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exsiliumlogs2013-11-08 09:31 pm
gevurah) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-11-08 09:31 pm
( open ) made you a prisoner inside your own secrecy
Date & Time: nov. 7th – 14th
Location: various locations
Characters: kate & you
Summary: kate (sort of, but not really) doing things and having feelings around the base and people maybe interrupting her.
Warnings: tba.
➊ bathroom / showers ( closed tothe first person who gets it anne boleyn )
[ Is she up earlier these days? Kate has to wonder this to herself as she exits the individual shower unit. Time is funny up in space; when days begin and end begin to blur together, but the implemented Earth hours seem to help a little. Whatever the time is now, it’s a good time to grab a quick shower despite the water never rising above lukewarm.
Wrapping herself in a snug towel that she had lifted off the hotel in Basel, she moves toward one of the mirrors and begins to dry herself off before she slips into clean undergarments, shorts, and an A-shirt. The USMA sweater (that she’s also lifted from her previous mission with a heavy heart) is tucked into the duffel bag along with her other belongings. She digs through it, extracting scissors and a small, fine comb. Once she’s combed through red locks that she’s allowed to grow far too long, she parts it and leans in the mirror to quickly examine its condition.
She uses the comb to separate a thick portion of it and she begins to snip away, shortening the length bit by bit. ]
➋ cafeteria
[ The coffee brewed from the stolen machine is shit compared to what Gil had brewed her a while back. She tells herself to consider asking him for some of it in exchange for whatever she can afford to trade.
But beggars can’t be choosers. While she picks up some of the freeze dried fruits like banana slices, strawberries, and apples, Kate’s lived on far less – and worse – in the past. She’ll take jarred pickles that may have been sitting around too long over snake... although she sorely misses sushi.
She’ll think of it as Washington Hall; a really cheap and sadly lacking Washington Hall.
After she picks out some vegetable canned soup and heats it up, she makes her way down the floor to an empty table and seats herself. Her hair no longer spills over her shoulders and hangs before her line of vision: it’s neat and short once more, and it feels like a tiny, trivial weight off her shoulders. ]
➌ virtual simulation room
[ She returns to the Academy.
Not the Academy in the 2200s, that’s not hers – not really. Neither is this one, though AI does a magnificent job with the little details in her memory. The room converts itself into one of the familiar grounds Kate once used to trek up and down in her cadet days. The buildings towering above with such historic beauty, the grass a lively and perfect green, and the memorials frighteningly committed to being as accurate as they can to her memory. The text glints in the false, bright rays of the sun above, displaying the words she’s engraved in her mind long ago:
THE CADET HONOR CODE
A CADET WILL NOT LIE, CHEAT, STEAL,
OR TOLERATE THOSE WHO DO.
The grass “crunches” softly beneath her feet as she hikes closer to the honour memorial. She grips the strap of her bag and pulls it forward, unzipping it, and pulling out the sweater she’s been meaning to wear proudly once again, but finding difficulty in scraping up any pride to do so. It may be a silly thing to wrestle with morally, though questionable morals is something she’s found herself facing more often in the past several months. ]
➍ observatory
[ Without any bags to punch or weights to lift, Kate hasn’t had much of a workout since the necromorphs outbreak. She’s restless by the implemented time of nightfall. The observatory doesn’t comfort her much, however; space is supposed to be some incredible frontier filled with endless possibilities countries have raced each other to get to first, but under the glimmer of the stars she can finally see so clearly, she wonders what’s so great about a dark, empty place like this.
She positions herself against a wall and stares upward, lost in thought. At some point, she’s sitting on the floor with her tablet, reading through the information the AI’s decrypted a while back once more. ]
Location: various locations
Characters: kate & you
Summary: kate (sort of, but not really) doing things and having feelings around the base and people maybe interrupting her.
Warnings: tba.
➊ bathroom / showers ( closed to
[ Is she up earlier these days? Kate has to wonder this to herself as she exits the individual shower unit. Time is funny up in space; when days begin and end begin to blur together, but the implemented Earth hours seem to help a little. Whatever the time is now, it’s a good time to grab a quick shower despite the water never rising above lukewarm.
Wrapping herself in a snug towel that she had lifted off the hotel in Basel, she moves toward one of the mirrors and begins to dry herself off before she slips into clean undergarments, shorts, and an A-shirt. The USMA sweater (that she’s also lifted from her previous mission with a heavy heart) is tucked into the duffel bag along with her other belongings. She digs through it, extracting scissors and a small, fine comb. Once she’s combed through red locks that she’s allowed to grow far too long, she parts it and leans in the mirror to quickly examine its condition.
