Maybe this was a bad idea after all-Arrival, OTA

[psychoempath]

Liv had spent one and a half days passed out and woke up tied to a hospital bed just to be approached by some suit monkeys threatening her with jail if she didn’t sign up to join some super mutant team. Now normally she would have balked at the idea of joining any kind of military operation, in spite of it once being her dream to do just that. She

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[mechanic_mac]

Being told that she had to get up two hours earlier than normal so that she could 'greet' a new arrival wasn't the icing on Mac's sugar frosted flakes. Not by far. Considering her sleep patterns were already buggered to hell and beyond, Mac wasn't really thrilled by the order.

Still, she was up and out and making her way to what had been designated as the 'drop point' in time to catch this newest arrival, and still rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. Shit felt weird that morning. She just couldn't figure out why.

"Hey," sparing a glance at one of the guys puking, she was pretty sure it was one of the Corporals from the other base, Mac shook her head, "I'm Sergeant Richards, everyone calls me Mac because it's my name, welcome to the camp, how 'bout you follow me and I'll show you around." Her voice and tone pretty much gave away how tired she was, but hell, Stone said jump, Mac asked do I have to and then got glared at until she did it.

[psychoempath]

Liv took a moment to admire her work. She only gave his body the impression of food poisoning, so he would stop once his stomach was empty. This mutie bitch did not take kindly to insults.

Shifting her attention to the woman in front of her she briefly wondered how to address her. Sergeant? Mac? Should she do that salute her dad had her do when she was a kid because all of his buddies thought it was cute?

"Mornin'. I'm Olivia Hughes, you can call me Liv if you want to. As long as there's coffee involved at some point I'm game."

[mechanic_mac]

"If people want me to function later, there will be rivers of coffee." Nodding her head, waving off the idiots in their get up, Mac started to lead Liv towards the buildings in camp. "Coffee means the first stop is the mess hall."

Heading in the direction, Mac gave Liv a once over before launching into the 'Welcome' speech that she'd only had to give once before, to Pyro. "Mess hall operates the meals, breakfast is oh-six-thirty until oh-eight-thirty, lunch is twelve hundred until fourteen hundred and dinner is eighteen hundred until twenty one hundred, following?" It was sort of simple to figure out the times; it was usually when you smelt the good stuff. "Coffee, snacks and the usual shit are available all the time though."

Pulling out her slip of paper, Mac handed Liv her ID card, "This is your ID card, don't lose it or you'll be in shit creek. It has access strips for the camp and it opens your room door. You're in Jefferson, room two-oh-six." Coming up to the Mess Hall, Mac stopped outside for a moment, "Questions so far?"

[psychoempath]

The fact that there were set times for meals was something Liv could live without but she might as well get used to it now. Who knew what other rules there were that she found really infuriating, so it wouldn't make sense to get worked up about the fact that she had to get up way before noon.

Barely glancing at her ID card she decided it would be a great idea to get one of those wallets for kids that could be worn around the neck because if anyone was prone to lose stuff that was important, it was her. She decided to ignore any thoughts about sleeping arrangements, chances were she wouldn't be alone and that was certainly further up her list than getting up early.

"The only question I have is why I signed up for this, so nothing you could answer, no."