And somehow I've fallen two weeks behind AGAIN. >< I really do apologize for my absentmindedness lately. Please don't take it personally -- you know (or you should!) I adore you AND your writing, brilliant twists and all. Still adjusting to new hours and planning to get on track, however paradoxically, over the holidays! That said, I've been banned from the remainder of tomorrow's kitchen prep, so I should
Have plenty of time to get a post in tomorrow. Thanks again for being so patient, and happy Thanksgiving!
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It's all right Dot, not a problem hon and I'll try to have something up later today. And so by your "new schedule," should I assume you won't be able to post again until next Friday or so?
Uh...maybe. This week is different since I'm off Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, but there's also a new baby in the family I probably won't get to see again for some time, so...
Have I mentioned my love of babies to you all? It's embarrassing and also somehow shameless.
I'm just going to start mentally adding twelve hours to the times I tell you I'm going to post, guys. >___> I am the worst at punctuality.
Park chewed his belated lunch slowly, somewhere between deep concentration, mild mourning, and planning the rest of the afternoon's would-be adventures. Certainly nothing could be so enlightening as another run-in with Mr. Bach -- or Hob, as it were -- though visiting that one brave cryo-tech could well prove to have its advantages, if for nothing other than sating his (albeit, morbid) curiosity.
And yet.
The fleeting glances, wordless smiles, quiet nods, and even strange, if charming, pickle exchanges had not gone unnoticed by the pastor-turned-preacher. He had long since suspected himself of having walked in on far more than an informative lunch, and despite all the care bath Gavin and Abby had taken to keep from making him a third wheel, it was quite clear he was fated to be one, nonetheless. He could not have been less involved on the higher levels of communication happening here if he'd been on a different human Ark entirely. And while burgeoning flirtation was yet a refreshing thing to see...well, even a pastor could only stomach so much subdued affection.
He smiled and finished off the remainder of his sandwich, standing to collect his plate and any other dirty dishes left unclaimed.
"Actually, you two, I think this is where our paths part. I've an appointment coming up soon I don't want to be late for, and there are a few things I want to grab from my office first. But if you'd like to go track down your cryo-tech without me, I'd be happy to give whatever an old man's opinion is worth later this evening."
Though somehow, he did not think the two would need him at all. But he did not add that part.
--
Deli watched Blue (Blue? No, his name had definitely been a name, not a color...right? Yeah, she was positive. Mostly positive) disappear into Reece's ship again, a technicolor bag of gummy sugar dangly from one outstretched fist.
"...'kay, bye..." she half sang after him, rocking forward onto her toes as she shoveled another handful of bears into her mouth. "Ah be 'ere'f you change'r min."
Then she turned her gaze to the pretty girl who had maybe just showed up out of nowhere. She thought maybe she'd seen her down in the hangers with Reece and Curmy before, but that might have also been a lie. Deli studied the newcomer for just as long as it took the other girl to assert herself, then beamed.
"You like gummy bears, too?" she said, thrusting the bag at the yet-unnamed girl, who looked to be even closer to her own age than Blue (Connor! That was his name! But Blue fit better) was, which was great, because she'd never really had a friend her age before, aside from her brothers, but they weren't here right now.
"I mean, it's okay if you don't, my mom hated them, she said they tasted like rubber, but I told her that was only those weird yellow ones -- do you like the yellow ones? Becuase if you do, you can have them all, but if you don't we'll just throw them away or -- " Deli quickly stopped herself saying what she'd been about to say, abruptly remembering Blue's 'burning hair' comment (she quickly shook her curls out her her eyes with a toss of her head; seconds later, they were obscuring her vision again), and instead offered her other hand, blistered and smudged with grease, but earnest nonetheless.
"Oh. Wait. Hi. I'm Deli. Do you work down here, too?"
And yet.
The fleeting glances, wordless smiles, quiet nods, and even strange, if charming, pickle exchanges had not gone unnoticed by the pastor-turned-preacher. He had long since suspected himself of having walked in on far more than an informative lunch, and despite all the care bath Gavin and Abby had taken to keep from making him a third wheel, it was quite clear he was fated to be one, nonetheless. He could not have been less involved on the higher levels of communication happening here if he'd been on a different human Ark entirely. And while burgeoning flirtation was yet a refreshing thing to see...well, even a pastor could only stomach so much subdued affection.
He smiled and finished off the remainder of his sandwich, standing to collect his plate and any other dirty dishes left unclaimed.
"Actually, you two, I think this is where our paths part. I've an appointment coming up soon I don't want to be late for, and there are a few things I want to grab from my office first. But if you'd like to go track down your cryo-tech without me, I'd be happy to give whatever an old man's opinion is worth later this evening."
