[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Rocky Road [Closed - Nathan, Petrichor]
Sept 5, 2020 17:32:59 GMT -5
Post by Petrichor on Sept 5, 2020 17:32:59 GMT -5
Week 3 | Day 1
Everyone had relaxed a bit once Ratchet had been found and returned to base, but things still weren’t the same as before. Not that Petrichor had really much to go off of on how things actually had been before, since their CMO had disappeared only five days after her arrival. Still, it was obvious that everyone was still pretty shook up. She had wanted to help, but had limited experience with any of the team members and wasn’t familiar enough yet with the proper field protocols for this planet. Sure she had been kept busy with simple tasks around base but there was only so much she could do during the high intensity week of scrambling and searching, and now…well now everyone was all paranoid any time anyone left the base – especially when it came to newbies like herself – unless it was for some routine task that held little risk. Needless to say, Petrichor had been feeling pretty useless and being cooped up inside for longer than she liked wasn’t helping. It was making her antsy and it was starting to grate on the others, she was sure.
Petra exvented a sigh, flicking half-heartedly through various human scientific articles on her datapad. She’d already read most of the ones on this particular site. Getting in some practice at the training room would have been an option she would have considered – if she hadn’t already visited it earlier that day. She’d even settle for driving around the nearest town, Jasper, but she hadn’t gotten a holographic emitter installed into her frame yet, what with Ratchet having been missing and not wanting to take away precious time from their only remaining medic, Patch, at the time. It wasn’t something Petrichor viewed as taking priority when somebot could’ve come in at any moment needing immediate medical attention. Not to mention the windows to her alt mode weren’t tinted enough to hide the fact that no one was sitting in the driver’s seat. That particular conundrum had been an oversight on her part. She exvented again and shifted in her seated position, switching the leg she had crossed over the other. The Rec-Room was usually empty at this time of day, but it was better than being holed up in her room. She couldn’t even find the will to journal, that’s how bored she was. Her optics went over the same line of text again for what was probably the sixth time, still not taking any of it in.
“Oh for the love of – “
She exasperatedly set the datapad down on the table in front of her with a light clack, both peds coming to the floor and leaned back in her chair. Her servos scrubbed at her face before dropping limply to her lap, head still tilted up at the ceiling releasing a groan. At least in space when she had nothing to do with Kamal, there had been nothing to tempt her with adventure. Here, there was a perfectly good, ready to explore world waiting for her right outside the base walls! But she had no real reason to leave. No reasonable task or excuse to give.
Everyone had relaxed a bit once Ratchet had been found and returned to base, but things still weren’t the same as before. Not that Petrichor had really much to go off of on how things actually had been before, since their CMO had disappeared only five days after her arrival. Still, it was obvious that everyone was still pretty shook up. She had wanted to help, but had limited experience with any of the team members and wasn’t familiar enough yet with the proper field protocols for this planet. Sure she had been kept busy with simple tasks around base but there was only so much she could do during the high intensity week of scrambling and searching, and now…well now everyone was all paranoid any time anyone left the base – especially when it came to newbies like herself – unless it was for some routine task that held little risk. Needless to say, Petrichor had been feeling pretty useless and being cooped up inside for longer than she liked wasn’t helping. It was making her antsy and it was starting to grate on the others, she was sure.
Petra exvented a sigh, flicking half-heartedly through various human scientific articles on her datapad. She’d already read most of the ones on this particular site. Getting in some practice at the training room would have been an option she would have considered – if she hadn’t already visited it earlier that day. She’d even settle for driving around the nearest town, Jasper, but she hadn’t gotten a holographic emitter installed into her frame yet, what with Ratchet having been missing and not wanting to take away precious time from their only remaining medic, Patch, at the time. It wasn’t something Petrichor viewed as taking priority when somebot could’ve come in at any moment needing immediate medical attention. Not to mention the windows to her alt mode weren’t tinted enough to hide the fact that no one was sitting in the driver’s seat. That particular conundrum had been an oversight on her part. She exvented again and shifted in her seated position, switching the leg she had crossed over the other. The Rec-Room was usually empty at this time of day, but it was better than being holed up in her room. She couldn’t even find the will to journal, that’s how bored she was. Her optics went over the same line of text again for what was probably the sixth time, still not taking any of it in.
“Oh for the love of – “
She exasperatedly set the datapad down on the table in front of her with a light clack, both peds coming to the floor and leaned back in her chair. Her servos scrubbed at her face before dropping limply to her lap, head still tilted up at the ceiling releasing a groan. At least in space when she had nothing to do with Kamal, there had been nothing to tempt her with adventure. Here, there was a perfectly good, ready to explore world waiting for her right outside the base walls! But she had no real reason to leave. No reasonable task or excuse to give.