Keeping a relatively-low profile was something that Mirys had grown accustomed to long before she had ever arrived on the station, so it was not a particularly difficult task to keep herself out of the way during the latest incident to take place. With things appearing to return to at least some semblance of normalcy, though, she decided she was ( Read more... )

Katriel didn't want to think about the quantity of energy credits this station had to be burning through each day. More than her entire village. Maybe more than all Sehalda itself, on an off day. It seemed utterly, obscenely wasteful to a person raised on a world where scarcity made of it a second currency.

And yet she couldn't call this a rich ( Read more... )

Sector Six of the BSL habitats: the nocturnal sector 'NOC ( Read more... )

It was probably a rather strange sight to behold; Mirys Hargrave, on her way toward the cafeteria, but without any of her usual discontented expressions, at worst she only looked a little bored. Maybe she found something interesting, or maybe she had finally gotten used to life on the station, or maybe the entire population of human-sized bugs in ( Read more... )

Mirys Hargrave's day had been particularly boring, and more than once she considered checking one of the network terminals in case anyone had posted anything interesting, as unlikely as that was. Deciding against that, however, she instead opted for paying a visit to each of her usual haunts ( Read more... )

Who: Cain, OPEN
What: Coma-bound, Cain sleeps until his body is ready to function properly.
Where: The infirmary
When: roughly a day after he was killed
Warnings: None

( He who was not his brother's keeper was killed by a keeper of his own. )

Victoria's mood and state of mind had been in flux for the greater portion of a week. She had been quite concerned for Cain from the loud yelling and breaking of glass that accompanied the loss of his beloved sister but was quickly set to ease upon his promise to meet with her upon the passing of such morose feelings. Indeed the doll-maiden had ( Read more... )

It hadn't taken Mirys terribly long to figure out exactly which hangar she had been told to go to. With an unmarked cardboard box in her hands, she began to make her way down the halls, toward her destination. Barring the usual distractions, it wouldn't take her too long to get there. Or, at least she thought it wouldn't.

(ooc: This is a follow-up ( Read more... )

Sora had been out of her cryo-sleep pod for only a few hours, but she was already feeling more confused and overwhelmed than she had in a very long time. This was stranger than Utopia Academy, and that was saying something. She'd apparently been asleep in some sort of pod for a while, and upon awakening someone had stuck a slimy creature of some ( Read more... )

Ever since returning from the previous mission, Mirys has been even more-distant and irritable than usual, stalking up and down the hallways with a look somewhere between anger and severe discomfort. She does make occasional stops in her usual places: her makeshift quarters, the BSL habitats (with the exception of Sector 2, of course), the ( Read more... )