no rest for the weary [Open]
who; Noble Six and YOU!
what; Six is trying to relax and really recover from the Necromorph event but can't... seem to do it right.
where; In Spartan Haus and likely to move elsewhere.
when; Noon-ish.
warning(s); None?
[ With a sigh that's close to a heave of breath, Six slowly sits on the chairs by the kitchen table. With a dull thunk her cup of coffee sits on the surface of the table while she toys with her wearable.
She looks around. Out of her armor and wearing a sleeveless shirt and baggy pants with boots seems to fit her criteria for "relaxing clothes." Besides, it's pretty quiet nowadays, ever since they finally disposed of that Marker, but Six can't help but feel a bit... jittery about things. Never mind the fact that the whole ordeal exhausted her beyond her limits, but her training couldn't allow any sign of weakness. So she sits at the table, with only a slightly visible slump to her otherwise straight posture.
Maybe she should go back to hospital, she thinks. After the ordeal, she found that she did, in fact, open up several wounds, but hastily patched them up once it was all done. To save face? Maybe. Six didn't like feeling or looking vulnerable to others. Now she's sorta regretting that decision, and bandages and biofoam can only do so much...
Still. She just... sips her coffee and listens for any disturbance in her surroundings or a ping on the wearable. ]
what; Six is trying to relax and really recover from the Necromorph event but can't... seem to do it right.
where; In Spartan Haus and likely to move elsewhere.
when; Noon-ish.
warning(s); None?
[ With a sigh that's close to a heave of breath, Six slowly sits on the chairs by the kitchen table. With a dull thunk her cup of coffee sits on the surface of the table while she toys with her wearable.
She looks around. Out of her armor and wearing a sleeveless shirt and baggy pants with boots seems to fit her criteria for "relaxing clothes." Besides, it's pretty quiet nowadays, ever since they finally disposed of that Marker, but Six can't help but feel a bit... jittery about things. Never mind the fact that the whole ordeal exhausted her beyond her limits, but her training couldn't allow any sign of weakness. So she sits at the table, with only a slightly visible slump to her otherwise straight posture.
Maybe she should go back to hospital, she thinks. After the ordeal, she found that she did, in fact, open up several wounds, but hastily patched them up once it was all done. To save face? Maybe. Six didn't like feeling or looking vulnerable to others. Now she's sorta regretting that decision, and bandages and biofoam can only do so much...
Still. She just... sips her coffee and listens for any disturbance in her surroundings or a ping on the wearable. ]