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Post by Curra on Sept 12, 2024 0:28:09 GMT -5
Oh, she felt homesick already. Curra was a creature of habit, she supposed, spending her time in the places she liked to be. Her modest home where she could work or relax in absolute peace, her classroom at the university looking up to a room of students, the breakroom where she and her coworkers could debate how they each liked their choice of tea or coffee… and other places, surely, she just had her mind elsewhere right now.
Riding atop her rented research rover, Curra wondered if it was the homesickness, motion sickness, or something lingering in the air that already had her queasy. She and her colleagues were positive that the air in the metropolis was now completely safe for breathing, but actually being here had her doubting all that empiricism over her gut. Even in this long abandoned battlefield, cleansed of the Tuffles’ worst invention (top three at least), her nerves refused to let her be at peace. She hadn’t been back to such a place in ten long years after all, and there was no telling how truly alone she was.
Her rover slowing to a stop jostled the woman out of her paranoid daze. A look down to the display and an overly cheery ‘destination reached!’ alert reminded her to get to work. This was little more than a curiosity of hers, but any contribution to revitalization efforts was met with eager approval by the university of late. Imagine that, a professor wanting to do something and not being met with any pushback, Curra sarcastically thought to herself as she started priming her equipment.
She hopped off the rover with a small glass tube in hand, stooping down to dig into the compacted dirt and scoop some up for analysis. Did she really need all this equipment to tell it wouldn’t much hold up to farming? Gods no, but she needed a documented starting point nevertheless, dropping the filled test tube into a small port on the rover for it to accept, humming lowly as it worked its magic for the next few seconds.
“I’m so t-tired...” Curra let out a whiny sigh to the vacant air, wiping her fingers on her thankfully brown coat and treating herself to her thermos of coffee while she waited.
Riding atop her rented research rover, Curra wondered if it was the homesickness, motion sickness, or something lingering in the air that already had her queasy. She and her colleagues were positive that the air in the metropolis was now completely safe for breathing, but actually being here had her doubting all that empiricism over her gut. Even in this long abandoned battlefield, cleansed of the Tuffles’ worst invention (top three at least), her nerves refused to let her be at peace. She hadn’t been back to such a place in ten long years after all, and there was no telling how truly alone she was.
Her rover slowing to a stop jostled the woman out of her paranoid daze. A look down to the display and an overly cheery ‘destination reached!’ alert reminded her to get to work. This was little more than a curiosity of hers, but any contribution to revitalization efforts was met with eager approval by the university of late. Imagine that, a professor wanting to do something and not being met with any pushback, Curra sarcastically thought to herself as she started priming her equipment.
She hopped off the rover with a small glass tube in hand, stooping down to dig into the compacted dirt and scoop some up for analysis. Did she really need all this equipment to tell it wouldn’t much hold up to farming? Gods no, but she needed a documented starting point nevertheless, dropping the filled test tube into a small port on the rover for it to accept, humming lowly as it worked its magic for the next few seconds.
“I’m so t-tired...” Curra let out a whiny sigh to the vacant air, wiping her fingers on her thankfully brown coat and treating herself to her thermos of coffee while she waited.
Thread PL: 14,000
PL: 1,400 (Natural Limit)
Items: Battle Armour, Dyno Capsule
WC: 383
PL: 1,400 (Natural Limit)
Items: Battle Armour, Dyno Capsule
WC: 383
