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exsiliumlogs2013-10-23 07:11 pm
totallytrustworthy) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-10-23 07:11 pm
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Despite these imperfections, despite all I say
Date & Time: 10/ 21 mid-moonish thirty
Location: One of many base halls
Characters: Chloe Frazer and Han Solo
Summary: Scoundrel meets scoundrel
Warnings: Sass inside
There's a lot on her mind lately. Conversations tossed back and fort between anyone close enough to catch her attention while she paces the corridors in an effort to find quieter sections of the base not marked by wide windows with deep views of everything she'd rather not see. Space makes her ill, confinement even more so.
But there are spaces where scrap's collected in heaps, where technology outweighs the milling commotion that is day to day life on the base. There's no chance of digging up treasure in the piles of abandon metal up here, but engines have always been her thing, haven't they? More so than playing nice, anyway.
Though it's when she rounds the corner of her usual routine and finds someone forearms deep in repairs that she has to stop in her tracks-- reevaluate the situation and whether or not a dose of conversation's worth the effort right now.
It's not, but the tech work might be.
"Oi, need a hand?"
Location: One of many base halls
Characters: Chloe Frazer and Han Solo
Summary: Scoundrel meets scoundrel
Warnings: Sass inside
There's a lot on her mind lately. Conversations tossed back and fort between anyone close enough to catch her attention while she paces the corridors in an effort to find quieter sections of the base not marked by wide windows with deep views of everything she'd rather not see. Space makes her ill, confinement even more so.
But there are spaces where scrap's collected in heaps, where technology outweighs the milling commotion that is day to day life on the base. There's no chance of digging up treasure in the piles of abandon metal up here, but engines have always been her thing, haven't they? More so than playing nice, anyway.
Though it's when she rounds the corner of her usual routine and finds someone forearms deep in repairs that she has to stop in her tracks-- reevaluate the situation and whether or not a dose of conversation's worth the effort right now.
It's not, but the tech work might be.
"Oi, need a hand?"