Evie (inexpert) wrote in commandhq, @ 2018-01-21 11:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~buckley kirby, ~evie bowen |
Who: Evie and open that persistent fire alarm breaker (Buck)
What: Skipping the party
When: Saturday, 6:00pm
Where: Hologym
Rating: Low?
The reasoning for the party seemed to have shifted a bit, but Evie distinctly remembered it being pitched as a celebration of a successful mission--her rescue--and it just didn't sit right with her. No matter what Beau might have said about it not being her fault, Evie still felt guilty and sick about the result of that mission. If she'd had to choose between him losing a limb and her being stuck in that Saudi facility indefinitely, she would have chosen the latter.
And that wasn't the only thing bugging her about it. The physical wounds may have healed, but she was still recovering from the mental and emotional ones. It had, hands down, been the worst ordeal so far in her life, something that wasn't easily shaken off in a month. She tried to hide it and keep it to herself and put up a brave front, but when she was alone or thought she was alone, she let it all out. Right now, everyone was supposed to be at the party. Why wouldn't they be? Free food and booze. So she thought it was a prime time to let out some frustration with a hammer and the hologym.
It wasn't in the shape she wanted it to be. Due to the nature of the facility, it took all kinds of damage, and frequently. Repairing it so that it was in smooth running shape was a satisfying hobby for her. She wasn't the only one who handled the programming, but they couldn't all do the physical repairs. Evie liked to claim dibs on those. She had plans to work on some new security features for the base, if they would let her; she knew that they had gotten in her head during interrogation, and that they'd have info she didn't want them to have. It made her a little paranoid. What if they attacked Limbo as retribution? They weren't safe enough.
Evie was in the midst of hammering one of the many panels that made the hologym work. It was badly dented, so she had pulled it down to force it back into shape. Normally when she was working, she went into almost a trance of concentration; but there were so many thoughts swirling around that she pulled herself out of it, just in time to realize that she had gotten so emotional that her motions had become reckless. Next thing she knew, she heard footsteps in the room with her and the hammer was flying out of her hand backwards, in the direction of that person. "Sh--look out!" she called out, wincing as she feared an impact.