[from the moment the first ship leaves for the moon, she starts up an almost destructive routine. Self-destructive, mostly. She's at the Hold every morning, watching ships leave or return, looking for people she hasn't seen since the attack on the UE and making sure the few people she'd consider friends have left or are leaving.
And when she gets too angry and upset at everything she retreats, either to her room or the hospital. She avoids everyone, takes stock of what they have and what they'll need, what they're sending and what she'll happily go on a mission for. Because eventually, she knows something or someone will force her to the moon. So she takes a mental checklist, because she still needs to be doing something, still needs to be useful in some way, and needs the distraction from the tragedy that's about to happen]
b. The Moon (September 30)
[she's angry. No, she's pissed. Here she is, on the bloody moon, against her own wishes and she has nowhere to go to set something on fire. Could she even set something on fire in this damn base? She wasn't sure, but she was waiting for the moment she could leave to go on a mission so she could, without worry of screwing up whatever tech was making this possible.
As it is she just wanders until then, moody and dearly wishing they'd left her on the damn planet]
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[from the moment the first ship leaves for the moon, she starts up an almost destructive routine. Self-destructive, mostly. She's at the Hold every morning, watching ships leave or return, looking for people she hasn't seen since the attack on the UE and making sure the few people she'd consider friends have left or are leaving.
And when she gets too angry and upset at everything she retreats, either to her room or the hospital. She avoids everyone, takes stock of what they have and what they'll need, what they're sending and what she'll happily go on a mission for. Because eventually, she knows something or someone will force her to the moon. So she takes a mental checklist, because she still needs to be doing something, still needs to be useful in some way, and needs the distraction from the tragedy that's about to happen]
b. The Moon (September 30)
[she's angry. No, she's pissed. Here she is, on the bloody moon, against her own wishes and she has nowhere to go to set something on fire. Could she even set something on fire in this damn base? She wasn't sure, but she was waiting for the moment she could leave to go on a mission so she could, without worry of screwing up whatever tech was making this possible.
As it is she just wanders until then, moody and dearly wishing they'd left her on the damn planet]