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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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[ Which is a simple answer, hopefully sufficient enough. His expression takes on a look of faux-confusion. ]
Wait, winter's supposed to be cold?
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Can be. We get the whole package: snow, ice, the occasional freezing nights.
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We get... rain. Doesn't usually get so cold that it snows. [ He's thinking about Alabama, though, in the RV; they weren't in Louisiana long enough to celebrate the holidays yet. ] Plenty of colder nights, though.
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[ Although she doubts it's anything like Exsilium itself. ]
Before we wound up here, there wasn't a day the rain cleared up in Exsilium.
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Not that much rain. Usually it's just kinda soggy, warm or cold.
What's that place like? ... Well, was.
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Her brows furrow. Both arms rest against the surface of the table, almost as if she might get up and leave, but she doesn't. Instead, Kate thinks about Exsilium, how it's only been around two months, and it's already a thing of the past. ]
Cold, dark, and crowded. Roomier than up here, though.
The locals were lukewarm toward us. Some things happened and they grew fearful.
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What things? [ He pauses, then, warily: ] How many people were down there?
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Do you want to know?
[ If their situation had been different somehow, she would have told him flat out he wouldn't want to know. ]
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He has to know and he isn't sure why. His voice wavers just slightly: ]
Yeah.
How many?
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[ No matter who they were, good people, evil people... they were people. They were supposed to protect them. Instead they left the Exiles to fend for themselves. ]
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Shit.
[ What else is there to say? He's so tired of death. ]
This coffee's not even good enough for a toast.
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Yet what good does it do to keep them in the dark? ]
Have to do more than that.
[ For Elmer's world and the billions who died. ]
We'll fix it one way or another.
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Can you do that?
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[ It's not a matter of "can" to her, not all the time, but with around four hundred people on board relying on each other to find a solution...
She pauses, straightening her head then. ]
You don't have to fight, if you're worried about that.
[ It's not a lie, but it's not completely the truth sometimes. It's hard for her to tell when they aren't properly debriefed on missions. ]
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He shakes his head, shrugging one shoulder. ]
It's not exactly that I'm worried. I know how to fight. Changing the past's the part I've never been able to manage.
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[ She's mostly teasing. ]
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Hey, when part of your job's making sure your company doesn't pay a dime in settlements, you wanna know how to get to and from your car in one piece.
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I'm a securities lawyer. I-- [ counting off on his fingers: ] help... conflict resolution, procedure, protecting the company, dealing with mountains of litigation...
[ He's got an extra finger out but can't think of another point, so he just folds his hands back together in front of him. ]
Y'know... just all that.
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[ She offers him a cheeky smile. She could appreciate lawyers for what they did, but she wouldn't want to switch places with one. Paperwork isn't really her thing. ]
The DITR could use something like that, if you're interested.
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[ He smirks though, offering a sort of long-suffering shrug. He made his bed, he can... lie in it. So on. ]
I'm thinkin' about it. Not a whole lot of options, seems like, but I don't wanna rush into anything.
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This place has a way of rushing people.
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Yeah, in some ways -- but it's not like we need to make a living anymore either.
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This isn't living. Not really.
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[ He says it almost without hesitation, surprisingly himself slightly. He takes another sip of his coffee, not even noticing the taste. ]
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