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I'd prefer to wait until Feig is back or at least have metro to RP with than do all of that myself.
Risty is doing the observation thing. Only Nicki can do the observation thing, NO-ONE ELSE.
I'm joking. Tide, post, post! <3
I'm joking. Tide, post, post! <3
Wildtide said
Quick question...Would it be wrong for Tide to respond to F# before everyone else has posted something IC? (this is my first RP on here, so I'm not exactly sure what the etiquette is for posting - I'm assuming it kinda works in rounds like a tabletop DnD game, but not sure).
Usually, the posting order is to wait for 2 other people to post before replying.
BUT DON'T STRICTLY ADHERE TO IT GUYS.
I'd rather we had an active RP than a group of people shuffling their feet because Joey mcBob can't think of anything to post.
McHaggis said
Soon.
Oi! Get the show on the road!
*waves stick threateningly*
Posted!
Let me make something clear right now.
My posts show an insight into Nicki's mind and personality more than what is going on around her.
YOUR CHARACTER CANNOT INSTANTLY TELL THAT SHE HATES YOU JUST BECAUSE I TYPED IT.
Nicki is a very, very big liar, and quite the actress to boot. Problem is, she learns and regurgitates all of the social aspects like some super-parrot, and right now I think she's leeching off of Caelum and Tide's personality, their body language, etc. In fairness, her personality does say she's a grade A nutcase, but that part got OMITTED from the file that the crew have access to, so they probably won't be able to tell.
At least, not yet. It's going to be hard to run away when you're in the middle of space.
:3
Let me make something clear right now.
My posts show an insight into Nicki's mind and personality more than what is going on around her.
YOUR CHARACTER CANNOT INSTANTLY TELL THAT SHE HATES YOU JUST BECAUSE I TYPED IT.
Nicki is a very, very big liar, and quite the actress to boot. Problem is, she learns and regurgitates all of the social aspects like some super-parrot, and right now I think she's leeching off of Caelum and Tide's personality, their body language, etc. In fairness, her personality does say she's a grade A nutcase, but that part got OMITTED from the file that the crew have access to, so they probably won't be able to tell.
At least, not yet. It's going to be hard to run away when you're in the middle of space.
:3
MEDICAL LOG 002 - NICKI F SHARPE
CURRENTLY: Making friends. Trying to make friends.
Nicki was confused as to why she was getting the stare-down from her pilot-to-be. So far, all she's done is shift some tables and get rid of a useless document; did she offend her somehow? This was not how Nicki wanted things to go. She stared back at Caelum as her mind spiralled into countless methods of trying to solve this issue, because she had to be friends with everyone, no questions asked. Swiftly, Nicki resorted to trying some sort of bumbling friendly approach, in which she used more words than were really necessary and put on a different tone of voice.
"Oh, uh, I'm sorry if I offended in any way Caelum, I just...didn't think you needed it, is all." apologised Nicki, her face falling a little. For good measure, Nicki decided to add a joke; "Besides, the amount of info you're getting off these reports, they're better off as paper planes, right?" she chuckled, smiling at Caelum.
The smile never reached her eyes, which remained as blank and as calculating as ever. Maybe that was just how she was.
Nicki's attention was diverted by the new arrival, and her smile dropped as she looked at Risty. Looking was, in effect, a huge understatement; she practically dissected the woman. Handcuffs - prisoner. Tattoos...pirates, something-serpents. Strongium? good at escaping, equally good at killing people - even whilst handcuffed, why else would she have those escorts... listed her mind as she yelled obscenities at the retreating escorts. Nicki shut her eyes for a moment. Correction - not good at killing people with handcuffs. Safe to be around civillians. Risty asked for Nicki to get the key out of her front pocket and Nicki obliged (Doesn't mind stealing, testing to see whether or not I'll let her go...of course I'll let her go, she looks like great fun...) immediately, unlocking the handcuffs manually and politely setting the key in front of Risty.
Once Risty introduced herself, Nicki smiled at the woman - again, one of those almost fake smiles that never really reached her eyes. "Nicki F Sharpe, medic. Pleased to meet you." she replied cheerily. Her eyelids flickered as Caelum had the nerve to call her F Sharpe - what a stupid, godawful nickname. But hopefully Caelum didn't notice as she slid into an enraptured speech about their clattering old spaceship, to which Nicki leant forward and gave the pilot her full attention and an equally as amazed expression whilst her brain came up with several ways to end that pilot's life, one of which involving the teacup sitting on the stacks of paperwork.
