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[GP/EP] Check-In Day
Why Caroline had needed her to help with Check-In Day she hadn't bothered to say. Just, "you said you'd help," and when Regina protested she wasn't good with people, "aren't you a Queen or a Mayor or something?" complete with shooing gestures. While Regina found Caroline more exasperating the terrifying, she did have a point.
So Regina suited up--literally, gathered her files and folders, coffee mug, pens and pocketed the wooden carving of Henry/Roland Robin had made for her, then headed for the cafe. If, polished and politic and patently Busy, she didn't offer newcomers the brightest or warmest smile when they arrived, it was nevertheless confident and quite possibly reassuring.
Caroline did friendly. Regina...did knowledgeable and polite. Dot and Ignis had been asked to provide finger food on catering trays. The still-grieving Miss Pryde had been tasked with samovars of tea and coffee and ice chest of soda and beer. Caroline's welcome baskets sat on the table beside Regina's for easy access. And though she didn't when she was alone in the office, Regina spent the magic to fix her eyesight so she didn't put glasses between her and new arrivals.
Madame Mayor was in.
So Regina suited up--literally, gathered her files and folders, coffee mug, pens and pocketed the wooden carving of Henry/Roland Robin had made for her, then headed for the cafe. If, polished and politic and patently Busy, she didn't offer newcomers the brightest or warmest smile when they arrived, it was nevertheless confident and quite possibly reassuring.
Caroline did friendly. Regina...did knowledgeable and polite. Dot and Ignis had been asked to provide finger food on catering trays. The still-grieving Miss Pryde had been tasked with samovars of tea and coffee and ice chest of soda and beer. Caroline's welcome baskets sat on the table beside Regina's for easy access. And though she didn't when she was alone in the office, Regina spent the magic to fix her eyesight so she didn't put glasses between her and new arrivals.
Madame Mayor was in.
Alex Kamal - Assigned threads
As I brushed your arm and walked so close to you
Then suddenly I got that old time feeling
I can't help it if I'm still in love with you.
Drinking Ganymede Gin almost immediately after coming down off the juice and a long 15G burn was probably the last thing the crew needed to do, but dammit, they needed to honor Miller. Crazy son of a bitch, but you had to admire what he did. Holden and Naomi had left first, because that wasn't at all suspicious, and Amos had vanished somewhere else, saying he had to go fix something. Like his girl needed fixing. She purred like a kitty through all that they'd put her through. She was the best girl he'd ever been with.
Singing to himself as he walked through the corridors wasn't an unusual sight. He was conducting with the bottle of gin, barely looked at where he was going, he knew the ship so well by now. He certainly didn't notice when things changed.
It was only the when he crashed to his hands and knees, narrowly avoiding smashing his bottle of gin that he realized that something was wrong. The urge to throw up was almost overwhelming, but he held onto it, barely. Amazing how surviving throwing up in your own space suit meant how desperately you tried not to throw up at other times. But it felt like someone was standing on every one of his muscles, and why the hell was it so bright out there? A part of his brain itched with the knowledge that he was on Earth, experiencing Earth gravity, but it was ignore in favor of the struggle to get back onto his feet. Sure, he looked drunk, but for once, it weren't him. "Whoa. What in the...?" He hauled himself up, squinting at the suddenly bright light. "Uh... Hoss? Naomi? Amos?" Even Prax would have been useful now, even if he was a little obsessed.
This was bad. This was real bad.
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Either way, Jack moved to offer a hand to help the man the rest of the way up, or steady him as needed. "None of the above, I'm afraid."
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Fortunately, he hadn't stopped thinking like a policeman yet, and he filed away a number of things. The man sounded American, for one, and might well have been a soldier of some kind himself; Jack recognized that scrabbling for a sidearm move. But he was clearly more scared and shocked than aggressive, so Jack kept his tone calm and body language easy. "This place is called the Madonna Inn, which is located in California. On Earth, should it matter." As, he'd heard, it sometimes did. "And I'm sorry, both to say it and be obvious, you're not where you were before." Or possibly when, as Jack knew from personal experience, but it was best to adjust to only one shock at a time.
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"Earth?" How the hell could he be on Earth without anyone noticing? It was a goddamn long way from where they had stopped following Eros to Earth, it would have taken days to get there, even at a high burn. But being on Earth... that explained at lot about how he was feeling, like something was sitting on his chest, and making it hard to breath. "No, no, no. That can't be right." Things like that didn't just happen.
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He was having a stroke. He must be. All that time spent at 15G, pushing the Roci as far as he could to try and keep up with Eros, and one of those little blood vessels had obviously popped. It had taken a while, but it had caught up with him, and he was hallucinating before dying. It was the only thing that made sense. Though he'd have through dying would have felt less real. "Nice try," he said with a wry smile. "But some things just ain't possible."
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"So, how well do you believe it?" he asked, mostly to stop the panic that was building inside him from breaking forth.
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He held his hand up. "I think I need to be a little more sober to deal with this." Or drunker. He wasn't sure which yet.
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It was likely to be unrecognizable. "Do you have coffee in the 23rd century? If not, it's supposed to be quite sobering."
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She was waiting in case anyone came out of the cafe and got lost looking for their rooms or needed help.
It was too loud inside on arrival day, too much confusion, it gave her a headache. So today she looked at the clouds.
"Not a horse," she decided.
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Curiosity got the better of him though. He'd had it explained pretty thoroughly that while they didn't know where they were, it was on Earth, and to a Martian? There was something that he'd never seen. Cautiously he made his way outside, beginning to get used to the feel of how it was different (though he knew it would never feel right), and squinting against the light as he walked out of the main building. He'd spent his whole life either living under a dome, or on board ships or stations, so open sky, and horizon going on forever was something he'd never seen. He wasn't sure how it would be, and he knew damn well that he would struggle with it, but it didn't stop him.
Staring down at the ground as he walked up, he raised his head too quickly, and the information overload of what he saw become too much, and he gasped at the sensation, quickly dropping his head again, and breathing in deeply to calm himself. Maybe too much at first, but he was determined.
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After space travel, and he was drunk.
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"Orthostawhatsit?" he asked, though sitting down seemed like a really good idea, and he did just that, feeling a little less sick as he did so. It would take a while to get used to having nothing overhead.
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"It will make you dizzy."
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"It's more that everything feels really heavy right about now." An understatement. "And the sky... well, that's a sight, admittedly."
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"You are thinking too hard." It was going to give her a headache. "Sky is for enjoying, not thinking."
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"Yeah, I do that," he admitted. One of the side effects of having isolated himself for far too long was it left him too much time to think. "Just... never seen the sky like this before." Ever. Of course it was shown in pictures, but living under domes affected the whole horizon thing.
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"But you will adjust."