Faith Lehane (slayer_faith) wrote in abaeterno_rpg, @ 2022-03-06 23:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, c: faith lehane, c: john connor, l: space |
RP: Faith & John
Who: Faith and John
Where: The Workshop
When: Same day as this
What: Faith drops off the busted microwave, and her and John talk.
No one was really out and about today, which Faith wasn't shocked at. Faith had liberated a bottle of whiskey from the bar at some point and taken it to her room, mainly just because she knew she'd never get to sleep without something to lull her off. Totally wasn't healthy, but she figured they had all earned a few days of having some shitty coping mechanisms before anyone should really start to be concerned. A reality was ripped to shreds and they lost two of their own. Time to come down and mourn.
She'd only used the microwave today because she'd wanted something to eat. Sure, she could hit the buffet, but cheap comfort foods were her favorites and what she was craving. She'd been microwaving what she assumed was the bus's version of a Hot Pocket when the damn thing burst into flames. She put the fire out quickly, but the microwave was toast. Luckily, someone was up and wanted to fix it.
She unplugged the flame machine and carried it off to the workshop. The door was open, so she just stuck her head in. "Hey, I come bearing gifts. Well, gifts as in a burnt out microwave, but you said you wanted a project." She even held it out in front of her like it was some kind of hard won prize. "Where should I put it?"