thisavrou_log | [open] Back to life, back to reality

Who: Agent Texas and OPEN
When: Anytime in the first half of December
Where: Various; see below.
What: Open log for interactions with Tex.
Warnings: None as of now

⋆ HALFWAY & THE GREENERY

Tex has finally fallen into a regular routine—the lack of one in the months since they'd arrived here had really been getting to her, so she's set up her own. She starts her days out now by taking the dog out, moving from her quarters in Halfway to the Greenery, letting Hachi get some of his energy out and so forth. The thing about the little dog, though, is that he's poorly trained, so she uses any encounters with other residents as occasions to train him to sit and behave when people are near.

He's not taking to it well.

Hachi loves to run up to people, scrabble his paws on their legs, and beg for pats or a treat. Tex has taken to refusing to let the leash out when he tries this, instructing him to sit instead, and gives him a reward when he behaves. Still, sometimes he gets ahead of her and accosts other residents of the place anyway.

"Goddammit, Hachi," she says, giving his leash a little tug. "Sorry, I'm still working with him."

⋆ THE WORKSHOPS

After returning the dog to her quarters and having a nutrition block for breakfast, Tex moves to the workshops to tinker. She's interested in getting everything in the sector up and running, whether it be something mechanical or something electronic. She's adept in working on engines, the inner workings of bots, and many other types of projects, so she tends to spend most of the morning working with tools and whatever item she's decided to fix today.

"Can you hand me that?" she asks occasionally, gesturing at a tool and speaking to whoever's nearby. It's better when everyone cooperates on the work here, rather than working on things individually.

⋆ SCHOOL DAZE

Tex has been added to the roster of adults who are interested in teaching the young people here, specifically in the areas of self-defense and survival tactics. This is the first she's really dealt with kids since her days running the school on the Moira, and it's a completely different feeling for her ever since the whole thing with the Mother happened. She'd come to a point where she'd been considering bringing up the idea of caring for their own charges with her boyfriend, whether it be via adoption or otherwise, but the disaster that the Mother had brought upon their heads changed her mind about ever bringing it up. It wasn't that it really had anything to do with her, but somehow...somehow it made a difference.

She doesn't let any of that show when she returns to teaching the kids, though. She likes being a formative influence on them, giving them the confidence it takes to be self-sufficient, but also being a shoulder to lean on when something deeper is going on in their heads.

They no longer have the school supplies she'd gathered back in the Moira days, so Tex decides to invent her own lessons, based on the skill level of each student involved. There's more involved in self-defense than just knowing how to fight, after all. Even though Tex is perfectly willing to teach those skills, for those that want to learn.

⋆ WILDCARD

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[ It's been a process, wrangling this station (or at the very least, the kids on said station) into something approaching a normalized routine. The schedule has him working near-constantly--a sentiment not all that different from back home--so overseeing other methods is not something all too typical.

He only catches the tail end of things as he passes by and decides to stop in. ]

How is everything going?

[ The room's empty now, and Tex acknowledges Charles with a nod as she stops at the side of the room to towel off her forehead and grab a drink of water. Obviously she's not as worn out as she would have been had she gotten into an actual fight, but she put her all into teaching the kids the skills they're wanting to learn, and they're proving to be very enthusiastic students. ]

Hello, Charles. It's going pretty well. I think these kids are a lot more into the idea of learning than a lot of the students on the Moira were. I spent more of my time there rounding them up for lessons than anything.

[ She caps her water and turns to face him, leaning against the counter. ]

Of course, I was doing all the lessons there. I'm grateful to have help, here.

After arriving on the station, Naomi takes it upon herself to become accustomed with it as much as she can on her own. But it's a goddamn maze of endless hallways of steel in various states of disrepair, with some corridors far too hazardous to even walk through. It also just so happens that many panels and floorboards have come loose-- she's already been clocked on the head once by one-- so making her way from point A to B occasionally means taking a different route from before. Still. In a way it is helping her become acquainted with the structure of the station, and as luck would have it, she cannot deny that it is interesting to explore. The novelty has her curious, to say the least.

