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Post by Jaminx on Jun 8, 2016 20:44:23 GMT
Xena had grabbed her tool bag for a new job, someone was complaining about a buzzing noise in their air circulation unit. There was always some complaint though it was likely hardly a problem at all. Most couldn't tell the bad sounds from the good sounds.
A confused looking figure idled just ahead of her taking up the space. Sure she could get past but it would feel too close to her personal bubble, it would e wiser to talk to him. She didn't want to say anything really, talking to other people was a bit of an uphill struggle at times but if she was going to get better at it she would have to try.
"You looking for something?" She asked shortly, inwardly cursing the abrasive sound. He was a face she had seen before like the rest of the crew but names escaped her. He was just a pale guy with brown hair who was taller than her like most of the rest of the crew.
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Post by Zircon on Jun 8, 2016 20:53:00 GMT
He turned around to look at her, looking down. "Oh uh... Yeah. I've been trying to find where my room is, but I'm kind of new. I don't really have a map or blueprints of the ship.." He explained quickly. He examined her. Short, ginger hair. She was a little shorter then he was. That was new. Usually he was the short one.
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Post by Jaminx on Jun 8, 2016 20:56:47 GMT
"We've all been on the ships a few days now and you still don't know where to go? What have you been up to? And who in the deep dark gave you a welcoming tour?"
She eyed him up with a scowl. She let out a sigh dragging out her diagnostics pad, it held ship schematics and levels among other useful bits of information.
"Don't bother answering those...Got a room number or name I can go on instead?"
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Post by Zircon on Jun 8, 2016 21:01:56 GMT
"Uh, Martin Brooks." He said quickly. Had he been here for a day or two now? He hadn't been keeping track of time.. He also hadn't slept in awhile. "I think my room number was 17.." He said, trying to remember what room they had assigned him. "Yeah, definitely room 17.."
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Post by Jaminx on Jun 8, 2016 21:08:33 GMT
Xena put in the name but didn't bother with the number. They didn't use any numbers that short for crew quarters. Thu guy was way out of the loop.
"Right i've got your room. It's B765SOAUX on my sheet right at the back of the quarters section in the west..."
She looked up at his face and doubt fell in her mind. If he hadn't been to his room in days he hadn't slept in days either.
"Martin. do you want me to show you where to go rather than describe it so you don't get lost again?"
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Post by Zircon on Jun 8, 2016 21:15:20 GMT
"..Yeah." He said a few seconds after. "That would be nice." He had no idea where that area was, and he was to tired to keep running around the ship trying to find the 'quarters section'. He remembered as well as he could.. "B765SOAUX.." He remembered in his head. Or, at the very least, he remembered "B765S". That should be enough to find it, right?.
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Post by Jaminx on Jun 8, 2016 21:22:44 GMT
Xena put away her pad then began to stride down the corridor, tool bag jangling on her shoulder. It would take a few minutes to get there but at least it wasn't too far. She turned a corner swiftly her mind beginning to buzz over different things her eyes darting across different openings her ears taking in the sounds of the ship.
She had to refocus enough to check back on her follower. Her mind reeled through some small talk she could manage.
"So Martin what do you do on the ship?"
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Post by Zircon on Jun 8, 2016 21:26:13 GMT
He followed after her, looking around the ship as they moved forward. "Hm? Oh, I'm a Planetary Scout.. Not much use as of now." He said, still looking around. The ship was rather grand. He wondered what the 'big' ships looked like. Probably the same thing, but on a larger scale.
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Post by Jaminx on Jun 8, 2016 21:33:45 GMT
"A scout who can't navigate an enclosed space?" She laughed a short laugh that was soon quenched. She raised an eyebrow as she opened an air lock heavy door taking them into a new section.
"Well i'm not too sure how good you are at your job then."
It wasn't meant too meanly but as ever it came out rather blunt.
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Post by Zircon on Jun 8, 2016 23:41:53 GMT
He frowned. "Well, I was meant to scout planets, not buildings." He looked around the new section as the door opened up. "What about you? Engineer, right?" He said, looking at the tools she had on her.
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Post by Jaminx on Jun 9, 2016 10:16:06 GMT
"What gave me away the grease or enough tools to make my own ship from scratch?" The words snapped out and Xena had to shake her head.
"Sorry. I'm over halfway through my shift and I haven't had a break for food yet. I always forget when i'm busy."
A half lie, she just always forgot. Food was something that was often at the bottom of her long list of priorities. At home she only ate regularly because of parents on ship she only ate when either the computer alerted her or someone press ganged her into it or on the rare occasion she was about to collapse.
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Post by LHudson on Jun 9, 2016 19:46:58 GMT
His report was finished, and within a few seconds it was sent. Zark kicked back his chair and started coming up with things that could kill some time. Chess, writing, reading, would've been boring since his own policy wasn't to overexercise himself or face a visit to the surgeon.
There was a knock on the door, and someone came in. They asked him something and Zark smiled to himself. "You've come to the right place, what can I help you with?"
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Post by AlexJ on Jun 10, 2016 15:32:21 GMT
((Hud some of the details you put in there don't match up to my post, so I'm gonna have to adapt it to work here, in case any bit confuses you.))
A few seconds passed after knocking, until Eli was gestured to come in. As he did, the face of a man, much older than himself faced toward him. The grey hairs and weathered look was a striking contrast to the family trainer he had back home, but he supposed there was no problem with a bit of experience over youthful energy. He asked Eli what he could help him with, throwing the young man off a bit. He was in a training facility, asking to sign up for training, what else was there to do? Still, he knew if he voiced such a thought it would get them off on a bad foot, and he didn't want that.
"Like I said, I'm interested in signing up to some routine training programme, do you have anything that could help me with that?"
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Post by LHudson on Jun 14, 2016 19:40:53 GMT
Zark took an interest, someone new wanting to be on the programme, time to present the classes.
"Well, I do have some sessions and programmes you could try." He drew up a list. "I can put you on an RPM session that takes place later today, you'll need a sweatband for that, I can put you in a toning season which is a nice all-rounder, or I can help you get into a routine in what you are trying to achieve. Muscle building, stamina gaining, or just general weightloss?"
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Post by Zircon on Jun 16, 2016 4:10:33 GMT
"Mostly the tools." He replied. "And it's fine." He hadn't ate in awhile either, now that he thought of it. The only thing he had done on the ship so far is get lost. That and start making a crude map of where he had been on the ship out of a napkin he found and a pen he had on him.
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