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Set Out For a Great Adventure
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
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?
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. ]
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. ]
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.
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.
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Do it.
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That would be amazing. Thank you so much. I feel like I might actually be able to handle this, now.