, not even casting an eye across the rest of the room until she eventually needs a break. She sits herself down off to the side of the sparring mats, because there at least she can observe other fighters among the New Hires, and watches the pink-haired woman for a while in silence.

New face, she thinks between swigs of water, and not half bad a fighter. Idly, she calls out just loud enough to be heard: ]

Those things sure sting like a bitch, huh?

i'm going to create a card so wild

[bananaclip]

[ Dayna's lying on the bed when Wrath enters her room. Her room. She's not at all surprised to find a newbie walking in, though, and she looks up from her bunk, from the book she's been reading, and says dryly: ]

Hey. I'm guessing we're roommates. I'm Dayna.

the mess

[zerofield]

[ Someone who looks like they could use a friend, in this case, is a petite girl of about fifteen with a very deadpan demeanor, poking at her food with the attitude of someone who knows they need to eat but isn't getting a bit of enjoyment out of doing so. ]

Ah?

[ Wrath is...an interesting name, but Tio wasn't entirely raised in a barn, she has some manners. ]

I'm Tio. Hi.

Video

[walkingballpit]

Hey Wrath, I’m Robbie.

[ No judgment on the name, one of his oldest friends calls himself Rage and is a total marshmallow. ]

Those sound ship-shaped. Sea ship or space ship?

The mess

[poor_unlucky_girl]

Oh, hello. [she smiles timidly] My name is Jennifer, I'm new.

Top Deck

[hallelujahjunction]

[Dan tries to get up to the top deck at least a few times per day to get his nicotine fix, and at the moment that leads him across Wrath's path. He's been getting cigarettes from the various Jorgmund workers he's befriended and socialized with, and even though he has to ration them, the here-and-there ritual is keeping him feeling grounded.

He sees someone new, and heads over the railing on the Rig where he can look out and smoke while downwind of her, in case she doesn't like the smell. He gives a little wave, a short man with a voice that sounds like five miles of bad road and bronchitis.]

Sure is. Some days it's outright spectacular. [He smiles at her.] You're new around here, ain't you? Welcome to the Rig.