[OPEN] Standing on the cliff face, highest fall you'll ever grace

[totallytrustworthy]

Date & Time: various; post zombie madness
Location: Places
Characters: Chloe Frazer and YOU-- or at least we all hope it's you in there
Summary: last boarding call for the S.S. Disaster of the Century (viva la revolution)
Warnings: copious amounts of Robin Hooditis

 

A: Cafeteria

[She doesn't much care for the idea of borrowing anything when supplies are scarce. Doesn't like the thought that this is-- for the moment-- all they've got left. But plans are plans, and change is necessary, and nothing in this world (or any other for that matter) comes without a cost. If they mean to hole themselves up long enough for negotiations to leave them all in a better state than the one they're in right now, then spare packets of food and water are more necessity than nicety.

Still, doesn't make the pill go down any easier; Chloe spends more time hovering near the kitchens than what's appropriate for anyone that isn't Gordon Ramsay. Might be worth looking into, honestly.]

B: Corridors; farther away from housing

[And the damage isn't as noticeable as it ought to be, (years of abandonment means the base already looks a half step away from collapsing like a house of cards) but considering she'd rather not experience what it's like getting sucked out into the endless vacuum that is our known universe any time soon, Chloe's quick to lend a hand wherever it's needed amongst the more battle scarred sections of the station. Sure, she's exhausted-- looks the part, sporting a good layer of salt and dust that's been there since the start of the undead fiasco-- but the sooner they get the base back into (relatively) good shape, the sooner she'll feel secure enough to sleep like a proper human being.

If it takes hammering at a few panels for that to be a reality, count her in.]

C: Housing

[Supplies seen to for the moment, holes patched up and wiring duct taped together, Chloe's just about done. The past week hasn't been kind, the past year hasn't stopped digging in under her skin: she's spent. Walks like one of the staggering dead they'd just spent all they've got in them to kill off, on a mission to just get through that last bloody section of the station to hibernate so hard they'll have to hire a prince to wake her up.

So it's safe to say she's not really watching where she's going, arms full up with pilfered foodstuffs and scrap-- and it's also safe to say she won't appreciate any incoming distractions. Or collisions.]



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[ooc: Use whatever format you like-- and if none of these prompts suit you, feel free to create one of your own! Chloe's out and about and prone to dozing off in a few inappropriate spots for impromptu naps; it's a terrible habit someone should do something about it.]
 

Comments

[totallytrustworthy]

Lovely. Must've realized you were almost free. [It's a teasing sort of joke because honestly, she has no idea how or why they draw in the transports they do.]

[originalgaangster]

I know, right? Just my luck. I got done with the war at home, I don't need someone else's dropped in my lap.

[ There's a bit of guilt there, if only because he knows Aang might give him a bit of a hard time for it. ]

[totallytrustworthy]

None of us do. I mean-- except for the ones that thrive on war, I suppose. God, I don't see why they don't just fill up on mercenaries. It'd do more for them than what they've got now.

[originalgaangster]

Tell me about it! Most of us don't want to be here. And somehow we can go home, but they can't actually send us home? I mean, what good does an unwilling army do? I've only ever fought with who wanted to be there and knew what risks we were taking...

[totallytrustworthy]

Supposedly they've got their reasons, and-- [she's being honest when she says it] I was too pissed off to actually bother remembering. It doesn't change the fact that we're all sitting about waiting to have orders from on high shoved into our palms without a chance to tell them they're completely certifiable.

[originalgaangster]

Seriously! Someone who gets it!

[ Sokka is legit excited by this. ]

I mean, when I was in a war before, I was invovled. I knew what was going on. I helped make plans. Here? Not my fight, no one tells me what's going on. Just shove you onto the transporter and off you go.

[totallytrustworthy]

Makes you wonder if change is even possible, doesn't it? I mean, as long as they're holding the reins, right?

[originalgaangster]

It doesn't help that there are so many people who are just happy to go along with their kidnappers. I mean, I do it but that's because I don't have a choice. Some people are like, excited about it. Things need to change.