Though somehow, he did not think the two would need him at all. But he did not add that part.
--
Deli watched Blue (Blue? No, his name had definitely been a name, not a color...right? Yeah, she was positive. Mostly positive) disappear into Reece's ship again, a technicolor bag of gummy sugar dangly from one outstretched fist.
"...'kay, bye..." she half sang after him, rocking forward onto her toes as she shoveled another handful of bears into her mouth. "Ah be 'ere'f you change'r min."
Then she turned her gaze to the pretty girl who had maybe just showed up out of nowhere. She thought maybe she'd seen her down in the hangers with Reece and Curmy before, but that might have also been a lie. Deli studied the newcomer for just as long as it took the other girl to assert herself, then beamed.
"You like gummy bears, too?" she said, thrusting the bag at the yet-unnamed girl, who looked to be even closer to her own age than Blue (Connor! That was his name! But Blue fit better) was, which was great, because she'd never really had a friend her age before, aside from her brothers, but they weren't here right now.
"I mean, it's okay if you don't, my mom hated them, she said they tasted like rubber, but I told her that was only those weird yellow ones -- do you like the yellow ones? Becuase if you do, you can have them all, but if you don't we'll just throw them away or -- " Deli quickly stopped herself saying what she'd been about to say, abruptly remembering Blue's 'burning hair' comment (she quickly shook her curls out her her eyes with a toss of her head; seconds later, they were obscuring her vision again), and instead offered her other hand, blistered and smudged with grease, but earnest nonetheless.
"Oh. Wait. Hi. I'm Deli. Do you work down here, too?"
Sorry, Grainy! I guess I should go 'head and make the obvious pattern official...it's been easiest as of late to post on weekends. New work schedule/new(ish) city and such. That said, I'll plan for a post tomorrow afternoon to be safe, and if you and Heroes need to move forward, go right ahead. Apologies for the late reply!
Okay, real quick, and then off to bed! ...or at least, right after I edit my last post...
Deli
Status: Mostly establishing character and and history, both internally and otherwise. I would also like to show that she's not just an over-sugared spazz, so that will be coming to light in the next few posts here.
Future: I don't have any major plans for Deli aside from sort of getting her past this guilt thing, perhaps via a slightly manic hero complex, because I think it'd be fun. I also think interactions with idle's characters, both Reece and Henry, would be utterly brilliant, but I'm patient. =)
Park
Status: Meet ups, mostly. I have a few plans for Henry, Pauline, and Deli, and can collaborate with anyone else (Justric?) who might be interested.
Future: I'd like to clarify his past a bit. And, naive as it sounds, I really think Park's primary goal is to see everyone at peace.
Maya
Status: Lurking.
Future: Maya is a detailed-ish NPC that I came up with many to fulfill my vague pilot-y desire. At some point, someone's going to need a pilot, and (should Reece be occupied or absent) Maya will be ready!
Deli
Status: Mostly establishing character and and history, both internally and otherwise. I would also like to show that she's not just an over-sugared spazz, so that will be coming to light in the next few posts here.
Future: I don't have any major plans for Deli aside from sort of getting her past this guilt thing, perhaps via a slightly manic hero complex, because I think it'd be fun. I also think interactions with idle's characters, both Reece and Henry, would be utterly brilliant, but I'm patient. =)
Park
Status: Meet ups, mostly. I have a few plans for Henry, Pauline, and Deli, and can collaborate with anyone else (Justric?) who might be interested.
Future: I'd like to clarify his past a bit. And, naive as it sounds, I really think Park's primary goal is to see everyone at peace.
Maya
Status: Lurking.
Future: Maya is a detailed-ish NPC that I came up with many to fulfill my vague pilot-y desire. At some point, someone's going to need a pilot, and (should Reece be occupied or absent) Maya will be ready!
D= Aaaaand totally forgot to respond to Pauline, Grainy, so sorry! I'll edit
Park's response in first thing after work tomorrow...or later today, as it were.
Park's response in first thing after work tomorrow...or later today, as it were.
"Four," Park said, with as serious an expression as he could muster, accepting Abby's mustard jar with all manner of pomp and circumstance. He huffed and he puffed and he quietly twisted off the lid, all the time keeping an ear toward the shift talk going on to either side. He'd been assigned his fourth year, one more than his former, he assumed, because of his relative seniority. But now...
He felt his tablet vibrate at his side, and immediately, though with an unhurried care, turned the entirety of his attention toward the incoming message. Suppositions on a dead man were all good and well, given the circumstances. But he had real, almost-clients here and now, and if ever one of them so much as breathed a thought that they might require his aid, he would be there.
