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testrun_box2013-01-09 03:56 pm
armored_mother) wrote in testrun_box2013-01-09 03:56 pm
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For SRWUG@, Later on
[1]
[Another day on the Chalice and another arrival. You can see a Britannian Transport dropping off several suits of powered armor along with some tough looking people that were clearly their operators.]
Alright boys and girls! Hustle up! We're here to get some work done so you better be on your best behavior or I'll put you on your rears! Got it?
[There were grins and laughs all around, but none of them showed any disrespect, it was more of an ease of familiarity with the brash woman. She turns to see you looking at them, she grins and walks over.]
You could always take a picture you know. It'll last longer.
[She's certainly... bigger... up close.]
Major Cora Anderson. The boys call me Ursa.
[There's a hand offered to you to shake.]
[2]
[Cora's at the mess hall, reading a letter while sipping some tea. Yes. A tough woman like her is fond of her Tea. She's Britannian, what do you expect?]
Oi, think I got some left to share. You up for a little?
[She's offering you a drink, raising a battered tin mug at your direction and then motioning to the seat opposite her.]
[3]
[The battle seems to have come inside the Chalice! Corridors have become firing lanes and enemy troops are rushing throughout!]
Keep your heads down!
[There's a mechanical whirr as a large armored figure unleashes a literal hailstorm of metal down corridor.]
You holding up alright over there?!
[Despite being over a speaker the utter concern in her voice was ever-present. The kind of voice of a person who's used to looking out for others.]
[4]
What.... what the heck am I looking at?
[It seems that Cora has stumbled upon something beyond her comprehension. Maybe its something you're used to, maybe its just mindbogglingly ridiculous to you as well.... maybe its just plain weird.]
[Whatever it is, Cora just has this expression that she's trying to keep it together but the seams are barely holding. Try to calm her down?]
[Another day on the Chalice and another arrival. You can see a Britannian Transport dropping off several suits of powered armor along with some tough looking people that were clearly their operators.]
Alright boys and girls! Hustle up! We're here to get some work done so you better be on your best behavior or I'll put you on your rears! Got it?
[There were grins and laughs all around, but none of them showed any disrespect, it was more of an ease of familiarity with the brash woman. She turns to see you looking at them, she grins and walks over.]
You could always take a picture you know. It'll last longer.
[She's certainly... bigger... up close.]
Major Cora Anderson. The boys call me Ursa.
[There's a hand offered to you to shake.]
[2]
[Cora's at the mess hall, reading a letter while sipping some tea. Yes. A tough woman like her is fond of her Tea. She's Britannian, what do you expect?]
Oi, think I got some left to share. You up for a little?
[She's offering you a drink, raising a battered tin mug at your direction and then motioning to the seat opposite her.]
[3]
[The battle seems to have come inside the Chalice! Corridors have become firing lanes and enemy troops are rushing throughout!]
Keep your heads down!
[There's a mechanical whirr as a large armored figure unleashes a literal hailstorm of metal down corridor.]
You holding up alright over there?!
[Despite being over a speaker the utter concern in her voice was ever-present. The kind of voice of a person who's used to looking out for others.]
[4]
What.... what the heck am I looking at?
[It seems that Cora has stumbled upon something beyond her comprehension. Maybe its something you're used to, maybe its just mindbogglingly ridiculous to you as well.... maybe its just plain weird.]
[Whatever it is, Cora just has this expression that she's trying to keep it together but the seams are barely holding. Try to calm her down?]
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B-But we aren't supposed to make port for another month! I-I don't even know what's out there, or what to do, or--
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[She's going to poke you on the forehead. Gently]
If you don't know, then follow your instincts. If those aren't any good... well.
You could always ask her what she wants to for a date.
But you gotta remember this. Dates are about spending time with the person you love and showing them how much you care.
You can't go wrong if you keep that in your head.
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[ He's freaking out, looking back. ]
A-A-A-And she's--! W-Where would I even--
[ Wait. Just ask her? ]
... she'd like that, wouldn't she?
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Yep. She looks like the type.
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O-Okay. I will.