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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.
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He did have food so he reached up and hit a switch on his mask and the bottom portion popped off with a hiss. Only his chin and mouth showed up it was scarred up enough as is. Using his chopsticks, he picked up some noodles and blew on them.
"Or would it do more harm?"
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She's a little embarrassed to see that there's a human under the suit, but if she's honest? (And she won't be this honest to his face, but...) She's significantly more disappointed to see it's a human under the suit.
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Genji is silent for a moment, if only to slurp some noodles. But he's also thinking about things. Wondering the best way to reply. In the end, he defaults to teachings that he picked up from his master.
"Patience is bitter but its fruit is sweet."
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"Of course it is. You don't eat the non-fruit bits of a fruit-bearing plant. Fruit evolved to be sweet so that animals would want to eat it and spread the seeds. There's no reason for a plant to want an animal to eat the actual body, so it's bitter...Nnnnnot sure how this relates to patience anyway."
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"When you have gotten a full night's sleep, wonder about it again. Still, think carefully on what you do. You may develop a system that can track those by presumably how much CO2 they exhale but what would be the consequences of that?"
Though that was rhetorical and not meant to be answered right now. It was a bit deep to think about over eating.
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Pidge doesn't really do rhetorical. Even if she weren't dog tired and over...well, medicated isn't really the right word but it's close, she's just too practical. Or maybe too literal. They both amount to the same thing right now.
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Genji was probably complicating matters but no one could call him perfect. Still, the direction he was taking things was probably not where he wanted to go.
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She gets so worked up, she nearly drops her glass, catching it before it spills all over the floor (and eats down into the wiring, probably).
"I think I can make this foolproof...I know they say there's no such thing as a foolproof system but if that's true than think how much better it'll be once the first one gets made!"