Another person came in - Nicki got distracted. Her mind switched into observation mode again. Straight back, tactful pacing, no smile...used to authority. Didn't shove his report on top - used to authority, but not arrogant. Won't sit down...it's not medical, so he either likes to look down on people or is too nervous to sit down. PTSD? Not talking much either. Doesn't like to waste words. Very businesslike. Probably won't take the pilot's eventual jokes when they come around. murmured her thoughts in a constant stream whilst her 'normal' no-emotion smile graced her features once again with a nod and a 'good morning' to the man. Captain, or co-captain, but certainly not anything less than that, added her thoughts.
Nicki ran a hand through her sheet of red hair in an attempt to silence her overworking brain. Hopefully it wasn't going to be like this for everyon-Heavy boots, probably a soldier, he's twisting through that mess of benches without hitting them - good reactions, almost certainly a soldier. Carries a pack with him - well prepared. Not very intelligent - and a smoker, too. Nicki stared at Tide before realising that she was staring and decided to do the most medic-like thing and sniff, throwing him a frown of disapproval. "You won't be able to smoke on the Medusa," she warned, "I'd rather we didn't have to change the oxygen filters every time we take a pit-stop. The name's Nicki F Sharpe, Medic."
Nicki turned to glance at totally-not-going-to-kill-us-all Risty. "I hope those escorts aren't tagging along with us, that'd put a downer on the whole trip." she said, almost sympathetically. Almost. Then, she turned to smile at her new best friend I hope you die first Caelum. "Who else are we waiting for, then?" asked Nicki.
Just when Nicki thought it couldn't get any better, she felt it; a moodswing. Everything got a lot darker, all her outcomes became grim, it was getting harder for her to remain cheery and she didn't want to alienate people on her first day. Her shoulders slumped. "I'm...not used to this gravity field strength," she added in a less energetic tone of voice, trying to pass it off as mild discomfort instead of massive emotional freak-out.
CURRENTLY: Making friends. Trying to make friends.
Nicki was confused as to why she was getting the stare-down from her pilot-to-be. So far, all she's done is shift some tables and get rid of a useless document; did she offend her somehow? This was not how Nicki wanted things to go. She stared back at Caelum as her mind spiralled into countless methods of trying to solve this issue, because she had to be friends with everyone, no questions asked. Swiftly, Nicki resorted to trying some sort of bumbling friendly approach, in which she used more words than were really necessary and put on a different tone of voice.
"Oh, uh, I'm sorry if I offended in any way Caelum, I just...didn't think you needed it, is all." apologised Nicki, her face falling a little. For good measure, Nicki decided to add a joke; "Besides, the amount of info you're getting off these reports, they're better off as paper planes, right?" she chuckled, smiling at Caelum.
The smile never reached her eyes, which remained as blank and as calculating as ever. Maybe that was just how she was.
Nicki's attention was diverted by the new arrival, and her smile dropped as she looked at Risty. Looking was, in effect, a huge understatement; she practically dissected the woman. Handcuffs - prisoner. Tattoos...pirates, something-serpents. Strongium? good at escaping, equally good at killing people - even whilst handcuffed, why else would she have those escorts... listed her mind as she yelled obscenities at the retreating escorts. Nicki shut her eyes for a moment. Correction - not good at killing people with handcuffs. Safe to be around civillians. Risty asked for Nicki to get the key out of her front pocket and Nicki obliged (Doesn't mind stealing, testing to see whether or not I'll let her go...of course I'll let her go, she looks like great fun...) immediately, unlocking the handcuffs manually and politely setting the key in front of Risty.
Once Risty introduced herself, Nicki smiled at the woman - again, one of those almost fake smiles that never really reached her eyes. "Nicki F Sharpe, medic. Pleased to meet you." she replied cheerily. Her eyelids flickered as Caelum had the nerve to call her F Sharpe - what a stupid, godawful nickname. But hopefully Caelum didn't notice as she slid into an enraptured speech about their clattering old spaceship, to which Nicki leant forward and gave the pilot her full attention and an equally as amazed expression whilst her brain came up with several ways to end that pilot's life, one of which involving the teacup sitting on the stacks of paperwork.
Another person came in - Nicki got distracted. Her mind switched into observation mode again. Straight back, tactful pacing, no smile...used to authority. Didn't shove his report on top - used to authority, but not arrogant. Won't sit down...it's not medical, so he either likes to look down on people or is too nervous to sit down. PTSD? Not talking much either. Doesn't like to waste words. Very businesslike. Probably won't take the pilot's eventual jokes when they come around. murmured her thoughts in a constant stream whilst her 'normal' no-emotion smile graced her features once again with a nod and a 'good morning' to the man. Captain, or co-captain, but certainly not anything less than that, added her thoughts.