As it were, he only smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling in genuine pleasure as he read Pauline Weber's message. He had yet to meet the young woman in question, but even the pixels of her words seem to exude a light and hope most would have guessed impossible. It was...refreshing, to say the very least.
Pushing his glasses to slide a bit down the bridge of his nose, he squinted at his tablet, tilting it to and fro, until at last he was able to type some semblance of a message back -- No pressure to come see me today, Pauline. Just letting you know my door is always open. That said, if you're up for it, I would love a tour of the gardens. I hear you're very familiar! -- before he tucked his tablet away and returned to the conversation at hand.
"I'll take that, if you don't mind," he said, with another smile at Abby, nodding at the veritable tub of pickles behind her, though his tone was a bit more distracted. He had, he thought, a good idea of just precisely where Gavin was going with his otherwise enigmatic question, because he'd been thinking much the same himself.
The details made available to him on the strange and tragic case aboard the mostly-sleeping Copernicus had pertained largely to Sylas Adams's mental state, as well as the states of those impacted by his actions. He'd heard snippets here and there, mostly gossip and whispered judgments, but nothing he took all too much to heart. Even so, spare as the details might be, he could not begin to conceive how so elaborate and odd a plot could be carried out by a single man, in particular one so utterly...normal. For once, it was not the man's state of being that stood out to Park, but the action itself. It was rare -- very rare -- that he reduced people, patients or otherwise, to their (probably criminal) acts. It was, he'd found, the quickest way to alienate and literally dehumanize.
But in Adams's case, he made the necessary exception, and had come to the same conclusion Gavin had by the time the younger doctor swept an inquiring gaze his way. Park looked back sagely enough, his appetite temporarily muted over his open-face not-so-melty tuna melt.
"Pardon me for looking ahead," he interrupted quietly, "but, reading between the lines, Gavin, it seems you have some concerns any...accomplices Adams may have had may still be...around?"
Deli started violently when she heard footsteps echo outside her office, and only then knew she wasn't really fooling herself. There was, had been for years, really, a very precise reason she was now crouched on the floor of her office in a nest of old papers, candy bar wrappers, singed wires, and dissipating wisps of smoke. Or perhaps there were several. In any case, the primary one was evasion of thought, and none of what she was doing just now was helping.
"Ay," she muttered to herself as a slow consciousness began to return.
Like any daydreamer worth her salt, Deli could lose herself for hours in whatever project seemed most compelling at the time. Parents, teachers, friends, even Deli herself had been somewhat alarmed by the intense focus that could sweep over a girl who, half the time, forgot to finish sentences. There'd been days when she was younger she wouldn't eat or even use the restroom until her mother physically dragged her, dazed and usually annoyed, to her feet.
She'd been in a similar trance just before her brother had died. She knew, because her father's lawyer had tried to call it something, something it wasn't, a seizure or dream or hypnosis or something. She'd plead guilty after that.
Right now, there was nothing and no one dead around her, just a pile of metal scraps and gears, and half a can of oil she was probably going to get yelled at for later on. She could tell by the faint smell of burned hair, and the blisters forming on the back of her hand that she'd done something wrong (or right?), and had the random thought that she ought to crack a window before Reece or Curmy found her. But then she remembered that might actually, literally kill all of them, and while it made for a genius comic scene in her head, she didn't think Curmy would look all that great, frozen screaming at her for eternity.
Instead, she reached automatically to one side, seized a handful of gummy bears, and absently shoved them into her mouth, humming under her breath as she squinted at the notes she was knelt on top of. Pages on pages of the physical and chemical makeup of the blasting materials (and/or mineable asteroids) she was supposed to be studying. A cursory glance told her she knew most of what she needed to know, or at least the jargon-y bits of it, just from her term serving on the Mountain, though detail recollection had never been her strong suit. She was much better at improvising.
She was sort of curious what she could say to get Reece to trust her out in the dark.
Remembering Reece made her remember that conversation she wasn't looking forward to in the slightest, and then a morbid curiosity pushed her to peek at who it was who'd interrupted Deli Time. She looked out into the hangar (still gnawing on a hunk of solidified gummy gelatin so dense it made her jaw hurt) just in time to see a flash of blue and brightened instantly.
"Hey!" she called, abandoning her work, metal scraps and all, behind the door on which she'd hung a construction paper sign labeled, "DELI'S PLACE!"
"Um...Hey...Blue! Come back, where'd you go? I have gummy bears, you want some?"
He felt his tablet vibrate at his side, and immediately, though with an unhurried care, turned the entirety of his attention toward the incoming message. Suppositions on a dead man were all good and well, given the circumstances. But he had real, almost-clients here and now, and if ever one of them so much as breathed a thought that they might require his aid, he would be there.
