Set Out For a Great Adventure

[aka_pistachio]

Who: Kelly Ann and OTA
When: Month of November
Where: MedBay, Gymnasium, Music Hall, and Chemistry Unit #3
What: What Kelly Ann is up to for November.
Warnings: None at this point

i. If you want somethin' don't ask for nothin'

MedBay

[ Kelly Ann is not one to sit around idly. As soon as she gets her bearings, she looks for something to do. Unfortunately, there isn't much call for teleprompter or spotlight operation on the Ingress. So she has to look for something else to occupy herself.

Thanks to Shepard's handy organizational chart she winds up in MedBay doing scut work. It's not glamorous. Or interesting. But somebody needs to do it and better her than somebody who could be doing something more vital.

Her first day, she gets there before anybody else. Intergalactic jet lag is a bitch. Mostly everything seems in working order, until she finds a supply closet that's a disaster area. She's not quite sure where to put everything yet, so she decides to start by simply tidying supplies and putting them in bins so that when the actual doctors show up and tell her where they want stuff it's easier to organize quickly.

She's focused on her work, but it's not all that involved. So when she hears somebody else enter the MedBay she notices right away.]

Oh, hey. What's up?

ii. If you want nothin' don't ask for somethin'

Gymnasium

[ It's very strange to go from living in the confines of the constantly-moving tour bus to the spacious but stationary Ingress. As time wears on, Kelly Ann starts to feel the strain of cabin fever. Or space station fever. Whatever.

For the first time since arriving she goes to the gym. Luckily, there doesn't seem to be anybody else around. Which is lucky because she's not going to be running and she's not sure if what she wants to do is even allowed.

Whatever. Skateboarding is punk, right?

Before long she's gliding around the outside of the track. It's weird. The track itself is too springy and textured to make a good surface, but the thin strip of polished concrete on the sidelines between the track on the wall is smooth enough. It's still weird to skateboard on a track. Like it's some kind of sanctioned sport.

After a few laps she starts experimenting. Simple things, as she hasn't been doing much in the way of tricks for a while. Some ollies and shuvits, just warming up. And wishing she had a curb or a railing to do something more interesting. ]

iii. Now the neighbors can dance

Music Hall (first come, first serve)

[ The fact that there even is a music hall in this place is pretty incredible. It's not as big as Kelly Ann's used to. More of a chamber music/indie band scene than an arena.

It smells the same, though.

She paces around the seats, prowls the catwalk, pokes around the wings, and checks out the fly system. It's mostly in good repair, though there's some basic maintenance that should be done. Seems a waste of time, though.

Homesickness has not been a problem until this exact moment. Standing in the middle of the stage, looking off at the wings, only work lights illuminating the space, she wipes a couple tears. She doesn't hear anybody approaching. ]

iv. When Daddy comes home you always start a fight

Chemistry, Unit #3 (Closed to Adam Jensen and Anakin Skywalker)

[ Kelly Ann isn't quite sure how the housing situation worked, but hopes it was something like the tour bus. She finds an open bunk in a room that isn't too big and seems to be mostly claimed already. She doesn't look too close at the other belongings scattered about, though it seems somebody there really likes brown bathrobes.

She sets down her duffle and starts unpacking what little she has. It's weirdly quiet, with only the air conditioning-like soft hum of the life support and the sounds of her own movements in the silence. She's used to the constant chatter and road noise and music of the road.

Humming as she goes, and drumming on the sides of her bunk with her hands, she pushes back the overwhelming lack of sound. Until she hears a step at the doorway and freezes. ]

Um, hi. So, wanna be roommates? I can find somewhere else if... if that's not ok.

Comments

Medbay

[clussy]

(Willingly putting himself in a medical situation is the last thing that Eddie Kaspbrak ever expected himself to do. He spent so much time stressing out about his mom taking him to the hospital that he forgot that sometimes places like these really could help out. Trouble was he didn't really get how any of it worked. His mom always had him sit down in a scratchy chair while she went out and filled out any of his forms.

This has lead to Eddie wandering aimlessly. It takes him longer than he would prefer (some of these places are creepy alone) but when he does finally find a room with a lady in it, he feels a bit of relief crawl its way into his chest.