Nicki ran a hand through her sheet of red hair in an attempt to silence her overworking brain. Hopefully it wasn't going to be like this for everyon-Heavy boots, probably a soldier, he's twisting through that mess of benches without hitting them - good reactions, almost certainly a soldier. Carries a pack with him - well prepared. Not very intelligent - and a smoker, too. Nicki stared at Tide before realising that she was staring and decided to do the most medic-like thing and sniff, throwing him a frown of disapproval. "You won't be able to smoke on the Medusa," she warned, "I'd rather we didn't have to change the oxygen filters every time we take a pit-stop. The name's Nicki F Sharpe, Medic."
Nicki turned to glance at totally-not-going-to-kill-us-all Risty. "I hope those escorts aren't tagging along with us, that'd put a downer on the whole trip." she said, almost sympathetically. Almost. Then, she turned to smile at her new best friend I hope you die first Caelum. "Who else are we waiting for, then?" asked Nicki.
Just when Nicki thought it couldn't get any better, she felt it; a moodswing. Everything got a lot darker, all her outcomes became grim, it was getting harder for her to remain cheery and she didn't want to alienate people on her first day. Her shoulders slumped. "I'm...not used to this gravity field strength," she added in a less energetic tone of voice, trying to pass it off as mild discomfort instead of massive emotional freak-out.
MEDICAL LOG 001 - NICKI F SHARPE
CURRENTLY: Wasting time...
As a sort of rule, Nicki never took pathways. In such a day and age, pathways get you killed; they're where people expect you to be walking. It was like skipping with a gun to your head, entirely pointless...not that something as trivial as a gun would be able to hurt her. Paranoia was a dead-seated mental factor of her life. She refused to think everything was okay, and it's not as if she had much of a choice in the matter; Nicki's brain would always find a million outcomes to something as simple as starting a spaceship, or walking to a base...or meeting a new crew for the first time. Hence she paced through the surrounding pine forest rather than walk across the muddy path, just to calm herself down.
Admittedly, the last time she met a new crew they promptly tried to shoot both her legs off. Nicki had very good reason to be nervous. Vaguely, she recalled that it was a bounty crew, and an unpleasant scowl formed on her lips. Of course they'd shoot their medic, how very intelligent of them. Unfortunately for that lot, they forgot to read up about the woman they were trying to maim and were found a few weeks later floating in space without a suit. Nicki looked up into the sky, squinting at the bright blue shades of early morning. How far do I need to throw someone to get them into orbit...? she mused.
Irritably, Nicki tore her gaze from the sky and focused it on the concrete block that was swimming into view. She knew the pilot was inside because her communicator vibrated fifteen minutes ago and Nicki ignored it. She also knew that the pilot was either punctual or desperate, because she sent the reminder three minutes earlier than Nicki would assume they would...hence why she would make them wait a few minutes for her to amble along, because Nicki hated getting rushed.
Nicki wiped her feet on the mat in front of the entrance and paced purposefully to the reception desk. "Nicki F Sharpe, I'm here for the...ffffu-..." Nicki cut herself off; another little habit, she didn't like to swear but the receptionist glanced up at Nicki with a knowing little smile and outright fear shining in her eyes. Well done, keep an eye on me whilst I'm on the ground. That's not going to put me in a bad mood at all. snarled Nicki in her head. She glared down the woman, lifting her lip up in a snarl that never managed to escape her throat as the telephone slid across the desk a little. That was just enough; the receptionist squeaked and quickly typed in Nicki's name, printing out her file for her.
"H-here you go, Miss 'Sharpe', go and t-...go and take a seat with Miss Jameson at the back!" stammered the receptionist whilst Nicki snatched the sheet of paper from the trembling woman and entered the large cafeteria. Her gaze slipped down the paper at her new file...The audio transcript for PLU27 isn't on there. In fact, it's been blacked out entirely...I guess that was nice of them, thought Nicki as she saw the massive black box over her personality section. Everything else was intact, though, even her history.
Nicki moved in a straight line towards the pilot who was busy muttering to herself - at least I'm not the only one who does that - and the large tables and benches slid out of the way on their own accord, parting the cafeteria like the red sea before her. The most unnerving part though would be the fact Nicki didn't even seem to notice she was doing it; it was just happening, there was no arm-waving, or even so much as a glance in the direction of the benches. Nicki was too interested in the heap of paperwork in front of her pilot. As she passed, the benches slid back into place, leaving a little bubble of clear space around Nicki...it was almost as if the benches were too scared to get close to her.