Her current exploration has a purpose to it: while in the medical bay she had been testing out the bots programmed to assist with procedures. Which is amazing in terms of technology in of itself, but it comes with one caveat. Bots malfunction and shut down when their circuits do not quite click. And so, she wanders around the station to see if there may be some repair instructions somewhere that she can follow. Never would she imagine she'd come across someone who could actually do the repairing themselves.

"...Ah. Right." Naomi responds after getting over her surprise at seeing someone so casually fixing a giant engine of some sort. Although she's still wearing her white lab coat, she feels very much like a surgical assistant handing the stranger the tool in question rather than a surgeon herself. "This one, then?"

And then after she takes the tool, she goes on to ask: "What are you working on?"

[ He offers a slight shrug with a smile. Frankly, it's something he may have said in the reverse. ]

In my experience, no one handles that well alone. How did that work previously? Before we met?

[ She chuckles slightly. ]

Not that well, honestly. I didn't really believe in trying to punish them for truancy at all, so I would do incentives for showing up regularly, but most kids didn't earn them. There just wasn't much authority over them on the ship. I had the most success just letting them be creative and direct their own lessons, but even so...

[ She shakes her head. ]

Tex, herself, has very greasy hands, and is careful not to touch Naomi's.

"One of the furnace motors. There's one section in the living areas that doesn't have very consistent environmental controls. So I pulled the motor out to tinker with it."

She's not very sure messing with the engine will fix the problem, as it seems to be more an issue of the thermostats for that section, but at least she's having fun and feeling productive for once.

So she's some kind of engineer. Or at least someone who knows enough of it to try her hand at it. Still, Naomi's brows shoot up when the other woman explain what she has in her hand. "Where I come from... the notion living in outer space isn't thought of as impossible, but it certainly isn't as sophisticated as what we see here."

Like artificial gravity is completely new.

"What you have in your hands probably outdoes a good bulk of my own world's technology, even if it it's just an complex form of thermostat." There's a bit of a tired smile. "As someone who's just arrived, let me thank you in advance for making sure none of us freeze to death in the living quarters."

Tex's face relaxes and she smirks slightly. She likes being recognized for doing good work. Still, this woman doesn't know anything about how good she is at it.

"Don't thank me too soon. But you're welcome."

She sets the motor back on the workbench and nods to Naomi.

"So what are you up to? Exploring your new surroundings, or here to work?"

[ He nods. ] There is, unfortunately, a rather thin line between overt authority--or what children will understand as such--and guidance. As easy as it is to say they only want to be treated as adults, which is (for the most part) true, they cannot get there on their own. Authority isn't popular but it is necessary.

[ She nods. ]

I never found the right balance, when it was me. I'm glad to be participating again, but...I'm also glad not to be the one in charge.

[ Her eyes go distant for a moment, over his shoulder, but then she looks back at him, allowing a slight smile to break out over her face. ]

I don't suppose you mind it.

I would be a poor headmaster, had I mind to disagree with it, I think. The circumstances were very different back home, but the fundamentals are not so far removed.

It's good we have someone here with these kinds of skills. I had never even seen a child before when I'd come here. I was just thrown into being in charge of them, but...

[ She shakes her head, smiling slightly. ]

I wonder about the captains we had on that ship sometimes, I really do.

"Scavanging, really." Naomi answers cordially. "I'm looking to see if there's anyway to fix this assistant I've found in the medical bay. It doesn't come with a manual, and programming isn't quite my forte-- especially with alien technology."

And the bot does a little, pitiful twirl in their presence. It may not even be a medbot at this point. She actually has very little idea.

"I've worked a little with these, maybe I can work out the problem," Tex says. She approaches Naomi and picks the bot up. "Have you seen much of this kind of thing before, where you're from?"

"We have some surgical assistants that are machines," she begins, watching at Texas inspects the bot. "But they're not exactly mobile like this."

A beat. "Actually, I'm having trouble keeping it from following me." It could be a good thing, she supposes, to always have a med bot on hand. But it's also very, very annoying. "If there's one thing that you're able to take off their programming, I would be extremely grateful if it was the auto-follow coding."

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