εїз 02

[daha-az-tanrica.livejournal.com]

[It starts not on Earth, not even on a space station. The dusty and red surface can only hint at one thing. Mars. Thankfully no one has to walks it’s surface. Instead it’s within the safety of the colony. One of the colonies actually. Anyone is free to explore the colony. It’s rather simple. Hallways lined with windows, most of the buildings constructed like domes. A few areas for civil needs, multiple labs that are locked, viewing rooms among a few other areas. Within the largest lab Seth’s going through a stack of papers. Potential colonists as a matter of fact. And the stack of applicants is rather large. Life on Mars is more popular then a person might think. Enough to keep her from proper rest as the dark circles under her eyes might hint at. No need to worry about interrupting her work however as she pushes aside most of the papers and rests her head on the counter. Seth folds her hands behind her head and groans with frustration. Paperwork might as well be her eternal rival. But she’s not completely unaware. The fact was as Director of the Red Mars Project she was doomed to interruptions. Instead of sleeping within a dream she lifts her head and sighs.]

If there’s anything that doesn’t require my immediate attention please just…leave me a note or something. [To which case she gestures towards some free counter-space not to far away from her.]


[[ooc; So instead of ruling an Empire this consists of the Red Mars Project having been continued/restarted. Under her of course. Which also means she lacks her Empire/children. Ah well. Feel free to bother her as a member of the colony/friend/whatever you'd like.]]

Comments

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[Mars. Ami - dark hair, Asian features - recoils enough to be noticeable when she first realizes it must be - she remembers the look of the warlike planet. The nexus again? The dream world?

It doesn't matter which. It makes her... greedy. Perhaps that's the right word, she decides. It isn't quite envy, but she wants to see her planet alive and thriving once more, and a tantalizing glimpse like this makes it seem to close to possible.

She's carrying tea, it turns out. Two cups. One of these, she holds out to Seth once she makes her way to the largest lab.]

You'll be in better shape to keep working after a few minutes of rest. Shall we go ahead?

[daha-az-tanrica.livejournal.com]

[Oh tea. Her light and salvation in all difficult situations. Seth straightens up and turns towards Ami with a weary smile. Of course being worn out did do a number on her enthusiasm but tea and a break did sound much like heaven.]

I suppose. It's not as though we're expecting another batch of colonists anytime soon.

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[Ami invites herself to sit- on the edge of the counter, legs dangling over the side.]

Even if we were, they can wait five minutes.

[She takes a sip of her own tea, peering into the dark liquid.]

[daha-az-tanrica.livejournal.com]

[A true note, something to remember while she grabs her tea and takes a sip.]

If they're over-zealous, they five minute wait might be some kind of torture.

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

They're energetic. Won't that be useful?

[The tone is bland and half-mocking as always, but perhaps not quite badly meant. It's been a long time since she's thought of humans as only obstacles or energy-fodder.]

If they're going to be colonizing somewhere like Mars, you need that sort of person to work hard.

[daha-az-tanrica.livejournal.com]

Energetic and actually qualified don't fit into the same category.

[Another sip and she grabs one of the folders, contents of course being information regarding one of the possible colonizers.]

Besides people like that often don't realize what they'd be walking into. This isn't hardly a simple operation.

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[Oh. They're being serious now. Well, Ami can do serious, too, when she has to.]

That's why you're weeding them out. You still need that energy so they're willing to keep going when it gets difficult.

[maddening-gale.livejournal.com]

[Well now, this is a strange sight. Not the stark facilities, or the mysterious red planet, but Seth doing actual work. And not only doing actual work, but spending hours on it.]

My, my, it seems that a little panda has escaped its cage and taken the place of our fearless leader. How long has it last been since you took a break?

[daha-az-tanrica.livejournal.com]

[Now where was that stapler? Outside of her reach. Pity, because she would have liked to throw it at his head.]

That depends. How long has it been since you made a sarcastic or witty comment?

[maddening-gale.livejournal.com]

Nine seconds, as of... now.

[daha-az-tanrica.livejournal.com]

[Slow.clap. So not amused....well maybe a little.] I take it that's a new personal record now?

[maddening-gale.livejournal.com]

[He gives a mock bow.]

Thank you, thank you, but no, it's actually somewhat slow for me.

And you? Are you trying to beat your own record for staying up too late?

[daha-az-tanrica.livejournal.com]

No, no. If I was doing that I'd have a couple of pots of coffee around here. I'm simply tormenting myself with paperwork.

[goldenpacifist.livejournal.com]

[Sorry big brother has to poke fun at you... literally. He's poking her cheek.]

Working hard or barely working, dear leader?

[daha-az-tanrica.livejournal.com]

[Grooooaaaan. She's grabbing on his hand and giving it a squeeze.]

I think the third option, dying of work would fit.

[goldenpacifist.livejournal.com]

You could always hire some people to help.

[daha-az-tanrica.livejournal.com]

Nah. Then information gets misplaced or something get authorized that shouldn't. It seems possibly dangerous to the colony.

[goldenpacifist.livejournal.com]

Don't forget there's three more of us who can help.

[daha-az-tanrica.livejournal.com]

I know but...well...you know how I get picky sometimes.

[badbulletshield.livejournal.com]

[ Without war to fuel his temper, Abel has mellowed considerably. Where he might have barged into the laboratory unceremoniously, before, he waits quietly in the doorway, now, until he sees her head drop to the counter and hears that strange, weary greeting. ]

You won't be any good to anyone, if you wear yourself out completely. How long have you been up, Seth?

[ ...Asks the hypocrite, who still has a tendency to sleep only when he absolutely must, and keeps hours as odd as ever, otherwise. ]

[daha-az-tanrica.livejournal.com]

[Which is a pleasant and welcome change. The last thing she'd need is a raging brother. And while she normally would have more of a witty comment she's a bit too worn to come up with one.]

Longer then you. But hey, work has to get done. Better now then never, right?

[badbulletshield.livejournal.com]

Not at the expense of your health.

[ It's obvious she's pushed herself well beyond her means, if she isn't even trying to snark him out of her lab. ]

You should get some rest.

[daha-az-tanrica.livejournal.com]

[But the paperwork. Never-ending paperwork and tests to do.]

I'll be sure to do that. Later. When there's less work.

[badbulletshield.livejournal.com]

[ A sigh, as he regards her with some marked concern. ]

I don't know how you can even managed to concentrate, like that.

[ Hint, hint. He doesn't want to come right out and so boldly suggest that if she's falling asleep at the switch, there's a greater risk of error - and then even more work sorting things out. ]

[daha-az-tanrica.livejournal.com]

[Because she is stubborn. Very stubborn when it comes to her work.]

You'd be surprised how persistence can manage a lot of things.