Nicki sat down opposite Caelum, and without so much as a hello, grabbed a nearby sheet of paper and ripped it up. It had her file on it, but with more blacked out information than the one she got from the receptionist. Looking Caelum dead in the eye, she blew the scraps of paper into her face and promptly handed her the file with (almost) everything on it. "The Alliance are sticklers for keeping things private," she sighed reflectively, "so I went and got you the full one. I guess you'll have to figure out my personality on your own, Caelum."
CURRENTLY: Wasting time...
As a sort of rule, Nicki never took pathways. In such a day and age, pathways get you killed; they're where people expect you to be walking. It was like skipping with a gun to your head, entirely pointless...not that something as trivial as a gun would be able to hurt her. Paranoia was a dead-seated mental factor of her life. She refused to think everything was okay, and it's not as if she had much of a choice in the matter; Nicki's brain would always find a million outcomes to something as simple as starting a spaceship, or walking to a base...or meeting a new crew for the first time. Hence she paced through the surrounding pine forest rather than walk across the muddy path, just to calm herself down.
Admittedly, the last time she met a new crew they promptly tried to shoot both her legs off. Nicki had very good reason to be nervous. Vaguely, she recalled that it was a bounty crew, and an unpleasant scowl formed on her lips. Of course they'd shoot their medic, how very intelligent of them. Unfortunately for that lot, they forgot to read up about the woman they were trying to maim and were found a few weeks later floating in space without a suit. Nicki looked up into the sky, squinting at the bright blue shades of early morning. How far do I need to throw someone to get them into orbit...? she mused.
Irritably, Nicki tore her gaze from the sky and focused it on the concrete block that was swimming into view. She knew the pilot was inside because her communicator vibrated fifteen minutes ago and Nicki ignored it. She also knew that the pilot was either punctual or desperate, because she sent the reminder three minutes earlier than Nicki would assume they would...hence why she would make them wait a few minutes for her to amble along, because Nicki hated getting rushed.
Nicki wiped her feet on the mat in front of the entrance and paced purposefully to the reception desk. "Nicki F Sharpe, I'm here for the...ffffu-..." Nicki cut herself off; another little habit, she didn't like to swear but the receptionist glanced up at Nicki with a knowing little smile and outright fear shining in her eyes. Well done, keep an eye on me whilst I'm on the ground. That's not going to put me in a bad mood at all. snarled Nicki in her head. She glared down the woman, lifting her lip up in a snarl that never managed to escape her throat as the telephone slid across the desk a little. That was just enough; the receptionist squeaked and quickly typed in Nicki's name, printing out her file for her.
"H-here you go, Miss 'Sharpe', go and t-...go and take a seat with Miss Jameson at the back!" stammered the receptionist whilst Nicki snatched the sheet of paper from the trembling woman and entered the large cafeteria. Her gaze slipped down the paper at her new file...The audio transcript for PLU27 isn't on there. In fact, it's been blacked out entirely...I guess that was nice of them, thought Nicki as she saw the massive black box over her personality section. Everything else was intact, though, even her history.
Nicki moved in a straight line towards the pilot who was busy muttering to herself - at least I'm not the only one who does that - and the large tables and benches slid out of the way on their own accord, parting the cafeteria like the red sea before her. The most unnerving part though would be the fact Nicki didn't even seem to notice she was doing it; it was just happening, there was no arm-waving, or even so much as a glance in the direction of the benches. Nicki was too interested in the heap of paperwork in front of her pilot. As she passed, the benches slid back into place, leaving a little bubble of clear space around Nicki...it was almost as if the benches were too scared to get close to her.
Nicki sat down opposite Caelum, and without so much as a hello, grabbed a nearby sheet of paper and ripped it up. It had her file on it, but with more blacked out information than the one she got from the receptionist. Looking Caelum dead in the eye, she blew the scraps of paper into her face and promptly handed her the file with (almost) everything on it. "The Alliance are sticklers for keeping things private," she sighed reflectively, "so I went and got you the full one. I guess you'll have to figure out my personality on your own, Caelum."
Hey look, it's me and haggis in hamster form!
"Attention, please. Can the crew of the Medusa prepare for departure?"
Oooh, let's try and make an IC post reply for this!
...I'll try tomorrow.
...I'll try tomorrow.
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