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PostPosted: Mon Nov 24, 2014 4:37 pm 
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0545 Hrs (Local), 1st Oct

For someone who had extensive experience in operating with little to no sleep, Jessica Nguyen seemed to be having a significant amount of trouble keeping her eyes open. Her watch said that it was sometime around the arse-crack of dawn, way before any respectable person should even be considering getting out of the warm cocoon of bed. Of course she had elected to forgo that sweet embrace entirely in order to get a decent head start on her little project for the next little while, sat in a lab performing secondary observation and analysis. It wasn't exactly engaging work, reading over hastily written notes from PhDs she hadn't properly met, recreating experimental conditions and checking her results against theirs for consistency. Identify, collate, corroborate and repeat.

The most interesting parts of the last hour had been the base wide alert and watching one of the microbes on the current slide try to eat another. Confirm predatory/cannibalistic behaviour amongst specimens. After checking against Dr Jameson's notes, which was difficult at the best of times as the man could have easily been a GP, Jess heaved a sigh of defeat. It wasn't getting any easier to sit here and her patience was wearing thin, not something she would normally be experiencing. Maybe it was time to be elsewhere, somewhere that wasn't in the midst of a sterile environment. Well, "sterile". Perhaps for some food? Food was starting to sound good, especially with her guts deciding to make their case known now that her attention was suitably directed.

It took her nearly thirty minutes to pack away all the paper, notebooks, pens, pencils and associated paraphernalia that went with her job. Another five to check everything and lock up, seeing as there was no-one else around yet. Sensible people. Another two to unlock the door and go back in to retrieve her AMP shirt and button it on over her undershirt, plus one more wondering whether there was any point to locking the door given the time. She locked it anyway.

The mess hall was on level 22, right? Or was it 21? Yep, food was definitely needed, followed by a good dossing down.


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PostPosted: Mon Aug 31, 2015 9:32 am 
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0827 Hrs (Local), 1st Oct

The hallways under the bulk of Cheyenne Mountain were never spectacularly full, generally only about one-third of their actual capacity could be found using them at any one time, but now they were practically a living parody of the classic cartoon ghost town, minus the tumbleweeds. Which at this time of morning was frankly odd. Jess had just emerged from the mess, having spent considerably more time in there than she had anticipated owing to the sudden case of nap-itis she had experienced, and was planning on catching herself a lift back to her biv on level 25. Of course just as she rounded the corner to head towards the damn thing, who should leave it but the Head Wanker himself, trailing after Captain Serigliano like some kind of lost puppy. She was able to narrowly avoid the Sergeant Major's gaze as she subtly altered direction to continue in a straight line down the corridor. Anything was better than getting a shitty look from that rusty old shite-hound, especially when she was tired enough to say something she might regret later.

A short stroll later found her back at the lift, mercifully free of any overly motivated individuals, and preparing to resume her journey. That was, until the lights flickered. As a child she had been deathly afraid of the dark, a fear that was fuelled by her parent's penchant for late night horror flicks, which had left her convinced that some form of ghost or monster was going to explode from the shadows and consume her. That anxiety was long gone, but in it's place was an extreme dislike of unexpected changes in environment, such as a sudden darkening of a room. In an instant, her hand darted to the comfortable shape of... nothing. Jess swore quite vehemently, drawing some confused looks from a pair of equally surprised Airmen who had been approaching the lift as well, realising that she had left her sidearm in her room at a moment when she might have needed it. That was unacceptable.

Still grumbling, she jabbed a knuckle into the call button, settling her shoulder and head against the cold concrete that served as a wall. The moment of silence was broken soon after.

"Hey, um, do either of you see anything weird?" Jess' eyes snapped to the source of the voice, one of the Airmen who had given her such a quizzical look earlier.

"Such as?" What exactly he meant didn't really matter, but she wanted something to take her mind of her moment of weakness. The man's face scrunched as he tried to put something into words.

"The... I guess the lights. Do they seem different? More... silvery?" The man's compatriot just snorted, his derision plain. Jess looked. Anything had to be better than the dark. They did seem a little odd, almost like someone had slapped a bit of magnesium inside the casings. It wasn't usual. But it wasn't exactly out of place either.

"Yeah, I see it. Almost like..." She paused, then bit off the rest of what she was going to say. The lift arrived, tearing her away from the curiosity. Whatever it was, it wasn't important anyhow. What was important was that she had to inform the admin officer that she wouldn't be available until midday. Ah, the joys of garrison life.


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PostPosted: Mon Aug 31, 2015 5:21 pm 
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"Hold the elevator, please," called Ruth, even as she jogged along the corridor. She'd been working on a translation in her lab since finishing breakfast, and, having completed the passage that had given her a more or less sleepless night, she had headed back to the mess for another coffee. Java juice would get her through the day. The coffee sloshed out of the hole in the top of the lid on the paper cup, but she paid it no mind. She just wanted to get back to her translations, with the hope of actually ending a day being as caught up as possible.

Of course, it would never happen, but a woman could dream.

She made it to the elevator just in time, and Ruth cast a a glance askance at the other woman - she thought she was an Aussie, but couldn't be sure - who was waiting. "Up or down?" She hoped that that elevator was going up, but, if not, she'd just ride it out. The lights flickered again, then, and Ruth gave a mock shudder. "Gotta hope we don't get stuck between floors, huh?"


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PostPosted: Mon Aug 31, 2015 10:50 pm 
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"Wait, wait" shouted Caleb as he ran towards the lift at the end of the corridor, his jacket being zipped up as he did. He really shouldn't be running this late, but the damn alarm had not gone off again, he was so going to have to upgrade his phone at some point or even just invest in an actual alarm clock.

This meant one of two things that he was in a bit of trouble when he reached his destination that morning and two it just set things up for the rest of the day. He was already behind and he wasn't likely going to be able to catch up for the rest of that day, of course he could always blame his tardiness on having gotten caught up on trying to reset something for one of the techs. He was sure that was a plausible explanation he could think of something off the top of his head, yeah that's what he'd go with if he was asked, he had to stop and help someone.

Nearly reaching the lift, Caleb stopped shortly as the lights flickered, before going off momentarily and then coming back on. He was breathing hard as he looked up at said lights, like they were going to start telling him exactly what they were playing at, no answer was forth coming and although a part of him was curious as to why they did that. He was an Engineer and fixing things was kind of part of the job description, even if that wasn't necessarily his speciality, he could still offer something.

Glancing at the two women already in the lift, waiting for him no doubt, the flickering lights left his mind and he straightened up his jacket, smile firmly in place as he stepped onto the lift. He offered them both a nod, "Am sure you'll both be fine if we get stuck, you've got me to keep you company," he said cheekily.

Caleb knew it was a cheesy line, could hear Claire laughing at him even as he said it, but well old habits die hard and all that and if it was going to put people at ease then he was quite happy to play that part. "And going up, please, if you would."


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