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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[She's just taking pictures!! Granted they're all rather at random, since what qualifies as news around here, and mostly she's just bored and pretending she's doing something valuable with her time.

Maybe she looks weird though, because she nearly jumps out of her skin when there's a hand on her shoulder. Mio gasps sharply and whirls around, the camera button being pushed automatically-- enjoy that flash to the face, Carolina.

But for a moment there's a wild-eyed sort of panic in Mio's eyes, before she seems to realize she's not being attacked and can calm down a little. Still, she stares for a moment, breathing heavily, before she reacts the only way she can think of: anger.]

Wh-what was that for!?

[ whatever carolina was going to start off with is lost in a little garbled noise of disgust at the flash going off in her face. and then she needs a moment to recuperate, which means instead of just looking slightly exasperated, she looks decidedly cranky.

why'd you have to make this hard mio? ]

You're making the group over there uncomfortable. I just came to ask you to shoot somewhere else.

[ and now she kinda wants to yell about the flash in her eyes but she's not going to. probably. ]

What? [Her breathing is still harsh, still trying to separate herself from old, clawing memories-- this isn't the village, she isn't being attacked, she's... disturbing the peace? Mio blinks once, twice, and takes a deep breath.

She looks around and spots the group in question, though they seem to have gone back to whatever they were doing upon seeing someone's handling the situation. Mio looks down at her camera, then to Carolina] Oh. Well-- I'm just doing my job. Or at least the one they assigned me here.

[Bitter? Her? No way.]

...Well, it's not like I really care. I'll stop. [Um.] ...Sorry. About the-- Camera. Flash. Thing. [Mio shifts awkwardly. It was instinct, okay!!]

Yeah, don't do that to people.

[ please? carolina gives her head a little shake, forcing her expression something back to something a little more neutral. she probably doesn't need to start yelling down probably-civilian teenagers over something like this. ]

But... you're a photographer?

I wasn't-- [doing that on purpose, she wants to say. It was a learned reflex at this point, but then she'd probably have to explain and she's not sure she's about that life.

Instead she just sighs and gives up--fuck it--and nods at the question.] Yeah. They gave me a job at the newspaper, which is weird enough. Who needs a newspaper here? This place is so weird.

[Who reads the newspaper?? Who cares about stuff going on on the ship!! She eyes Carolina curiously.] What do you do here?

I'm with the Fun Police. [ the dryness of her tone gives no indication as to whether that's sarcasm or not. sorry mio. ] And I guess they just want their gossip organized.

[ because god knows crews gossip. she remembers that with both fondness and irritation about the crew of the mother of invention, the ship she spent so many years on. some of the rumours her and her old team had been entertaining, at least. ]

[The corner of her mouth twitches and she stares at her for a long moment, tying to decide if that's a joke.]

...Are you serious? Is that different from real police, or is that just what they call the police force around here?

[She wants to laugh but...........]

No, we work alongside security. Less intimidation, more leeway in what we define as a threat to safety or peace.

[ not that being told she's not meant to be intimidating does much for how carolina actually comes off. she's a soldier and she looks like one, even in the generic crew uniform. ]

Hmm... [Mio trails off with a little hum, frowning thoughtfully.] I dunno, you seem pretty intimidating to me. Maybe they should've put you on actual security.

[It's...a compliment? Maybe?? Mio glances away with a frown.] That whole 'more leeway' thing is pretty...worrying.

[ carolina gives an indifferent, one-shoulder shrug. ]

All it means is that you don't have to be breaking the law for me to ask you to stop whatever destructive or distracting thing you're doing.

...That doesn't really help. [Not that she's outright saying Carolina is going to be abusing her power here, but--] I'm sure you're just fine, but that doesn't mean everyone else would be. Hope you keep an eye on your fellow fun policemen.

[She runs a hand through her hair and tilts her head] ...What's your name, anyhow? I'm Mio.

I think we're all keeping an eye on each other, don't worry. [ teams being suspicious of one another as a matter of course is something she's very familiar with. ]

Carolina. It's... nice to meet you.

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