As it were, he only smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling in genuine pleasure as he read Pauline Weber's message. He had yet to meet the young woman in question, but even the pixels of her words seem to exude a light and hope most would have guessed impossible. It was...refreshing, to say the very least.
Pushing his glasses to slide a bit down the bridge of his nose, he squinted at his tablet, tilting it to and fro, until at last he was able to type some semblance of a message back -- No pressure to come see me today, Pauline. Just letting you know my door is always open. That said, if you're up for it, I would love a tour of the gardens. I hear you're very familiar! -- before he tucked his tablet away and returned to the conversation at hand.
"I'll take that, if you don't mind," he said, with another smile at Abby, nodding at the veritable tub of pickles behind her, though his tone was a bit more distracted. He had, he thought, a good idea of just precisely where Gavin was going with his otherwise enigmatic question, because he'd been thinking much the same himself.
The details made available to him on the strange and tragic case aboard the mostly-sleeping Copernicus had pertained largely to Sylas Adams's mental state, as well as the states of those impacted by his actions. He'd heard snippets here and there, mostly gossip and whispered judgments, but nothing he took all too much to heart. Even so, spare as the details might be, he could not begin to conceive how so elaborate and odd a plot could be carried out by a single man, in particular one so utterly...normal. For once, it was not the man's state of being that stood out to Park, but the action itself. It was rare -- very rare -- that he reduced people, patients or otherwise, to their (probably criminal) acts. It was, he'd found, the quickest way to alienate and literally dehumanize.
But in Adams's case, he made the necessary exception, and had come to the same conclusion Gavin had by the time the younger doctor swept an inquiring gaze his way. Park looked back sagely enough, his appetite temporarily muted over his open-face not-so-melty tuna melt.
"Pardon me for looking ahead," he interrupted quietly, "but, reading between the lines, Gavin, it seems you have some concerns any...accomplices Adams may have had may still be...around?"
Deli started violently when she heard footsteps echo outside her office, and only then knew she wasn't really fooling herself. There was, had been for years, really, a very precise reason she was now crouched on the floor of her office in a nest of old papers, candy bar wrappers, singed wires, and dissipating wisps of smoke. Or perhaps there were several. In any case, the primary one was evasion of thought, and none of what she was doing just now was helping.
"Ay," she muttered to herself as a slow consciousness began to return.
Like any daydreamer worth her salt, Deli could lose herself for hours in whatever project seemed most compelling at the time. Parents, teachers, friends, even Deli herself had been somewhat alarmed by the intense focus that could sweep over a girl who, half the time, forgot to finish sentences. There'd been days when she was younger she wouldn't eat or even use the restroom until her mother physically dragged her, dazed and usually annoyed, to her feet.
She'd been in a similar trance just before her brother had died. She knew, because her father's lawyer had tried to call it something, something it wasn't, a seizure or dream or hypnosis or something. She'd plead guilty after that.
Right now, there was nothing and no one dead around her, just a pile of metal scraps and gears, and half a can of oil she was probably going to get yelled at for later on. She could tell by the faint smell of burned hair, and the blisters forming on the back of her hand that she'd done something wrong (or right?), and had the random thought that she ought to crack a window before Reece or Curmy found her. But then she remembered that might actually, literally kill all of them, and while it made for a genius comic scene in her head, she didn't think Curmy would look all that great, frozen screaming at her for eternity.
Instead, she reached automatically to one side, seized a handful of gummy bears, and absently shoved them into her mouth, humming under her breath as she squinted at the notes she was knelt on top of. Pages on pages of the physical and chemical makeup of the blasting materials (and/or mineable asteroids) she was supposed to be studying. A cursory glance told her she knew most of what she needed to know, or at least the jargon-y bits of it, just from her term serving on the Mountain, though detail recollection had never been her strong suit. She was much better at improvising.
She was sort of curious what she could say to get Reece to trust her out in the dark.
Remembering Reece made her remember that conversation she wasn't looking forward to in the slightest, and then a morbid curiosity pushed her to peek at who it was who'd interrupted Deli Time. She looked out into the hangar (still gnawing on a hunk of solidified gummy gelatin so dense it made her jaw hurt) just in time to see a flash of blue and brightened instantly.
"Hey!" she called, abandoning her work, metal scraps and all, behind the door on which she'd hung a construction paper sign labeled, "DELI'S PLACE!"
"Um...Hey...Blue! Come back, where'd you go? I have gummy bears, you want some?"
Just a quick note to say I'll have something up late tonight! For Park and hopefully for Deli, who has been up to...God knows what. >__>
I'm also still here and I'll fill out Justric's form first(ish) thing tomorrow! Though for the moment I can fairly safely say Maya is, in essence, an NPC, albeit perhaps with a more detailed background.
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