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srwug_alpha_rp2012-08-04 05:04 am
emorangerpink) wrote in srwug_alpha_rp2012-08-04 05:04 am
Phase Eleven: Keep Calm and Drink Tea
1. (the hangar)
[After the chaos of the fight, the hangar crew are working overtime on cleanup duty. Laura's pitching in, flying around in The Great Pretender, righting fallen mechs and clearing heavy objects.
For now, though, she's in the open cockpit of the Knightpolice she's been working on in her own time for the last while, and which came through the confusion blessedly unscathed. There's one last finishing touch to cap off her modifications to it, and this is just the time to make it. There are some odd whistling noises, a fan whirring, and what looks like - no, it's not smoke, it's steam rising...
Laura sinks back into the pilot's seat, out of armour and so with her leg propped up in a cast, and takes a deep, satisfied drink from the mug with the 501st's insignia emblazoned on it.]
Ahhh... got the kettle working at least.
2. (the Arboretum)
[Even using the Pretender for all her activity, Laura's under doctor's orders not to push herself too hard, so she's sitting untransformed under a tree trying not to scratch at her leg in its cast. She's not exactly relaxed, though - tapping away at a tablet, it looks like whatever she's reading or writing is giving her some grief.]
They probably won't even recognize me. Maybe they'll just think it's a sick prank.
[After the chaos of the fight, the hangar crew are working overtime on cleanup duty. Laura's pitching in, flying around in The Great Pretender, righting fallen mechs and clearing heavy objects.
For now, though, she's in the open cockpit of the Knightpolice she's been working on in her own time for the last while, and which came through the confusion blessedly unscathed. There's one last finishing touch to cap off her modifications to it, and this is just the time to make it. There are some odd whistling noises, a fan whirring, and what looks like - no, it's not smoke, it's steam rising...
Laura sinks back into the pilot's seat, out of armour and so with her leg propped up in a cast, and takes a deep, satisfied drink from the mug with the 501st's insignia emblazoned on it.]
Ahhh... got the kettle working at least.
2. (the Arboretum)
[Even using the Pretender for all her activity, Laura's under doctor's orders not to push herself too hard, so she's sitting untransformed under a tree trying not to scratch at her leg in its cast. She's not exactly relaxed, though - tapping away at a tablet, it looks like whatever she's reading or writing is giving her some grief.]
They probably won't even recognize me. Maybe they'll just think it's a sick prank.
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I just need to... I'm not sure what to say. If it was all a lie... but I'm not sure it was. I don't want to hurt them, but I don't want to let them hurt me, either.
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Informing them of where and how you are and asking whether they want to reestablish contact would seem the best course.
If they agree, or if they believe you to be a lie by a third party, I can take you to them and back quickly.
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That's... very kind of you, Samus.
I'll keep it in mind. I've already got plans to head home, though, whether they answer or not. There are... a lot of loose ends I'd like to tie up. Some things I'd like to start.
...
You're not offering only because we're friends, are you?
[Presumptuous to imply they're friends? Well, technically Laura hasn't, not quite. Her implication stands, though - this feels like there's more to it than just Samus being neighbourly.]
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[She then stays silent for a couple seconds. Thinking what to say? Thinking on why she offered? Thinking on how to blow Laura's implications off? Who knows. This woman is more opaque than a black hole.]
I am not certain if I would not say friends. It is a word... I do not use frequently. But I would not have made that offer to many people.
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[Laura's not sure if Samus misunderstood her or just dodged the question, but either way there's no point prying. Whatever motivates the hunter's particular concern with her family life is almost certainly too personal an issue to pressure her over.]