[right][sub][color=1f1c1c][b]COLLAB:[/b] [@Briza] - [@Darkspleen] - [@DeadbeatWalking][/color][/sub][/right] [indent][indent][color=934641][h3]Ｅ ｉ ｍ ｉ Ｎ ｏ ｘ[/h3][/color][/indent][/indent] Sitting with hunched shoulders in front of her computer screen, Eimi’s face glew with cold techno colors extending from the screen projection in front of her. The room would have been pitch black if the screens were not so lit, [color=934641]“Damnit. Damnit. Damnit.”[/color] Eimi repeated in litany under her breath with every several quick violent taps of her fingers against the low-flushed keyboard. There was no way these stupid kids were going to beat her. Then again, it wasn’t like her team was actually doing anything she said they should do. Why did she even play these bloody fucking children games? They were so, so-- A knock at her door pitched through the room followed by the sound of Lynnette’s voice, [color=934641]“Hold on!”[/color] she routed frustratedly. Her eyebrows narrowed as she leaned in closer to the screen, [color=934641]“No! Not you! I fucking swear to [i]God[/i] you live in a bloody fucked foster home!”[/color] [i]Damn, Lynnette.[/i] She messed up everything, as did her team, apparently. Out of all the things they would actually hear from her was her off-beaten growl to Lynnette’s petty, perpetual tablet problems. [i]So typical.[/i] A large flash generated on the tech-screen, which was dramatically followed by bloodied red letters omnipotently taunting defeat in front of her. Eimi leaned back in her chair, staring at the loss. The heroes of the winning team danced periodically in victory. [i]I hate losing.[/i] Her fingertip pressed down on a small projected Light-Mouse and twirled it around several times to exit the game and knock her computer out. Its face dyed to black, and the station of events turned into just a shadow of Eimi and the silent anticipation of Glow-in-Dark-Tits on the other side of her cell door. Spinning her small stool of a chair, she sullenly lifted herself and stretched her thin body with arms motioned upwards. She walked several steps forward and blindly searched the wall for a light switch. Brightness violently transcended through the room, causing Eimi to pause in pupil pain before unfastening her door. Her hand touched the handle and peeled the door open, [color=934641]“What’s the password, again?”[/color] Eimi had it memorized, already. Lynnette had yet to change it, but asking never seemed like a bad idea. Her eyes gazed upward at Lynnette. Eimi was above average height, but Lynnette was still taller. The albino also had a presence of air-headed confidence about her. It was nothing to be underestimated. It was more so an irritating strength, and as much as Eimi wanted to openly deflate it, the best she could do was ignore it. At least, most of the time, anyways. “Um… its ‘pizza’” Lynnette responded with the same password she had used since before meeting Eimi. It had always been ‘pizza’ or some combination of ‘pizza’, numbers, and symbols when forced. “Thanks for helping. I don’t know why it always does this.” She gave Eimi a sheepish smile. “I wasn’t interrupting anything was I?” Arching an eyebrow, Eimi briefly took the tablet from Lynnette’s hands, [color=934641]“No different than last time, Lynn. It’s no different than last time,”[/color] Eimi remarked vaguely while her eyes gazed over the tablet, and her fingers quickly tipped the password. Nothing happened. There was grease all over it. Adjusting her sleeve by pulling it with her fingers over her palm, she wiped the grease from the screen. Her fingers re-tapped the word ‘pizza,’ [color=934641]“If the problem was unlocking your tablet, then you’re good to g--,”[/color] the screen slowly loaded as tab after tab began projecting onto the screen. Eimi wanted to say something like much less nice and a tad bit more annoyed, but all that she could really seem to scorn was, [color=934641]“Good God, lady. Do you not know what a close button is.”[/color] No, of course, not. She hardly knew how to close her jumpsuit properly. Resting on one leg, Eimi tucked the tablet closer to her as she proceeded to close each and every tab. She might as well do it for Lynnette. For all Eimi knew, Lynnette might not be able to do [i]that[/i] properly. However, halfway through the unnecessarily elongated ‘procedure’ Eimi paused her tapping. Her eyes moved from the tablet, scanning up Lynnette, [color=934641]“You know what?”