I just can't keep track of myself [ota]

[mechanic_mac]

Mac had been busy fixing the Nova. She'd been so busy, she hadn't gone back to her room for almost two days. She'd given Liv the tour, done her job and then gone to the auto shop and just not come out. Two meals had been sent each day along with a fairly large canister of coffee, so either Ethan knew she'd locked herself away, or Shar Pei was

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[45825243_t78_a]

Logan had been keeping to himself even more than usual, not bothering to keep an eye on the 'new' arrivals, and generally being pretty effective at keeping people away with some serious piss-off vibes. He had enough on his mind without dealing with people. At least - though he wasn't aware of it - he had avoided getting any chemicals in his system by not spending much time in his room, even when he was expected to be there. The roof was more quiet, and he could smoke. Logan had hardly been anywhere else aside from there, the mess hall, and the gym.

Now, however, he was walking around the base. Word was that Daken had been released, and though Logan wasn't looking forward to it, a confrontation now was probably better than a confrontation later. Daken was not who first caught his eye, however.

Maybe Logan should've been worried, seeing the woman go down with a little less grace than a conscious act usually entailed, but he wasn't. He was still curious, though - and possibly desperate for something to take his mind off things - so he walked over, standing next to her for all of two seconds before losing his patience and nudging her with his foot. What he wanted was anyone's guess, but this felt like a good start.

[mechanic_mac]

The quiet groan was accompanied with a hand swatting where she thought the leg would be. She was under the impression that Ethan was stalking about and decided to interrupt her little nap on the grass -which fair enough, wasn't the best place to sleep, but whatever. "Dude, jus' lemme..."

Opening her eyes to give her friend a glare, the furrowed brows melted to a surprised expression. "Oh, hey, you're not Ethan." Which meant someone was randomly getting her attention, wow, that didn't happen a lot.

Leaning up on her elbows, squinting slightly up at this guy -facial hair, messy hair, bulky guy, still no clue which one he was- Mac let the frown wipe away her surprise. "Um, need something?" Because randomly being nudged usually meant that, right?

[45825243_t78_a]

He stood his ground at the first signs of protest, focusing on exhaling slowly to keep it from turning into a growl, though his scowl was etched on his face semi-permanently. She was the perceptive sort, wasn't she? Not Ethan... "No shit."

Her question of what he wanted was deserved, but annoyed him all the same, because he didn't have an answer. It wasn't quite bullying, not in the way Victor did. His choice of target alone was evidence enough of that; women were rarely involved in the whole business of asserting dominance. And yet maybe it was similar in being a random demand for attention.

"Someone piss in your bed or somethin'? There's better places to sleep."

[mechanic_mac]

"Well sure there is, but I don't wanna have to go there." Mostly, because she was the lazy sort. Weird, wasn't it. She managed to stay lazy while being in the military; which worked wonders for those stupid six am rises but whatever. If she missed breakfast she missed breakfast. "Besides, the ground was here when I fell."

Mac could admit to falling, she did. She had intended fully on going to bed, but instead...didn't make it.

"Someone piss in your corn flakes?" All in all, Mac was a poor choice for bullying either way. Sure, you might win the battle and cow her a little -mostly just because big and bulky beats witty and sarcastic every time. But the nuances that come along with playing those games are not worth the trouble.