Day off
*yawns, stretches. Gets out of bed and brews some extra-strong coffee--smiles as remembers everyone on Xenon base hating it for its bitterness.*
*begins to brush hair into shape. Sod "bed head" fashions, it's strict hair control where she comes from.*
*when the hair is plaited and the coffee's brewed, she lights a fag and stands at the window.*
Hmph. Cloudy weather. Bloody smog. I think a change of scenery is in order. *smiles* perhaps even a holiday. I don't think Big Boy is in that much of a rush to contact me.
*Finishes coffee, stumps cigarette, and heads off to the shuttle docks.*
Well, well, well. Isn't this a day for traffic. Lots of holiday planets, too. *drawls, pleased.* I think I may have to toss a die.
*begins to brush hair into shape. Sod "bed head" fashions, it's strict hair control where she comes from.*
*when the hair is plaited and the coffee's brewed, she lights a fag and stands at the window.*
Hmph. Cloudy weather. Bloody smog. I think a change of scenery is in order. *smiles* perhaps even a holiday. I don't think Big Boy is in that much of a rush to contact me.
*Finishes coffee, stumps cigarette, and heads off to the shuttle docks.*
Well, well, well. Isn't this a day for traffic. Lots of holiday planets, too. *drawls, pleased.* I think I may have to toss a die.