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Isabelle 'Izzy' Shaw ([info]izzyshaw) wrote in [info]spinningcompass,
@ 2018-02-04 18:45:00
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Who: Izzy and Tom Sully
Where: The factory dorms, on a planet far far away from the Station.
What: Talking
When: A month after this, five years in the past from current game time.
Rating: TBD
Open: No
Status: In progress



Izzy stirred and opened her eyes as Tom sat down on the bed.

They'd managed to take over a niche in one corner of the dormitory, mainly because not many others wanted it and it provided a way for the family to stay together in one spot. The first few days in the dorms Izzy had kept the kids with her in one bed while Tom and Sookie had to find spaces elsewhere as there hadn't been a group of open bunks large enough. Some blatant appeals to pity and judicious trading of food rations in return for changing bunk assignments had opened up this space. This way she could put the children in the bottom bunks against the wall and take the one perpendicular so anyone coming into the niche would have to pass by her first. Even as exhausted as she was it didn't take much to wake her, which was good and bad as people came along the passageway in front of her bunk often.

Tom and Sookie had been put to work the very day they'd come into the building, it being made clear that this was not a charity house and bunks were only open to employees and their dependents. The being (she honestly wasn't sure if it was a male or female) that was clearly assigning work details that day had taken one look at her and waived her off after Tom and Sookie had been put in a group. Izzy supposed she'd looked quite a sight if it was familiar with humans. Even at not quite five months gone she'd already looked enormous, and all the little ones were clinging to her either strapped to her torso in the baby carriers or clinging to her legs.

Her husband and daughter worked long hours and when she did see them they often looked even more exhausted than she felt taking care of the four little ones mostly by herself. Little Izzy was required to go to the factory school more often than not, she didn't see her granddaughter much more than she did Tom or Sookie most days.

She blinked as she realized Tom had said something and she'd missed it, and with a grunt forced herself to sit up. Not an easy task and not getting any easier with the way her belly was taking over everything else. "I'm sorry babe, what was that? I must have fallen back asleep."


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