[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Killing Time [Open - Starfall, Petrichor]
Dec 3, 2021 2:45:52 GMT -5
Post by Petrichor on Dec 3, 2021 2:45:52 GMT -5
Week 3 | Day 6 | Morning
Location: Nevada
Petra finished adjusting her meager, yet slowly growing rock collection for the fifteenth time that morning. She had been shifting the pieces around, turning them this way and that, brushing non-existent dust from them until they sat just the way she liked them on one of the shelves in her berthroom. Only, she liked all of the positions she had rotated through - she was just bored and restless, fidgeting until something better to do came up. She had even looked into the rules for the human game of basketball Nathan had mentioned to her earlier. It seemed like an interesting, if slightly complex, game. One that she wouldn’t be playing anytime soon. At least, not until she felt comfortable enough to put herself out there and make enough friends to actually set up a game with the others at Omega.
A drive sounded really nice too. Ever since she had gone out with Bee and then Nathan, she just couldn’t keep her mind off of the next time she’d get to leave the Base. Granted, there was still very much the threat of MECH looming over their helms, so it was less than ideal to go by herself.
She glanced back at the shelf.
A servo reached out and spun a piece of red chert ninety degrees.
“This is stupid. Just send out a general message and see if anyone wants to stretch their peds with you, Petra, you silly femme.”
Pulling the chair out from her desk, she sat and quickly pulled up an empty text file on her data pad. Her digits hovered over the keys momentarily, second-guessing her conviction.
What if everyone’s busy? I don’t want to be annoying…
Primus - it’s just a message! What’s the worst that’ll happen? They say ‘no thanks’ or ignore it. At least then you’ll know and can come up with a better idea to occupy your time.
Before she could get cold peds again, Petrichor typed out a casual inquiry for anyone who had their messaging program open.
:: “Hey, all.
Anyone interested in going out for a drive? I could do with some fresh air.
-Petrichor” ::
She copied the text over (because typing a message through the actual messaging system first was just asking to be sent with grammatical errors or to an incorrect recipient) and pasted it onto an informal messaging program (so as not to muddy up any of the important communications on the formal system) and set the recipient to ‘All’.
“Okay. Here we go.”
As soon as she hit send, Petra’s anxiety sky-rocketed. What had she done? Everyone at base was going to see that. They’d probably think she was being a whiny sparkling. Or judging her on how she could be better serving her time. She could be - no, she should be doing much more productive things than ‘going out for a drive’. Standing, she unconsciously pulled out the piece of tetrinite she always kept on her and began fiddling with it while pacing around the room, going from her desk to the wall by her door and back. All the while continuing to mentally berate herself.
Location: Nevada
Petra finished adjusting her meager, yet slowly growing rock collection for the fifteenth time that morning. She had been shifting the pieces around, turning them this way and that, brushing non-existent dust from them until they sat just the way she liked them on one of the shelves in her berthroom. Only, she liked all of the positions she had rotated through - she was just bored and restless, fidgeting until something better to do came up. She had even looked into the rules for the human game of basketball Nathan had mentioned to her earlier. It seemed like an interesting, if slightly complex, game. One that she wouldn’t be playing anytime soon. At least, not until she felt comfortable enough to put herself out there and make enough friends to actually set up a game with the others at Omega.
A drive sounded really nice too. Ever since she had gone out with Bee and then Nathan, she just couldn’t keep her mind off of the next time she’d get to leave the Base. Granted, there was still very much the threat of MECH looming over their helms, so it was less than ideal to go by herself.
She glanced back at the shelf.
A servo reached out and spun a piece of red chert ninety degrees.
“This is stupid. Just send out a general message and see if anyone wants to stretch their peds with you, Petra, you silly femme.”
Pulling the chair out from her desk, she sat and quickly pulled up an empty text file on her data pad. Her digits hovered over the keys momentarily, second-guessing her conviction.
What if everyone’s busy? I don’t want to be annoying…
Primus - it’s just a message! What’s the worst that’ll happen? They say ‘no thanks’ or ignore it. At least then you’ll know and can come up with a better idea to occupy your time.
Before she could get cold peds again, Petrichor typed out a casual inquiry for anyone who had their messaging program open.
:: “Hey, all.
Anyone interested in going out for a drive? I could do with some fresh air.
-Petrichor” ::
She copied the text over (because typing a message through the actual messaging system first was just asking to be sent with grammatical errors or to an incorrect recipient) and pasted it onto an informal messaging program (so as not to muddy up any of the important communications on the formal system) and set the recipient to ‘All’.
“Okay. Here we go.”
As soon as she hit send, Petra’s anxiety sky-rocketed. What had she done? Everyone at base was going to see that. They’d probably think she was being a whiny sparkling. Or judging her on how she could be better serving her time. She could be - no, she should be doing much more productive things than ‘going out for a drive’. Standing, she unconsciously pulled out the piece of tetrinite she always kept on her and began fiddling with it while pacing around the room, going from her desk to the wall by her door and back. All the while continuing to mentally berate herself.