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 doubt it. I really don't have the face-shape to pull of that short of hair.

[How did this become a conversation like this? Oh, well. She doesn't mind, to be truthful. It's been so rare through her life - once, only, that she can remember - that she's had the chance to talk like this.]

You already cut it pretty short. Is there a reason why?

[She chuckles softly, a touch of bitterness underlying the gesture. She does miss her youth when she had longer hair but she had reasons to get rid of it. Reasons that seemed to stick.]

I'm not the most girlie person here. Besides Lilith already has long and gorgeous hair. No point in trying to match her.

[It hadn't been beauty Ami had wanted. It had been notice, attention, popularity - and so, her class at school brainwashed to adore her.]

So isn't it useless worrying about it?

There's more important things to worry about, right? Any ways, let's get out of this room before we end up working again.

[A few years back, she'd be quietly protesting that they should finish the work first. Now?]

Let's go! I'm right beside you.

Alright! Let's get going~.

[She'll slip off her chair and start heading out of the lab. Of course she's not exactly sure where they should go to relax though. She's used to running off with her family. Other people were...different.]

[Ami hops lightly down from her perch on the counter. What do normal but hardworking people do for fun around this world anyway?]

[Normally she harasses her brothers or sister to kill time. Perhaps there's something else. Oh she always has a million things in her room. Normally she's a bit more hesitant to have people enter her room(she doesn't keep it the most organized of places) it does offer things to do. Away to the glory of the director's actual room.]

[Ami follows along easily, keeping a sharp eye on her surroundings that seem familiar yet new, in this dream where she is half intruder and half member.]

[And it's not long before they're outside her room. Seth, of course, has a security set-up to enter her room. After toying with it for a while the door slides open. Her room isn't exactly the cleanest. As noted by the few uniforms scattered on the floor and what might have been the start of an dress but it's not completely sewn together. Books are lining one of the walls and there's two computers that were suppose to be for more work. Turns out she often found herself designing programs and the occasional joke virus.]

After you.

[Ami can't help trying to keep a sharp eye on Seth, to note as much as she can about how to bypass the security system. Consider it habit.]

Thank you kindly.

[The habitual courtesies come naturally, but with a certain flippancy to them.]

[It's one of her personal design. Of course there's much more to it then the systems used in the rest of the colony. Never can be too careful with her things. She crosses over to her bed and flops down. It's not the most comfortable bed ever but it might as well be heaven to her.]

Browse around. I have a couple of things stashed away. [You know, girl things. Not that she particularly ever used them. She was normally face down in papers or at a console.]

I will.

[She smiles almost smugly, and pokes around at her leisure. Apparently Ami's version of making herself at home means acting as if she owns everything around her. It contrasts oddly with the courteous phrases; as if it's more to make a point than because of innate rudeness.]

You don't keep many comforts here. Shouldn't you spoil yourself a little?

I have my family here, that's really all the comfort I need.

[A lie. She would greatly enjoy the comforts of what would be a normal girl's life. That was a life that she was certain was not meant for her. Maybe on Earth a leader would live a life of luxury. On a colony it just didn't work that way.]

You don't seem like that type.

[But then, neither does Ami in some ways, now; yet Mama is still the most important to her, the relationship worth fighting for.]

Don't I? Huh. Well...I'm generally pretty content with the way things are.

Your family must be pretty special. [Look, she can still say things like that. Heh. A detached part of her gently mocks herself for it.]

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