[/color] Eimi raised an eyebrow, again, perching her lips together, [color=934641]“I think if I can explain this correctly to you, you might just be able to fix the rest of it,”[/color] she twisted the tablet around and pointed to one of the close buttons, [color=934641]“If you put your finger right over the button that looks like this, yeah? And press it. Like, not too much, but not too little. It will get rid of all your opened tabs, which just so happens to be the reason your tablet is running so slow. Here, you try,”[/color] Eimi handed the tablet to Lynnette. “Would you believe me if I told you I was smart enough to earn my college degree?” Lynnette asked with a raised eyebrow as she took the tablet back and pressed the button lightly, almost daintily so. She held her breath, as if expecting the tablet to explode. It didn’t, but it did close all of her tabs. And a moment later they all reopened. “Huh… I don’t think that was supposed to happen.” [color=934641]“Well then,”[/color] Eimi managed to mutter. She really just wanted to take the table and withdraw back into her living quarter without a word, but she owed Lynnette due to her incorrect assumption on the problem, [color=934641]“This will probably take a while. I should have it fixed in a couple or hours or whatever,”[/color] she motioned for the tablet and slid it from Lynnette’s pale grip as she took a step backwards into her cell, [color=934641]“I’ll let you know when I’m done.”[/color] She quipped. Her body disappeared behind the hurriedly shut door. “Um… Thanks” Lynnette called through the door. “I owe you, seriously. Just let me know if you need help with anything.” She waited a moment before shrugging and walking away, assuming Eimi had already drowned her out with whatever it was she was calling music. [center][color=934641]★ ★ ★[/color][/center] Eimi stepped from her room, quietly closing the door behind her. Lynnette’s tablet wasn’t quite fixed, but Eimi needed a break, a walk, a scenery change. Staring at such an anomaly for so long was not particularly easy on her mood at the moment. Maybe if it had been someone else like Deevee who needed help, she would not have minded so much. But, it was generally always Lynnette. She might as well have been Lynnette’s punk-ass sidekick. Fuck that. Although… No, fuck that. She was done being someone’s sidekick. [color=DC0904]“Pardon me.”[/color] Poole said with a smile. [color=DC0904] “Didn’t consider the size of ship hallways when I was benching guys in the pen.”[/color] He gave a soft chuckle, and squeezed by the young girl. Eimi saw that he had a heavy-looking blue backpack on -- Poole certainly wasn’t a man for accessories, and so it dawned on her that both of their missions would take a few days. Poole reached the airlock, unhinging the large door with a hiss of pressurized air. [color=DC0904]“Good luck and Godspeed with the business on Earth. Stay safe everybody.”[/color] The security manager called out to the crew. [color=DC0904]“See you on the Moon.”[/color] He took a step into the transfer chamber, and shut the door behind him, closing the lock with a slow, creaky turn. [color=934641]“You, too, Poole,”[/color] Eimi involuntarily stared at the shut door Poole went behind for several seconds, contemplating. She could see the A.L.C Space Station from the portholes. It was like a giant chrome car axle, hovering above the moon like, well, a [i]moon[/i]. The crewmembers usually had short times passing through the Space Station’s customs, though this was not the case for Poole. Poole didn’t get the shoes-off conveyor belt scanner treatment, he got the private room treatment. She wondered sometimes what went on in those rooms. Probably butt stuff. It only made sense, seeking retribution so adamantly. Speaking of rooms, it seemed Poole had left the doors to his open. For a moment, Eimi recalled the great Bird fiasco of April, where Poole’s creepy robot bird escaped his room, couldn’t find his perch, and kept flying around the ship, crashing into things and screeching. For a few moments, she wondered why that thing would be programmed to scream, though the prospect of repeating that incident was enough to get her to close the door. The unlocked, open door. To Poole’s room. His secret, private room she hadn’t actually seen. Private. [i]Secret[/i]. Eimi paused after closing his door. There was something unsettling about Poole -- and so far, the most unsettling thing was that the most settling thing about him was his prayer rule. She frowned a bit, connecting her thoughts and decided that a smoke would be a good idea.