Eddie sticks by the door, tucked up against it like he's not entirely sure if he's allowed in the room or not. He looks tired, to say the least, and rumpled. In one hand is an outdated as all hell looking first aid kit (from the 1950s, to be exact) and in his other, the one curled up against his chest, is his aspirator.)

Um. Hi. (He starts off, never great with adults.) My name's....Eddie Kaspbrak. Are you a doctor?

[aka_pistachio]

[ Of all the people Kelly Ann anticipated encountering today, a scared kid was not one of them. He's got the look they always had when they were new to the system. Lost and not really believing it was happening yet. Like somebody was going to come save them and take them back to their family and everything would be fine this time.

Except that never happened and it never was.

Shit. ]

Hey! I'm Kelly Ann but you can call me Pistachio. And I'm not, sorry. I'm just helping out like, keeping the place in order. You can stick around until Adrien or Lúcio or Arno get here if you want, I don't mind.

[clussy]

(Truthfully, and unfortunately, Eddie was a natural nervous wreck. He was definitely lost, and while he believed some parts here, it was more that he had literally no clue what to do with any of it. His mind wasn't wholly developed enough to open itself around the possibility of self-reliance. So here he was, trying to figure it out.

He doesn't move from his spot at the door even as the woman introduces herself seems friendly enough. His mouth does lift a bit at the corner because-.)

Pistachio? Like the nut?

(That smile is quick to fade though. He looks down at his inhaler before looking back up, his brows furrowed together.)

You're not a nurse or anything?

(She kind of looked like a nurse. But then again, Eddie had only ever met women nurses. His eyes slowly rolled across the room, curious more than anything.)

...Is this where all the medical stuff is kept?

(And he did mean all of it. He vaguely recognizes the name Lúcio, and yeah, he probably will wait. That much is obvious when he takes a step into the room, still keeping far away enough to be to himself.)

[aka_pistachio]

Yeah, like the nut. [ Or a horse, but that's a story that nobody cares about but her. ] It's a nickname.

[ She definitely said the wrong thing. Or is the wrong thing, maybe. But there's no helping that. Her own smile fades as well. ]

Nope. There aren't any nurses. You get what you get.

[ She turns back to what she was doing, which was sorting through a jumbled box of a lot of things and separating out instruments, bandage type things, and medicine. ]

Yeah, this is where all the stuff is. Why, did you need something?

[clussy]

(Now a horse would have grabbed his attention more. But that was neither here nor there.) It's a funny nickname.

(Funny in a good way, he means, not in a bully-funny way.

You get what you get. It was funny. Most adults liked sugar coating things, saying 'oh well no there's not nurses right now, but that's okay, there could be'. Not this one. It was matter of fact enough that Eddie creeped into the room further. His eyes were on the box of stuff she was sorting through, curiosity welling up.)

I have an inhaler. I was wondering if there were refills here. (He's standing right next to her suddenly.) Do you know what all this stuff is?

2

[beautifulleopard]

[The cabin fever is definitely something that most of the people in Avagi can relate to. And unfortunately enough, it doesn't get better within the time either, at least in Juri's opinion. Which is the reason she believes it to be important to maintain certain daily routines to keep herself from going mad. -- Which, of course, involves taking care of the physical shape.

She makes her way to the gym, easily one of her favorite places on whole station, with ever so loyal task bot following her like a shadow. And just like always, she first heads towards the cabinet where are training foil swords are located to. She takes out the one that had became her favorite but before she even gets to start warm up her attention is taken away by the sound of soft wheels rolling against the floor in quick speed not too far from her. Curiosity wins over the training and Juri decides to approach the sound.

What she comes across is a surprising sight: A lady, not too much older than her, doing tricks on the skateboard. Not something you see everyday, no, but there still is something distantly familiar with it. Juri watches her for a good while with a satisfied smile and after the other girl finishes a difficult looking trick she starts clapping, sword still in her hand.]

Not bad.

Re: 2

[aka_pistachio]

[ The feeling of relative freedom was enough to distract Kelly Ann from the arrival of her audience. Once she gets good and loose she starts with more complicated nollie flips and 180 flips. Still just flat on the ground as there's no curb or railing to mess around on.

