[OOC: I've yet to do a scene where Lark is "at work", so here goes.  If I'm doing something wrong, please let me know ( Read more... )

[At first she hadn't even noticed the box under the tree for her.  She had never really celebrated a holiday except her birthday.  Curiously, she picked up the box and opened it up, finding inside something very, very precious - something that had been a part of her for nearly half her life - her wrist-mounted computer, the Pipboy 3000!]

Pipboy!  [ ( Read more... )

[OOC: I had a lot come up around the holidays so I wasn't able to participate in anything . . . sorry for not saying anything.  I'm making a post now but if something goes against what recently happened please just let me know ( Read more... )

Sorry I hadn't gotten one up yet!  How's my RPing?  I appreciate any constructive criticisms. :)

[Lark is having a hard time.  Each day she wakes up hoping this "simulation" will be over.  There are dark bags under her eyes.  The kitchen is a mess; she has pulled open power outlets and removed wiring.  A toaster and a vacuum cleaner sit disassembled on the table, and oil is splattered across the table.  Instead of a dress she's wearing a blue ( Read more... )

[A woman who obviously finds everything around her very novel and interesting is wandering down the street - down the middle of the road as a matter of fact, until a car makes her realize what a sidewalk is for.  The trees and plants in particular seem to grab her attention as she walks along.]

[Muttering to herself]  My word, I need to get some ( Read more... )

I'm in a simulation.

Again.

Dr. Braun, when I find you, I'm not going to leave you in your iso-pod this time, I'm going to DISINTEGRATE you.

Okay, gotta keep calm.  It's just a simulation.  Hopefully the pod will take care of my bodily functions while I'm in here.

This is so weird, though, how did I get in here?  The last thing I remember . . .  Going ( Read more... )