04; [location: Central, Hippocrates Statue Square] + [visual] storytelling
Rose is out enjoying the fantastic artificial sunlight from one of the benches near the Square's fountain. She's even gone and snagged herself some new sunglasses from one of the hatches. For being basically imprisoned by unseen aliens, this isn't half bad at all.
Though even with all the perks she'd much rather be home. She's been at Taxon for four months after all. And that's four months she hasn't heard her baby brother's voice squealing and asking for another bedtime story even though he should've been asleep three stories ago. Four months she hasn't done her job (though she doesn't really miss the paperwork). She hasn't seen her mum, Mickey, Pete, Jake, or anyone else from that Earth.
She's been trying to do a bit of her job at Taxon, though that gets boring quickly and it always ends up being another day of random exploration. And nothing else. Just seeing one Taxonite, one, would get her somewhere but they've got more stealth skills than a bunch of ninjas. At least there's something else productive she can do since Taxon was so kind to bring her whole flat over, accessories and all.
If there's one thing she's learned since she started telling little Petey all those stories it's that any experience, any random encounter or grand day of running away from aliens can make a perfect story for him to hear. Granted she tweaks things, changes names, makes the really scary murderous things less scary and murderous (at least until he's older).
And all that she's been through so far in Taxon, especially that recent bit that had her invisibly stuck to Sheppard, will make absolutely brilliant stories for Petey.
So she's perched cross-legged on the bench, fully charged laptop balanced on her legs and tablet by her side. It's on so she doesn't miss any new arrivals and because the pesky thing has a mind of its own sometimes. Might as well beat the tablet to it. She's typing away, chewing a bit on her lip in concentration.
It's something to do until something more interesting happens. Or there's people walking by she can talk to that aren't the mindless drones of the city.
[ooc; bother bother bother bother! XD]
Though even with all the perks she'd much rather be home. She's been at Taxon for four months after all. And that's four months she hasn't heard her baby brother's voice squealing and asking for another bedtime story even though he should've been asleep three stories ago. Four months she hasn't done her job (though she doesn't really miss the paperwork). She hasn't seen her mum, Mickey, Pete, Jake, or anyone else from that Earth.
She's been trying to do a bit of her job at Taxon, though that gets boring quickly and it always ends up being another day of random exploration. And nothing else. Just seeing one Taxonite, one, would get her somewhere but they've got more stealth skills than a bunch of ninjas. At least there's something else productive she can do since Taxon was so kind to bring her whole flat over, accessories and all.
If there's one thing she's learned since she started telling little Petey all those stories it's that any experience, any random encounter or grand day of running away from aliens can make a perfect story for him to hear. Granted she tweaks things, changes names, makes the really scary murderous things less scary and murderous (at least until he's older).
And all that she's been through so far in Taxon, especially that recent bit that had her invisibly stuck to Sheppard, will make absolutely brilliant stories for Petey.
So she's perched cross-legged on the bench, fully charged laptop balanced on her legs and tablet by her side. It's on so she doesn't miss any new arrivals and because the pesky thing has a mind of its own sometimes. Might as well beat the tablet to it. She's typing away, chewing a bit on her lip in concentration.
It's something to do until something more interesting happens. Or there's people walking by she can talk to that aren't the mindless drones of the city.
[ooc; bother bother bother bother! XD]