She hears applause and it's surprising, but luckily she still manages to glide to a stop without falling. ]

Oh, hey. Sorry, I didn't think I'd be in the way if I was over here. Is that... a sword?

[beautifulleopard]

Ah. [For a moment it looks like the other girl isn't going to make it from her newest trick, to which Juri merely reacts with quick pause in her claps, but then she recovers just in nick of time and finishes it flawlessly.

Heh. Just like someone she knew.]

There's plenty of room. [Then her attention turns to her sword, she looks down to it and then back up - smug smile on her lips.] That it is.

[aka_pistachio]

Whoa cool. What, uh. Are you going to be doing with that? [ She glides over on her skateboard to get a closer look. But not too close. ] And uh, where. Don't want to get to close. [ She holds her hands up and laughs a bit. ]

this poor girl

[deus_machina]

[Adam steps inside without much thought to having share the other beds in the small space. He hasn't bunked with someone, ever. Moving in with girlfriends didn't count as bunking up right?

He looks first to the unmade bed with random pieces of electronics on, some various cartridges and equipment, and is glad to see nothing has been disturbed. His eyes shift behind his lenses to the other bunk which has a few items on it including some brown cloth. Finally he looks up to the girl as she begins speaking. He lifts his chin slightly, taking measure of her before he lets out a small breath.]

Hi. Yeah, sure. Not like I own the place.

But if you snore we may have to have a talk.

[He's joking, not that his expression or rough voice indicates that.]

she's tougher than she looks ; )

[aka_pistachio]

[ She's seen some odd people around the station but this guy is one of the more intimidating. At least he's not a robot or an alien. Well, at least he's mostly not a robot.

Not that Kelly Ann has any particular bias against robots or aliens but she's already been doing a lot of adjusting and sometimes it's nice to get a break and just see human faces for a little. More or less. ]

Well, I don't own it either. Obviously. [ She laughs awkwardly. ] Just don't want to step on any toes. I, um, don't know if I snore, because I've always been asleep when I would. Nobody's ever said anything to me, though. [ That is the sort of thing that people tell you when you're living on a tour bus. ] So probably not? Anyway, I'm Kelly Ann but you can call me Pistachio.

[ She holds out her hand to shake. ]

[deus_machina]

[Now he'll be craving pistachio pudding the rest of the day, thanks a lot. Adam eyes her for a few seconds longer before stepping forward and offering a black and shiny prosthetic hand for her to shake, unless she's squeamish, otherwise it'll be brief and light and harmless.

After he takes his hand back he folds his arms over his chest.]

How do you get a nickname like 'Pistachio'?

[aka_pistachio]

[ The man regards her for a moment, expressionless, which is weird. She's pretty used to weird, though, and waits for him to do anything more before she gets uncomfortable about it. When she shakes his hand, her eyes widen a little. It's warm. Like a skin hand but hard. She's curious but it seems rude to ask. ]

Oh, hah. It's kind of a long story but I'll try to give you the short version. [ She sits on her bunk. ] I'm a roadie, my last gig was with the Staton-House Band for the American leg of their world tour. And Big Phil was the tour manager. [ Until Reg found out he was defrauding Hurricane Katrina victims and Phil pulled a gun on him, but that's a rabbit hole she's not going down right now. ] Big Phil was kind of a legend, he got his start with Lynyrd Skynyrd when they were just playing honky tonks in Florida. Anyway, couple weeks ago he had a heart attack and died and I was there and he called me Pistachio. So it kind of stuck.

[ She shrugs and smiles sadly. The memory is bittersweet. Phil never knew her actual name. I may not know your name, kid. But I know exactly who you are. Phil was a hypocrite, and dangerous, but also generous and dedicated to music in a way that was so rare Kelly Ann hadn't even met many actual musicians who shared his passion. He also loved fans, and respected them. That meant something. ] It was the name of the horse he always bet on. His son told me at the memorial service.

[ She tilts her head and looks up at him. ] What should I call you?

3

[notmarieanymore]

[Rogue had heard there was a music hall, and she was determined to find it. Way back when, she'd played piano, and often times sang at Church. She'd fallen out of practice, at the Institute, except on those rare moments when she needed the comfort of her fingers splayed out against the keys.

