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thisavrou_log2016-01-03 12:33 am
manyvoiced) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-01-03 12:33 am
Entry tags:
Ingress Room, OTA
Who: Breq & Anyone
When: Jan 01-Jan 07 (or so)
Where: Ingress Room
What: Breq tries earnestly to do her job
Warnings: n/a
[The Ingress. Massive, cosmically powerful, broken.
That’s everything that Breq knows about it, and yet somehow she’d been handed the job of Ingress Supervisor. Whatever that entailed. It’s not the first time in her life she’d had a job she wasn’t wholly qualified or familiar with. During her first year of living as a human, there were a lot of off jobs she’d taken that certainly weren’t in her normal skillset.
But this was different.
Entering the room that housed the giant machine, all gleaming metal, the gently thrumming of smoothly working machinery, the engines of ship whirring in the background...she almost feels at home. Something about this space reminds her own engine. Or rather, Justice of Toren’s engine, back when she’d still been Justice of Toren and not just Breq.
Over the course of the next week or so, Breq will spend a good deal of time in the Ingress room, familiarizing herself with the space, examining the computers, and trying to glean some understanding from them. In between that she’ll be intermittently running maintenance checks on the equipment as best she can, making sure things look the way they are supposed to to the best of her knowledge. She’ll often be found bent over some precarious piece of the equipment or half underneath some console, fastidiously cleaning the places that are most often ignored.
No matter when you come in, she’ll undoubtedly being singing (and not all that well) or humming to herself.]
(OOC note: Feel free to come in at anytime and assume Breq is doing whatever works best for you! If you’d like a specific starter or want to do something particular, feel free to hit me up!)
When: Jan 01-Jan 07 (or so)
Where: Ingress Room
What: Breq tries earnestly to do her job
Warnings: n/a
[The Ingress. Massive, cosmically powerful, broken.
That’s everything that Breq knows about it, and yet somehow she’d been handed the job of Ingress Supervisor. Whatever that entailed. It’s not the first time in her life she’d had a job she wasn’t wholly qualified or familiar with. During her first year of living as a human, there were a lot of off jobs she’d taken that certainly weren’t in her normal skillset.
But this was different.
Entering the room that housed the giant machine, all gleaming metal, the gently thrumming of smoothly working machinery, the engines of ship whirring in the background...she almost feels at home. Something about this space reminds her own engine. Or rather, Justice of Toren’s engine, back when she’d still been Justice of Toren and not just Breq.
Over the course of the next week or so, Breq will spend a good deal of time in the Ingress room, familiarizing herself with the space, examining the computers, and trying to glean some understanding from them. In between that she’ll be intermittently running maintenance checks on the equipment as best she can, making sure things look the way they are supposed to to the best of her knowledge. She’ll often be found bent over some precarious piece of the equipment or half underneath some console, fastidiously cleaning the places that are most often ignored.
No matter when you come in, she’ll undoubtedly being singing (and not all that well) or humming to herself.]
(OOC note: Feel free to come in at anytime and assume Breq is doing whatever works best for you! If you’d like a specific starter or want to do something particular, feel free to hit me up!)
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[She cranes her neck, looking at some of the glimmering machinery. It's impressive, she has to admit.]
I'm told there might be something wrong with the machine. And even still...some doors only open one way.
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[He takes a step into the room, shaking his head. He's not making sense, it's not what he means. Obviously this machine is extraordinary, complex, beyond anything he could ever understand, but it was still created, someone made it.]
Someone somewhere built this, um, and it's on this ship, other places, too. Why would they put it everywhere if you could only go through and not back?
[It's all speculation, he doesn't really know.]
If it could do it once, it could do it again, couldn't it?
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[She fixes him with a small smile. She was really only arguing semantics. It was very probable that these machines were meant to be two way doors. Although you really couldn't say...least of all anything built by aliens, who might think differently or have entirely different means of existence that made something like a two-way door absurd.]
If not this, we'll find some other way.
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[Danny had no idea, not really, it was all speculation, but he'd met some of the smartest people here, he had faith that somehow it would all work out, that they'd get to go home.]
My name's Danny, forgot to mention that.
no subject
[She gives him a friendly nod of acknowledgment, unsure exactly what the introductory customs here are, or of his own culture.]
What is it that you do aboard this ship, if you don't mind my asking?
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[Was a really fancy title for someone whose main job was just to keep track of stuff. It was exactly the same job he'd done before, back home, though this felt a bit more special than factory worker.]
I, haven't really been doing it as much as I'm supposed to, but I'm adjusting.
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[She says it in a stern tone, all military, but there's a hint of a smile to show that she's joking...at least to an extent.]