starlogs | in a world you've grown

WHO: Agent Carolina + OPEN (+ state-named castmates)
WHERE: various
WHEN: Jan 5-9 or so?
WHAT: get adjusted + making friends
WARNINGS: n/a for now

a | check out the new training room fixture

[ in terms of familiarity, she'll take what she can get. the training areas are a damn good place to feel at home on a strange ship, so she's going to wind up a regular within her first few days.

there's a lot of time in the rooms set up for martial arts training, beating the shit out of a punching bag or pushing herself through drills. there's even more time on a treadmill, eyes ahead and focused on just keeping herself moving so this feels less strange unless someone takes up a space somewhere around her, when she'll give them a nod. if you're here two days in a row at the same time she is, she might comment on it. if you look like you know what you're doing with any particular skillset... well, she's probably going to comment on that, too. ]

b | being a loner in the atrium

[ it's been so long since carolina really had to be social. chorus doesn't count, being a warzone and all, so there was never anything as bustling as the common areas of this ship there. and besides, a war zone means never having to bother being out of her armour, but it's too weird to wear it here and so she isn't, but then she just kind of winds up feeling naked. there's no way to not feel weird about being here.

the shopping centre reminds her of having a life back before project freelancer went to shit. the residential areas remind her of the mother of invention. she can't live at the gym and her new job. so she's here, looking terribly awkward as she wanders the atrium, eventually finding a place to sit next to a pond and dip her hand into the water. if she looks like she can't quite remember how to enjoy a scene like this... well, it's because she can't. ]

c | she leaves wash alone for like ten minutes and this happens [ closed ]

[ at first it's just the this feels like the moi sensation that has her thinking that the man down the hall, a leash around an uncooperative cat, is someone she knows. surely, surely, wash isn't here and trying to walk a cat. but then he talks to the cat and oh god, it is him. on one hand, it isn't entirely out of the question that if she were dragged here, he would be too - they'd been fighting together back on chorus, along with the local armies - but on the other: really? ]

Washington. [ it's the explain command tone, coming from behind him, carolina's arms folded across her chest. it's not meant to question his presence here, just the cat. ]

d | fun police wildcard

[ maybe you're running in a potentially dangerous public area. maybe you're messing up a store's front display. maybe you're just being loud outside her room when she's trying to sleep and it's really getting to her. regardless of circumstance, you're suddenly getting a hand on your shoulder or a glare-down by a scary-looking redhead. ]

You need to stop.

[ or! if you're lucky, carolina's just lecturing someone else. hopefully she doesn't make that one npc cry in front of you. could be awkward. ]

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[ really guys, in the goddamn park?

carolina is unbelievably done with their shit before the conversation even properly starts, dropping her hands to her sides once she has both of them looking at her. of course, then the woman past them with the dismantled gun catches her attention and makes the moment if not better, then more bearable. she meets the stranger's eyes long enough to give a nod - it's acknowledged, but she's got this for now. ]

Look, boys, I don't care what you took from one another or why you're not giving it back, but you can't keep causing a scene like this. [ 'and why not, bitch? ] Because if you don't stop, I'm going to make you stand here and tell me your life stories so I can leave a formal report with Security. You're going to be in trouble. Also, because I said so.

[ neither of those are good answers, apparently, because there's loud protest from one asshole and the other steps in to give carolina a shove, which turns out to be a terrible mistake for him. by the time he has both hands on her chest to push, she's lashing out to hit him in the shoulder, ducking just enough that she can sweep his legs out from under him with her own. he lands on his side with a thud and carolina, casually as anything, uses her boot to nudge him onto his stomach before resting it in the middle of his back. she's not putting any actual weight on him, just... encouraging him to stay down there.

while both of the men are too stunned to respond, carolina sighs, attention turning back to her new friend in the middle of gun maintenance. ]

Ma'am, I know you overheard that. Was I not being clear?

[ People can argue if they want to. Shaw understands anger, after all. It's one of the few emotions she has an abundance of. It makes her good at her job. (Her old job, not the new one). But yelling in close proximity to her when she's trying to concentrate on something just can't be happening. Turns out she's not the only one who's displeased by the fight. Shaw stands back and lets the woman do her thing. She seems highly capable.

While the shenanigans are happening, Shaw takes a moment to reassemble her gun. It was clean already anyway. She hasn't fired it since the last cleaning. She glances up when the woman speaks. ]

I thought so. But we are in outer space. They might not get your nuances.

[ She slides the magazine back into place with a click. Maybe that's a nuance that even an alien idiot can understand. ]

Damn. Usually I pride myself on being easily understood. [ the tone is almost casual, but her voice hardens again when she addresses the man looking uncertainly between her and his associate on the ground. ]

Let's try again. You promise to each pick a direction and walk it off or you give your names and I throw your loud-mouthed asses in the pond over there.

[ tension builds for a moment- then snaps when carolina makes a show of bringing her hands up to crack her knuckles, staring down the asshole still on his feet as she rolls her wrist in what's clearly a well-practiced preparation for a fight. with a 'fuck that', he's gone and carolina steps back to let the one on the floor up, too. he scrambles to his feet, only pausing long enough to call her crazy (as if this might be something she's never heard before, which she absolutely has) before leaving. in the other direction. she likes when people do as they're told. ]

[ She calmly explains the consequences for their continued stupidity, and somehow she gets through to them. The woman has patience. A lot more than Shaw would have, anyway. She won't need to shoot her gun today after all. Or even pistol whip anyone. She almost looks disappointed as she holsters her gun. ]

What do you know. Some languages are universal.

[ Guns, cracking knuckles ... It's good to have that basic understanding. ]

You new around here?

[ there's a moment where carolina's still watching the second one go, but then her attention's back to her gun-wielding audience with nod and a half-smile. ]

Yeah, it's my first week.

[ and she clearly hasn't been shy about making herself at home, certainly not with a job like her assigned one with the fun police, working alongside security and generally keeping order. it suits her, her friend's smug jokes about her being a good fit for being against fun aside. ]

[ Hey, you might as well embrace it while you're here. From the looks of things, you might be here for a while. No point in trying to keep a low profile if it's not in your style.

It's not really in Shaw's either, but people will probably get upset if she shot things. It might be as big as a city around here, but you never know what a stray bullet might hit.

Shaw grins in response. ]

You're fitting right in already, I can tell.

You learn to adapt. [ it's something carolina's had to do to survive, so it's second nature now. the eluvio isn't even the weirdest thing she's had to adapt to. she adds a little gesture in the direction one of the men headed off in. ]

And the universe must think that people being stupid assholes is a constant I need in order to feel at home.

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