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reverielogs2018-07-11 03:43 am
eggless) wrote in reverielogs2018-07-11 03:43 am
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we stole our new lives ; OPEN
» WHO? Oswin & YOU
» WHEN? July 11 - 18
» WHERE? Mess Hall, Pool, random hallways
» WHAT? Day to day life
» WARNINGS? Nothing yet, but will update as needed.
Mess Hall;
[For Oswin, being here is better than where she was before. It was disorienting at first, maybe, and she can't exactly get past the fact that people think she's someone else. But she's able to ignore all that in favor of having a proper body and freedom again. A large part of her is terrified that none of this is real and she's just projecting whatever imaginary situation she can to make her feel better about her predicament back on the dalek asylum. But if this is all just pretend, she's got to give herself credit for having one hell of an imagination.
She's so taken with existing that she's likely one of the only people who seem excited by the fabricators. The food is rubbish and that's a bit disappointing, but she's absolutely fascinated by the fact they exist at all. A week or two in to her stay, and they're still not old. She gladly bides plenty of time in the mess hall, eating a variety of odd choices that the fabricator provides her.
Each and every visit to the mess hall, she looks for someone that's sitting alone. She slides in the seat across from them, flashing a dimpled grin as she does.]
You haven't heard of these things giving out milk or eggs, have you?
Pool;
[With someone as high energy as she is, just walking around exploring isn't really enough. She's incredibly grateful that there's a gym here, one that comes with a pool. She doesn't exactly have the right dress for swimming here with her, but she's shameless enough that she has no problem stripping out of her jumpsuit and diving right on in to swim around. She mostly takes to swimming underwater, so when she pops up she's surprised to see that she isn't alone. Someone else is there, likely considering swimming as well.
Maybe.
It's also possible they're just enjoying the view, not that she can blame them. She's positive she looks like a majestic mermaid right about now.]
Bit of a riddle for you. How do sharks mate?
[Whether this is a way for her to warm someone up to swimming or she's just trying to make conversation is yet to be seen. But judging from the lazy way she swims over to the edge of the pool, it's clear that she's in no way concerned about having company.]
Hallways;
Day ten. Morale still seems to be low after what is tragically referred to as the "music incident". As the new entertainment manager, priority should be made to improving the sort of music this lot is subjected to by force.
[Oswin talks into her wrist piece device as she navigates the hallways. She's sightseeing, looking for areas of improvement on the station that she can help with given their current lack of supplies. She talks while walking, ducking and dodging around people that are in her path. She'll even record her mission log in the lifts or standing out in the crew quarter areas on any deck.
She seems fascinated with every nook and cranny of the place, sometimes stopping to record her thoughts and feelings on the ancient tech or the brilliant architecture. If she's approached mid-recording, she'll hold up her free hand and make you wait until she's finished.]
Wildcard;
[If there's something we've discussed potentially doing, it can happen here! If you'd like to run into Oswin and would like a starter written for you, PM or reach out at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
porgs.]
» WHEN? July 11 - 18
» WHERE? Mess Hall, Pool, random hallways
» WHAT? Day to day life
» WARNINGS? Nothing yet, but will update as needed.
Mess Hall;
[For Oswin, being here is better than where she was before. It was disorienting at first, maybe, and she can't exactly get past the fact that people think she's someone else. But she's able to ignore all that in favor of having a proper body and freedom again. A large part of her is terrified that none of this is real and she's just projecting whatever imaginary situation she can to make her feel better about her predicament back on the dalek asylum. But if this is all just pretend, she's got to give herself credit for having one hell of an imagination.
She's so taken with existing that she's likely one of the only people who seem excited by the fabricators. The food is rubbish and that's a bit disappointing, but she's absolutely fascinated by the fact they exist at all. A week or two in to her stay, and they're still not old. She gladly bides plenty of time in the mess hall, eating a variety of odd choices that the fabricator provides her.
Each and every visit to the mess hall, she looks for someone that's sitting alone. She slides in the seat across from them, flashing a dimpled grin as she does.]
You haven't heard of these things giving out milk or eggs, have you?
Pool;
[With someone as high energy as she is, just walking around exploring isn't really enough. She's incredibly grateful that there's a gym here, one that comes with a pool. She doesn't exactly have the right dress for swimming here with her, but she's shameless enough that she has no problem stripping out of her jumpsuit and diving right on in to swim around. She mostly takes to swimming underwater, so when she pops up she's surprised to see that she isn't alone. Someone else is there, likely considering swimming as well.
Maybe.
It's also possible they're just enjoying the view, not that she can blame them. She's positive she looks like a majestic mermaid right about now.]
Bit of a riddle for you. How do sharks mate?
[Whether this is a way for her to warm someone up to swimming or she's just trying to make conversation is yet to be seen. But judging from the lazy way she swims over to the edge of the pool, it's clear that she's in no way concerned about having company.]
Hallways;
Day ten. Morale still seems to be low after what is tragically referred to as the "music incident". As the new entertainment manager, priority should be made to improving the sort of music this lot is subjected to by force.
[Oswin talks into her wrist piece device as she navigates the hallways. She's sightseeing, looking for areas of improvement on the station that she can help with given their current lack of supplies. She talks while walking, ducking and dodging around people that are in her path. She'll even record her mission log in the lifts or standing out in the crew quarter areas on any deck.
She seems fascinated with every nook and cranny of the place, sometimes stopping to record her thoughts and feelings on the ancient tech or the brilliant architecture. If she's approached mid-recording, she'll hold up her free hand and make you wait until she's finished.]
Wildcard;
[If there's something we've discussed potentially doing, it can happen here! If you'd like to run into Oswin and would like a starter written for you, PM or reach out at
no subject
You, with a complaint? Never.
[By the way she's trying to hold back a smirk, it's obvious Oswin really doesn't mind and is waiting to hear just what this formal complaint is. Her recording is stopped, device set on idle, and her arm drops back down to her side. She's listening.]
no subject
First I should probably ask: what is the role of an entertainment officer aboard a station like this?
no subject
Someone's got to keep the lot of you entertained enough that you're not ready to kill one another at the first minor inconvenience.
[It feels like a purpose enough, though she's relatively positive that doing anything related to entertainment is a superficial waste of time. It's perfect for hiding the fact that she's terrified of this place and the fact she has no idea how she arrived here.]
no subject
I suppose you do have a point there. In that case: carry on.