[center][color=silver][h3]The Gray Dynasty: Abigail Harlow[/h3][/color]

[color=silver]Current Deployment:[/color] Venus
[color=silver]Current Time:[/color] 14:57, Earth Standard Time, 2207.[/center]

Abigail took the dorm closest to the hatch to the upper floor. It was a strategic choice, as she knew that she would be up all hours working on the ship and didn’t want to wake too many people when she finally manages to snatch a few hours’ sleep. She went in, the door snapped shut behind her and the touchpad on the door showed it to be locked and, within the minute, assigned to “A_HARLOW”. A few other moments later and the steady thump of post-modern synth pop started to reverberate into the corridor. It was SYSTEM74, one of the more popular bands for young adults these days. To the uninitiated, it sounded like someone was trying to compose an orchestral piece using industrial tools.

Luckily Abigail kept the volume to a respectable volume and she wasn’t blaring her music for too long, just long enough to unpack and settle in. Afterwards she leant against her open doorframe, revealing that she took her meagre lodgings and transformed them with posters, photographs and all sorts of rugs and pillows into something that looked like an oversized pillow fort. If anything, it would at least dampen the noise. She remained perched between her own room and the corridor as she was busy doing something on her holopad, a wire to the terminal within her room and an earpiece resting just outside its borders.