She uses the comb to separate a thick portion of it and she begins to snip away, shortening the length bit by bit. ]
➋ cafeteria
[ The coffee brewed from the stolen machine is shit compared to what Gil had brewed her a while back. She tells herself to consider asking him for some of it in exchange for whatever she can afford to trade.
But beggars can’t be choosers. While she picks up some of the freeze dried fruits like banana slices, strawberries, and apples, Kate’s lived on far less – and worse – in the past. She’ll take jarred pickles that may have been sitting around too long over snake... although she sorely misses sushi.
She’ll think of it as Washington Hall; a really cheap and sadly lacking Washington Hall.
After she picks out some vegetable canned soup and heats it up, she makes her way down the floor to an empty table and seats herself. Her hair no longer spills over her shoulders and hangs before her line of vision: it’s neat and short once more, and it feels like a tiny, trivial weight off her shoulders. ]
➌ virtual simulation room
[ She returns to the Academy.
Not the Academy in the 2200s, that’s not hers – not really. Neither is this one, though AI does a magnificent job with the little details in her memory. The room converts itself into one of the familiar grounds Kate once used to trek up and down in her cadet days. The buildings towering above with such historic beauty, the grass a lively and perfect green, and the memorials frighteningly committed to being as accurate as they can to her memory. The text glints in the false, bright rays of the sun above, displaying the words she’s engraved in her mind long ago:
A CADET WILL NOT LIE, CHEAT, STEAL,
OR TOLERATE THOSE WHO DO.
The grass “crunches” softly beneath her feet as she hikes closer to the honour memorial. She grips the strap of her bag and pulls it forward, unzipping it, and pulling out the sweater she’s been meaning to wear proudly once again, but finding difficulty in scraping up any pride to do so. It may be a silly thing to wrestle with morally, though questionable morals is something she’s found herself facing more often in the past several months. ]
➍ observatory
[ Without any bags to punch or weights to lift, Kate hasn’t had much of a workout since the necromorphs outbreak. She’s restless by the implemented time of nightfall. The observatory doesn’t comfort her much, however; space is supposed to be some incredible frontier filled with endless possibilities countries have raced each other to get to first, but under the glimmer of the stars she can finally see so clearly, she wonders what’s so great about a dark, empty place like this.
She positions herself against a wall and stares upward, lost in thought. At some point, she’s sitting on the floor with her tablet, reading through the information the AI’s decrypted a while back once more. ]
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I know, but the last time the Initiative managed a path back for those people,we lost someone's world.
[ If it's not the half a million that aches in her chest, it's the billions of lives they couldn't rescue in Elmer's world. She remembers all too well the smell of burning flesh and ash and dust overtaking the skies, dead bodies left mangled and bullet-ridden if they weren't recognizable. ]
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One can only hope they find another way that ends less unfortunately, then.
[She knows it wouldn't be well-received if she said what she really thinks. She doesn't care too much about people she doesn't know. She's a selfish creature.]
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[ She curls her fingers around the handle of the spoon once more, stirs the soup, and then scoops some into her mouth. ]
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[Mimics the action in a way on reflex, taking a sip of her own drink.]
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Working out points in the timeline to prevent the bomb from dropping and ensuring the base has enough power to operate. We can't be up here long, but chances are we'll get delayed, so we need to make sure the base can function until we get back down.
[ If this base goes down, they're fucked. ]
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Just as a hypothetical situation, what would you do if we discovered that the bomb can't be prevented? No matter how we might try.
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Go down fighting.
[ If she's going to die, she's not going to do it sitting down. ]
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I prefer not to think about that particular option. Contemplating death is a useless pursuit, I believe.
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[ Considering the question she's just posed... however, Kate looks a little more amused than offended. ]
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[Not a humble lady.]
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I take it you have no stake in this war.
[ But she does. All of them do. ]
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[Keeping her tone neutral. She's not sure if that's disapproval in the other woman's voice or not.]
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[Unless it's her job, unless there are orders, but that must also go unsaid.]
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Cold.
[ And cruel, she thinks.
But she's always had differing moral values. ]
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I'm a cold person.
But pragmatic.
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[ Lulubell is no different than the Initiative and many other Transports then; when it came down to it, they were ready to save the skin of the Transports before the Exiles. ]
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[But she sounds intrigued by the question. She's never actually thought about it.]
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Any of them here?
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There could be.
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I get the message.