It felt different now, leather gloves forever between her fingers and the ivory.

Still, she found that familiar longing in stomach, the blonde girl from the network having stirred her nostalgia.

Eventually, Rogue found the hall, and pushed open the doors. She'd expected to be alone, but to her surprise, a figure stood on the stage.] Hello? Sorry- I didn't mean to disturb you, if you were in the middle of something. I was just hoping that- hey, you're the girl that rapped! [Rogue smiles.]

[aka_pistachio]

[ Kelly Ann quickly wipes the last of her tears and takes a breath before turning around. ] Oh, hey! Rogue, right? That's what the little name thing on the screen said, anyway. Is that like, a last name or something?

[ She looks around and shrugs. ] No, I wasn't doing anything. Just sort of... checking things out. It's a pretty cool space, doesn't even need all that much maintenance.

[notmarieanymore]

Yeah, hey, [she waves a gloved hand in greeting.] No, it's... just my name. [She doesn't really enjoy getting into the whole way she picked that name, or why she's abandoned all of her other names.]

And you're... Kelly, was it?

[Rogue takes a few more steps down the center aisle, looking around.] Yeah, I'll say. What a weird place this is. [Coming up to the stage, she hoists herself up with remarkable agility.]

[aka_pistachio]

Right on, cool name. [ She grins. ] And yeah, Kelly Ann. But you can call me Pistachio if you want. I'm not actually much of a performer, although I like music a lot. I just do backstage tech stuff. Oh! But I found something!

[ She jogs over to stage right where the grand piano is covered with a drop cloth. She pulls it off with a flourish, and sneezes in the dust. ] I don't know how in tune it is, but it's here!

medibay

[wallride]

Hey! Kelly-ann, right?

[lúcio can only assume, as he skates in for his shift that she's the one that text him.]

You find everythin' okay?

Re: medibay

[aka_pistachio]

[ Kelly Ann smiles. ] Hey, yeah that's me. And you're Lúcio, right?

[ She looks him over. It's a lot of look but he pulls it off. ]

Cool skates. And yeah, I think so. Just trying to clear out that supply cabinet and put it all back in a better way.

[wallride]

Got it!

[welcome to the extraness of the future. specifically, blizzard's future.]

Thanks! Lemme help-- [he scoots on over-- the skates look like they're meant for ice but they work fine on metal floor.] This is one of the equipment ones, right? I haven't memorized them all yet...

[aka_pistachio]

[ Kelly Ann steps to the side a bit to give Lúcio room, though he's way more agile on the skates than she expected. ]

No, this is all from that one in the back that was kind of like... one giant junk closet, from what I could tell. I figured I'd start there because it looked like nobody had even tried with it yet.

II:

[vata]

[Where the station's seemingly empty and where it's actually empty are two entirely different things: digital camouflage means that Sombra's work remains uninterrupted— and that no one from Overwatch (pinned neatly under her thumb) decides to mark Sombra's route for a little retroactive sabotage.

Blackmail only works as long as you've got an advantage, after all.

What she doesn't expect, while working on one of the maintenance panels high in the rafters near the electrical conduits, is to hear the distant clatter of someone's skateboarding ricocheting off of just about every surface within reach. For a moment, she stops. Pulls her talons away from the terminal to lean just over the edge of the rafters like a cat sniffing out prey.

And when Kelly finally manages to land a couple of tricks without fumbling, there's a short round of applause suddenly echoing throughout the gymnasium.]

[aka_pistachio]

[ Kelly Ann skids to a stop and looks around. The place is still empty, but she feels a creepy feeling on the back of her neck. She looks into the stands, and then finally up, squinting into the fluorescent lights. ]

Um, hello?

[vata]

Hey. [Her circuitry isn't as brilliant as the lighting hanging just underneath her perch, but she's still easy enough to detect if Kelly Ann decides to squint past it: a faint flicker of neon violet.

And then, with a snap of digital code, Sombra's standing behind her instead, just a few steps off— arms neatly folded.] Nice footwork.

[aka_pistachio]

[ Kelly Ann can just make out somebody in the rafters, glowing purple? And then she's next to her. ]

Wh--shit. [ She scrambles back a bit. ] Uh, thanks? Did you... just like. Teleport?