Open | A Fresh (False) Face

[scalesandsecrets]

» WHO? Mystique & Open
» WHEN? 24/9
» WHERE? Various
» WHAT? 'Sarah Hyland' introduces herself.
» WARNINGS? Only for lies.


Hallways

[Within the room Sarah Hyland had taken for herself, blue scales ripple and shift, a blonde in her late twenties emerging a moment later and heading out into the hallways. Her steps are a little unsure even to a close observer but there's a precision hidden underneath, noting doorways, memorising the layout of the station, mentally mapping it in a methodical grid.

At the sound of approaching footsteps her coolly neutral expression changes to a disarming smile, the very picture of someone who's lost.]

Oh hi, I'm looking for the mess hall am I going in the right direction?

Mess Hall

[Having thoroughly explored the habitat levels of the station, the call of her empty stomach draws her toward the mess hall. It's fair to say that she has eaten far worse than the brown slop on her plate, but given her current form she can be forgiven for looking thoroughly unenthusiastic about eating it.

So she spoons it around her plate, watching the doors without appearing to, the chair opposite pushed out invitingly for when someone arrives.]

Gym

[Weights, a treadmill, rowing machine, they'll help keep her occupied while trapped here. They might not be much of a challenge but it's better than nothing.

Glancing at the weight setting a smirk twists at Sarah's lips as she sets the machine to maximum load, working her legs with ease until the door grinding open on the other side of the room tells her she's about to have company.

Nimble fingers quickly reset the pin to something more normal for her size and build, a barely perceptible ripple of blue resetting her appearance with a more appropriate level of sweat. Wiping back a stray strand of hair from her sticky forehead, Sarah gives the newcomer a friendly smile, along with a slightly out of breath,]

Wow this thing really gets the blood pumping huh?

Wildcard

['Sarah' is in room 4.10 why not come visit or pick your adventure?!]

Comments

[charlieoscar]

[One room she's likely noticed straight off, is one just down the hall from her. The one from which the big man in digital blue camouflage comes and goes. The door whooshes gently open the Navy Commander steps out, fixing his cap neatly to his head as always as he prepares to begin his day.

As if feeling the eyes, he looks up and finds her. There's a beat while he takes in her face, then he offers a small curl of lips and a small nod of his head in greeting.

His eyes show no recognition.]

Morning.

[scalesandsecrets]

[One of the room doors opening is an unexpected opportunity, and the passing blonde pauses, mentally assessing options as her eyes flick over the uniform of the man that emerges, settling on a strategy.]

Oh hi do you know where the Medbay is? I cut my hand in the shower and I need a plaster.

[Sure enough she is bleeding slightly from a cut on her hand. It's not particularly deep and hadn't been there at all before the sailor stepped out of his room, but it adds a little more authenticity to the request. There's not a hint of recognition in the blonde woman's eyes either, despite her having spoken with him only a day, but that in appearance at least had been a wholly different woman.]

[charlieoscar]

[Predictably, his eyes flick down, glancing between her hands in a quick assessment. His smile shifts into one meant to be comforting.]

Doesn't look too bad, and lucky you, we started cleaning this heap in earnest.

[Shifting, he lifts a hand and gestures over her shoulder.]

Down the corridor, then take the shaft down to five. Can't miss it. If no one's there, the machines are automated and user-friendly...ish.

Mess Hall

[counterfeitheart]

[New people are cute.

Lucifer has gotten back his own disguise by now and so was appearing as a somewhat unkempt teen in a leather jacket and boots as he sits across from the woman, setting down his tray of... perfectly normal-looking food.]

Ain't figured it the replicators yet, eh? Were you going for shitty oatmeal or did you just start pressing buttons?

[He reaches over then, offering an apple he'd made. He's getting good at those.]

Wildcard!

[biochemastery]

[While teasing this place apart is his primary focus, he always has to have something extra. Something he could do when he got bored, and he inevitably got bored.

So for now, he was practicing traversing the station. It was an absolute nightmare, thanks to the spin gravity. Those stupid, clunky human-foot magnetic boots didn't fit his running feet, so he was left to drift every time he tried to take a normal step. At one-third of Earth gravity even out on the rings, powerful cybernetics like his were almost a hindrance.

Well, that would only keep him down for so long! He'd adjust. He could move faster without the magnets, anyway. Just push off and fly! Ha!

But that only kept him busy for so long. He'd wandered, and now he wanted to get back to his quarters. Teleporting practice, then! It should be just--]

No, no no no. That's not right. [He's appeared in someone else's room. Possibly even on the wrong deck. Must have wandered further than he thought!]