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. the telepath . ([info]yoursormine) wrote in [info]deliverance_rpg,
@ 2008-05-14 18:11:00

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alarm goes off without a sound, the silence is so loud;
Darrien Oakes had a hole in his sock.

That was, all things considered, the last thing he needed, especially since he had stepped in a rather generous snowdrift, meaning that his right foot had been completely buried long enough for his work boots to betray him. Obviously, he needed another pair; they weren’t supposed to leak. They were supposed to be completely airtight, watertight, whatever-else-tight, if only for safety reasons. At least the caps in the boots were still doing their job. Still, given the small leak that had resulted in a damp foot that he really didn’t appreciate, it probably wasn’t the best idea to wear them on site. So he had borrowed someone else’s, simple as that. Darrien hadn’t known the guy’s name, but he had seen him around a few times, and given his position and responsibilities at the site, the workman had been more than willing to ‘swap’.

Swapping boots. Huh. Not exactly something he was used to doing, but at least these ones didn’t leak. His foot was still cold and damp, but he would put up with it. There were more important things to concern himself with, and kicking up a stink about his sock was hardly going to earn him the respect of other people on site. Taking a hat and jacket from a workman closer to the entrance of the building, Darrien donned both before making his way up to the arranged floor, coming out of the checked and cleared service elevator doors when they opened. Some people preferred to use the stairs, but Darrien hadn’t made himself a career by being wary of other people’s work; he trusted the other people here, and that was a vital part of working in a team like this.

“Hey, Dar’, we thought you’d decided not to join us,” one of the men said, looking up from the blueprints he was perusing with a small team around him, individuals with various qualifications and roles that suited the group as a whole. Kenneth Raines flashed him a grin, one that the mechanical engineer didn’t return, but he did offer a crooked smile.

“Footwear issues,” he said simply, coming to a stop beside a familiar figure, one he looked down at in acknowledgement. Kenneth was discussing — of all things — random options for dinner that evening during the window Darrien had inadvertently created with his arrival, giving him the chance to greet the structural engineer beside him; “Fancy seeing you here.”


( MACKENZIE )


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[info]yoursormine
2008-05-22 12:52 pm UTC (link)
From day to day, everyone had their own little problems; whether it be footwear of something going wrong with a car. But Horizon provided them with everything, and replaced what they could when they could, so they didn’t really have any right to complain. So there was nothing stopping them from kicking up a stink, but what was the point in it? They didn’t have to pay for anything anymore, and while Darrien had, in part, gone into his field because of the monetary advantages, he was still in it for the love of the work. And besides, what was so bad about doing something you were good at in return for shelter, food and other amenities?

Of course, with the supplies being limited since the delivery hadn’t arrived, they had a few more things to moan about. But right now, Darrien was determined to focus on the building they were working on, and nothing else; he had a job to do, and he planned to do it to the best of his ability, damp foot or not.

He’d been gearing up to reply to Mackenzie when she cut herself off with a sneeze, and one of his brows lifted instead. The other engineers spared the woman a glance, and then went back to their discussion. “Getting a cold?” he asked her, hands finding his pockets while they weren’t working on anything in particular, looking down at Mackenzie beside him. Getting a cold wasn’t necessarily anything to panic about, but who knew where things could lead? Maybe the Medlab had something that could help her out. Then again, maybe not; they’d been hit by the shortage as much as anyone else had.

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[info]liquified
2008-06-09 06:16 am UTC (link)
That was very true, Horizon had pretty much saved them from destitution and had set up some semblance of an economy, if not a slightly shaky one which seemed to be struggling with the severe lack of supplies, but it was as close to normal as they were probably ever going to get. Kenzie would never dream of complaining to Horizon about anything, not even the recent supply problem, merely for the fact that she didn't want to seem ungrateful of what she's been given; a job she loved, a reasonably good flat and all the essentials around if they're needed. It all added up to something of a comfortable life compared to what she could have had.

Kenzie wiped her nose with a tissue before glancing around, muttering a quick apology before everybody went back to whatever they were talking about. She used to get embarrassed about sneezing all the time when she had a cold, but it happened so often it wasn't worth the effort anymore. "Yeah," she replied, somewhat despondently, "again." She shoved the tissue back in her pocket before continuing with a smile. "Anyway, like I was saying, you haven't missed much. We just took a quick look around the place."

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