Catch Me Up On Getting Out Of Here

[speakveryclearly]

Date & Time: November 4th
Location: Transporter Room ------> Germany
Characters: Kan-Mar, A-Honey, ???
Summary: Two girls drag themselves out of the post-mission, post-zombie funk into another mission.
Warnings: White collar crime, possible prolonged eye contact

Kanaya drags herself through the hallway and is impressed by at least no longer dripping a trail of blood. Not that she's spotless. There's a deep stain on her jaw that just wouldn't come out, and she didn't have time to make it do so, not when she had to quarantine her battlefield dress and slap together an appropriate substitute outfit (the black coat almost made her pink dress presentable if it could be mistaken for a flowing skirt). There are the newcomer-veteran matchups to release tomorrow, or at least discuss since the greater number of newcomers were too busy avoiding necromorphs to register themselves...

Which is no excuse to skip her scheduled mission either. That would be a disservice to the Initiative, because if she's not going to pursue any goal other than personal procurement, who will? When will they ever get off the moon? How many worlds will the United Earth lay to waste while they wait?

There's no option available to her except walking through the revolving door, this endless illusory cycle that people and personal actions have any persistent meaning. The next doorway she goes through has to bear the sound of her fist slapping its surface.

Comments

[speakveryclearly]

[She shuffles over to her corner and starts organizing the papers that have piled up in her absence.]

You know, some people think we shouldn't go back down there any time soon, that it would be safer to operate remotely. I'm not sure if my disagreement is rational or sentimental.

[the_array_team]

[There's a pause in his work, a glance up at her over the console. Things he hadn't been expecting to hear... that.]

Sentimental?

[speakveryclearly]

Well, yeah, isn't that how you'd describe the desire to return to a place arbitrarily designated as "home"?

[Her voice does not contain a trace of irony.]

[the_array_team]

Yeah... it's somethin' like that.

[speakveryclearly]

[She kind of tries to "Heh", it doesn't really come out as more than a forced smirk with breath behind it.]

I guess you don't hear that terribly often.

[the_array_team]

Fair t'say it's new.

[He takes a sip of coffee and leans on one elbow.]

Aint got an answer if it's sentiment or rational like for ya. All I know is it don't matter if I remember all this or not. Aint nothin' in any world that's gonna keep me from goin' home, proper.

[speakveryclearly]

[At least they feel the same way.]

The reliability of memory is vastly overrated anyway.

[the_array_team]

[He actually laughs at that, almost a bark.]

Aint that t'truth.

[speakveryclearly]

It's been a hard lesson to learn, the undependability of the past... that's the other edge of its malleability, I guess?

[the_array_team]

Yeah. I aint one t'be throwin' spite at all we got left.

...

Been some days. Don't think I've said thanks. Finally makin' some headway on all this shit.

[speakveryclearly]

You're - very welcome. I'm just glad that I can help.

Ahiru will be here in a few minutes; is there anything you need right away before we're gone?

[the_array_team]

[He waves a hand and settles back behind his monitor.]

Take a break after this. I got it.