onepassingnight | εїз 02

[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.]]

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I forgot you're completely useless save for witty remarks. [Now this is the part where she slides off her chair and gives him that rather typical disapproving look.]

Couldn't even bring tea. Why do I deal with you?

Because I am the only one honest enough to openly question your decisions. Every society, even our stark little colony here, needs that one voice of criticism.

[She gives a overly-dramatic sigh then picks up a few papers and shoves them into a folder. The rest? Well they don't matter anymore.] One voice of criticism that can't even bring me tea to help ease the annoyance that dealing you constantly produces.

I'm the chief of security, Seth, not your errand boy.

Although... I believe that the mess hall is still open at this hour. If you have no prior engagements [like those applications, nudge nudge], I don't think the kitchen staff would mind too much if the Director wanted to make a late-night cup of tea.

[Oh those applications that she's mostly rejected? Well she can always reject more later.]

No but they might object to the mess resulted from my throwing a pot at your head. [Joking. Mostly.] Any ways, let's get going.

I can't say that sick bay would be pleased with you, either.

[He'll take potshots all day at her, but he still tags along. That's what friends are for, right?]

[With friends like these who needs enemies?]

I'm sure everyone will manage. Besides, your head might be as thick as Abel's so there isn't any need for concern.

Actually, I've often had to struggle with calcium deficiency. If I wasn't always so careful, these poor brittle bones would snap like twigs.

[And here we go, right for the hot water dispensers. Technology that allows him to have tea water on demand is the kind of technology he can get behind. He takes two coffee mugs and fills them both, drops bag of tea in each, then hands one mug to her.]

Your tea, madame.

[She takes the mug with a grin, perhaps a little more relieved by the fact she's away from applications and work. At least temporarily.]

If your health is such a problem we could change your position to my errand boy.

Well, it would be a step above 'zombie,' wouldn't it? [Pointed look. That much sleep deprivation can't possibly be healthy.]

[He nearly makes a face at the cheap tea in his mug. He sips it anyway - there isn't much else to choose from, and he can't have liquor on-base.]

To be the errand boy of a zombie doesn't exactly sound promising...or desired for that matter.

Then you can do both of us a favour by getting some rest soon, or else every colonist here will be a slave to a zombie.

No, no. I wouldn't do that to everyone. Just you and my brothers.

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