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Pain Train Pulling into the Station
Feb. 6th, 2021 11:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pain_trainWho: 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.]
( Action options! )
[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.]
( Action options! )
[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.]
