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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 was spacing out, trying to get a g-grip, and I... almost walked off a s-staircase. Mad literally d-dove in and shoved me out of the way, but he w-went down the stairs for it. I think he's all right; I f-followed him down and proceeded to throw all the energy I could muster into trying to h-heal him. It seemed to work, but I was so t-tired for a day or two after... I don't think I can do that freely if I'm not r-really worried about whatever I'm doing it to.
[The girl has the social grace to cough.] We c-could ask about switching rooms... it's not a big deal. I can be a-anywhere, really... it's just people I need to have.
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It might be good for Momo, too, to get to know more people better, as herself. If you put up a message on the ship's network, I'm sure there are probably one or two people who might like the chance to change.
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Sure, I can d-do that. Thanks for the a-advice...
...I've been kinda horrible, h-haven't I? You were here doing something i-important, and I'm venting all my issues on you. I'm s-sorry, Laura.
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...is what I'd l-like to say, but I don't think I'll have any advice. N-not like this. [Sora shakes her head, her depression mounting.]
I'm gonna g-go to medbay. I can't f-function like this. Sorry, Laura.
[Slowly, the girl pushes herself up, using the tree for support, smiling sadly to Laura once she gets upright.]
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