[ Valentines is... really not South's scene. Like, at all. She doesn't remember the last valentines day she even acknowledged and she's hardly enthused that she's been left with little other choice, here. Which is, by the way, really fucking weird. Who bans relationships and then enforces involvement in valentines activities? What the fuck?
She is lucky enough that what lingering old romantic wounds she has are buried deep enough that the cupids don't particularly care she exists when much more obvious meals are around, but she'd almost rather deal with fighting them off than do this corporate valentines bullshit.
All this to say: no one has ever looked so grumpy about doing arts and crafts as South does right now.
It doesn't exactly help that she's still down a fully functioning hand. What little effort she cares to put in to her extremely generic valentines, which she has no intention at all of actually handing out, is thoroughly undermined by the fact she's doing it basically one-handed. ]
I'm gonna get this splint off and a fuckin' mountain of glitter's just gonna fall out. This shit really does get everywhere.
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[ Speed Not-Dating. Fucking wonderful, as if this entire affair wasn't weird enough.
South hasn't exactly been a social butterfly on the rig and sure, maybe she was thinking about changing that—but not like this. Not sitting around cycling through sad saps she'll never see again. She's not the worst at maintaining a conversation, is even learning to bite her tongue instead of snap or snark sometimes, but this is just kind of draining.
It's actually a relief when another New Hire takes the seat across from her. New Hires are generally more... interesting, people, if nothing else; eight minutes with them has to be less mind-numbing than with Generic Lady From Accounting or whatever. ]
You here because they told you to be, because you genuinely want to be, or for shits and giggles?
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[ Valentines is... really not South's scene. Like, at all. She doesn't remember the last valentines day she even acknowledged and she's hardly enthused that she's been left with little other choice, here. Which is, by the way, really fucking weird. Who bans relationships and then enforces involvement in valentines activities? What the fuck?
She is lucky enough that what lingering old romantic wounds she has are buried deep enough that the cupids don't particularly care she exists when much more obvious meals are around, but she'd almost rather deal with fighting them off than do this corporate valentines bullshit.
All this to say: no one has ever looked so grumpy about doing arts and crafts as South does right now.
It doesn't exactly help that she's still down a fully functioning hand. What little effort she cares to put in to her extremely generic valentines, which she has no intention at all of actually handing out, is thoroughly undermined by the fact she's doing it basically one-handed. ]
I'm gonna get this splint off and a fuckin' mountain of glitter's just gonna fall out. This shit really does get everywhere.
D
[ Speed Not-Dating. Fucking wonderful, as if this entire affair wasn't weird enough.
South hasn't exactly been a social butterfly on the rig and sure, maybe she was thinking about changing that—but not like this. Not sitting around cycling through sad saps she'll never see again. She's not the worst at maintaining a conversation, is even learning to bite her tongue instead of snap or snark sometimes, but this is just kind of draining.
It's actually a relief when another New Hire takes the seat across from her. New Hires are generally more... interesting, people, if nothing else; eight minutes with them has to be less mind-numbing than with Generic Lady From Accounting or whatever. ]
You here because they told you to be, because you genuinely want to be, or for shits and giggles?