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legionworld2017-07-17 12:20 pm
isthisapidge) wrote in legionworld2017-07-17 12:20 pm
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[Open] Busy as a...Pigeon?
Who| Pidge and you!
What| Day to day work on Legion.
Where| The lab, mess hall, training deck
When| After the current crop of plots, but can be flex-time’d
Warnings/Notes| Pidge does not take good care of herself, news at 11.
[A. The lab]
Sure, Legion keeps Pidge incredibly busy, but there’s nothing wrong with taking some hobbies on the side, right? She doesn’t even ask for money to fix up alien technology. Just the chance to take apart something so beautiful in it’s mechanical intricacy, to really lay everything out and get personally acquainted with every single piece and every function? That’s all the payment she needs.
The person she got this particular tech from was a little cagey about what it was supposed to do. Some sort of embarrassing hygiene thing, Pidge gathered, but it made it a little hard to determined when it was fixed, but she’s pretty sure she’s got it with just...one more screw…
She flips it on, a tiny pink switch on the neon-blue bulb. It’s not quite glass but it’s not totally dissimilar, and it has a mirror and magnifying glass set up. Some kind of laser array meant to be adjusted with anti-grav-enabled ball bearings. She’s worked on it for hours and finally it’s time to turn it on.
It starts to hum and warm her hands. The bulb lifts itself up, floating into the air as she playfully pushes her palms up, as though she were giving a boost to a newborn butterfly. It wobbles until it hits about 8 feet in the air.
Then lasers shoot out, cutting a shelf in half with a violent screech of metal.
A shelf full of volatile chemicals.
Anyone walking down the hall will ether hear the explosions, see the smoke, or run into Pidge who barely managed to get out with her skin not burned off. She may be coughing and hacking but the way the laser scorches the metal along the wall should tell the whole story. It won’t cut the station in half on the first pass, but it won’t take more than ten.
[B. Mess Hall]
Her eyes are blood shot. She can barely taste the food she halfheartedly shovels into her mouth. The light emanating from her laptop gives her an almost zombie-like pallor.
It’d be easy to think she was dead if not for the speed at which she’s typing and the fact that the vaguely corpse-like smell is coming from the glass in front of her. It’s some kind of hellish programmer cocktail made to keep fingers typing through the queasy jitters and heart palpitations.
Pidge has definitely been up for more than 24 hours.
[C. Training]
...Which can lead to problems elsewhere.
Pidge has reached acceptance about training. It’s important to do, even if she’d rather be programming and she’d almost always rather be programming. But she’s doing poorly: missing shots, zoning out, and tripping over her own feet.
But she doesn’t hit the absolute low point, though, until she leans against the wall for a second, just one second to catch her breath…
And then falls asleep on her feet.
Thank goodness she wasn’t in the sim room.
What| Day to day work on Legion.
Where| The lab, mess hall, training deck
When| After the current crop of plots, but can be flex-time’d
Warnings/Notes| Pidge does not take good care of herself, news at 11.
[A. The lab]
Sure, Legion keeps Pidge incredibly busy, but there’s nothing wrong with taking some hobbies on the side, right? She doesn’t even ask for money to fix up alien technology. Just the chance to take apart something so beautiful in it’s mechanical intricacy, to really lay everything out and get personally acquainted with every single piece and every function? That’s all the payment she needs.
The person she got this particular tech from was a little cagey about what it was supposed to do. Some sort of embarrassing hygiene thing, Pidge gathered, but it made it a little hard to determined when it was fixed, but she’s pretty sure she’s got it with just...one more screw…
She flips it on, a tiny pink switch on the neon-blue bulb. It’s not quite glass but it’s not totally dissimilar, and it has a mirror and magnifying glass set up. Some kind of laser array meant to be adjusted with anti-grav-enabled ball bearings. She’s worked on it for hours and finally it’s time to turn it on.
It starts to hum and warm her hands. The bulb lifts itself up, floating into the air as she playfully pushes her palms up, as though she were giving a boost to a newborn butterfly. It wobbles until it hits about 8 feet in the air.
Then lasers shoot out, cutting a shelf in half with a violent screech of metal.
A shelf full of volatile chemicals.
Anyone walking down the hall will ether hear the explosions, see the smoke, or run into Pidge who barely managed to get out with her skin not burned off. She may be coughing and hacking but the way the laser scorches the metal along the wall should tell the whole story. It won’t cut the station in half on the first pass, but it won’t take more than ten.
[B. Mess Hall]
Her eyes are blood shot. She can barely taste the food she halfheartedly shovels into her mouth. The light emanating from her laptop gives her an almost zombie-like pallor.
It’d be easy to think she was dead if not for the speed at which she’s typing and the fact that the vaguely corpse-like smell is coming from the glass in front of her. It’s some kind of hellish programmer cocktail made to keep fingers typing through the queasy jitters and heart palpitations.
Pidge has definitely been up for more than 24 hours.
[C. Training]
...Which can lead to problems elsewhere.
Pidge has reached acceptance about training. It’s important to do, even if she’d rather be programming and she’d almost always rather be programming. But she’s doing poorly: missing shots, zoning out, and tripping over her own feet.
But she doesn’t hit the absolute low point, though, until she leans against the wall for a second, just one second to catch her breath…
And then falls asleep on her feet.
Thank goodness she wasn’t in the sim room.