23rd April 2025, 9:16 PM
I'm sure it would be fine to put it wherever. I hope I keep you interested enough that you eventually do, but no worries if you do not.
The Spaceship
Beatrix Montgomery:
Bea wipes her hand on her jumpsuit, staining it slightly. "Uh Huh." She tightens her lips in a slight scowl, "I'm Beatrix, Are you this friendly with all the amnesiacs or am I an exception," She smirks, finding some humor in George's actions up to this point.
Beatrix Montgomery:
Purposely avoiding the question of her feelings, Bea turns away from George and looks at the fountain. The running water brings her a little peace of mind, not much but it's something. She stands there for a few seconds, George beside her beginning to stir. Bea turns back to George. "Ok, so what the hell are we waiting for, let's go!" She says shifting the blame of just standing around onto George.
George:
George puts his hands in his pockets and replies, "Well, alrite. Let's move." They start a-walking down the hall, pivoting left of the first hallway. "I mostly just want to get outta botany for a while. I have some friends that want to meet up in a bit. But, about the amnesiac thing. I just want you to know that all of us started as amnesiacs here. Or at least most of us." Bea is too preoccupied with George's rambling to focus too much on any of the rooms they are passing. One room, somewhere on the way, had a blue plaque that read: LW&C + A Balancing Scales symbol. "Some of us have just been awake a bit longer than others." Just before they reach the end of the hall they take a right, then left into a win-desk. Behind that is a fat man behind a desk reading papers. George clunks the metal box he has been carrying onto the desk.
George:
"Howdy HoP Saimon. I was told this box was for the Captain," he says as the man behind the desk slides open the window.
Saimon:
"Please—no need to call me HoP, just call me Saimon." He lifts the lid on the metal box just a bit to peek inside. "Ah, yes, how foul. I'm sure the Captain will love it."
On the man's ear is a small single-ear hook headset. Bea begins to realize that George also has this headset and likely everyone she has encountered.
Saimon:
Saimon lowers a microphone from it and holds down a button on the side of the headset. "Hey there W S O I have a package addressed to the Captain for you to deliver." He releases the button and snaps his mic back into the frame where it is difficult to see. "Is that all you need from me George?" He looks up from his rolling office chair to Bea. "I don't believe we've met before, have we?"
George:
"This here is Beatrix. She has just woken up, I'm sure."
Saimon:
"Interesting." He leans back and puts his fingertips together. "This is the second one that's come. Jesika is supposed to bring them here. I wonder if she read the entire booklet. Either way, thank you for bringing her here. If you would, please come into my office." He grabs a remote from a drawer in his desk and aims it at a nearby door. The door opens, "If you would, Beatrix, please step through the airlock. I will be over shortly after I get the paperwork from my file cabinet. You, George, may leave if you'd like."
George nods and walks back from the desk.
Beatrix strides through the airlock. After passing, the airlock closes quickly. The room she's in is small. There is a chair and another win-desk. With no other choice, she seats herself in the uncomfortable-looking plain plastic chair. The greasy and thin-haired portly man takes a seat on the other side.
Saimon:
"So, considering our greeter must have gone off script at some point, I will simply say, welcome to the ship!, in case she failed to do so. As it does seem like you have been told I am the Head of Personnel. My name is Saimon Star-City. According to our records, your name is Beatrix Montgomery, nickname... Bee? How do you pronounce that exactly? Bee.. Bee-uh.. Bay?" He shifts the mass of his body around, "Anyways..." pulling out a paper from a folder and overlooking it, "According to this, you are free to take any job you want on the station. My, isn't that exciting for you? I would blow a whistle for you if I had one."
Producing another paper from under the desk, he slides a form to Bea. "If you wouldn't mind, please overlook this and fill it out," and hands Bea a pen. "And of course, I am here to answer any questions or concerns you may have. Don't be shy, I have heard everything by now."
Overlooking the form Bea can read the following.
The Form:
Initial Job Requisition Form Type 1-B.
This form is for individuals who, while they may opt to continue to be ship assistants, may benefit from choosing a specialized career early. They also have no particular pre-selected career to slot into, so must choose a job befitting their chosen affinity.
Jobs:
[_] Security Cadet [Security Department] Not available at this time
[_] Technical Assistant [Engineering Department]
[_] Research Assistant [Science Department]
[_] Medical Intern [Medical Department]
[_] Cargo Technician [Supply Department]
[_] Service Worker [Service Department]
[_] Assistant (Continue to Be)
Saimon:
"Feel free to ask about any of these jobs. I am your best friend, with plenty of time on my hands. I have absolutely nothing more important to do but paper pushing all day," he says theatrically. "Tell me, what do you want to know more about?"
He seems to be taking things along quite fast.
To be Continued
The Spaceship
Beatrix Montgomery:
Bea wipes her hand on her jumpsuit, staining it slightly. "Uh Huh." She tightens her lips in a slight scowl, "I'm Beatrix, Are you this friendly with all the amnesiacs or am I an exception," She smirks, finding some humor in George's actions up to this point.
Beatrix Montgomery:
Purposely avoiding the question of her feelings, Bea turns away from George and looks at the fountain. The running water brings her a little peace of mind, not much but it's something. She stands there for a few seconds, George beside her beginning to stir. Bea turns back to George. "Ok, so what the hell are we waiting for, let's go!" She says shifting the blame of just standing around onto George.
George:
George puts his hands in his pockets and replies, "Well, alrite. Let's move." They start a-walking down the hall, pivoting left of the first hallway. "I mostly just want to get outta botany for a while. I have some friends that want to meet up in a bit. But, about the amnesiac thing. I just want you to know that all of us started as amnesiacs here. Or at least most of us." Bea is too preoccupied with George's rambling to focus too much on any of the rooms they are passing. One room, somewhere on the way, had a blue plaque that read: LW&C + A Balancing Scales symbol. "Some of us have just been awake a bit longer than others." Just before they reach the end of the hall they take a right, then left into a win-desk. Behind that is a fat man behind a desk reading papers. George clunks the metal box he has been carrying onto the desk.
George:
"Howdy HoP Saimon. I was told this box was for the Captain," he says as the man behind the desk slides open the window.
Saimon:
"Please—no need to call me HoP, just call me Saimon." He lifts the lid on the metal box just a bit to peek inside. "Ah, yes, how foul. I'm sure the Captain will love it."
On the man's ear is a small single-ear hook headset. Bea begins to realize that George also has this headset and likely everyone she has encountered.
Saimon:
Saimon lowers a microphone from it and holds down a button on the side of the headset. "Hey there W S O I have a package addressed to the Captain for you to deliver." He releases the button and snaps his mic back into the frame where it is difficult to see. "Is that all you need from me George?" He looks up from his rolling office chair to Bea. "I don't believe we've met before, have we?"
George:
"This here is Beatrix. She has just woken up, I'm sure."
Saimon:
"Interesting." He leans back and puts his fingertips together. "This is the second one that's come. Jesika is supposed to bring them here. I wonder if she read the entire booklet. Either way, thank you for bringing her here. If you would, please come into my office." He grabs a remote from a drawer in his desk and aims it at a nearby door. The door opens, "If you would, Beatrix, please step through the airlock. I will be over shortly after I get the paperwork from my file cabinet. You, George, may leave if you'd like."
George nods and walks back from the desk.
Beatrix strides through the airlock. After passing, the airlock closes quickly. The room she's in is small. There is a chair and another win-desk. With no other choice, she seats herself in the uncomfortable-looking plain plastic chair. The greasy and thin-haired portly man takes a seat on the other side.
Saimon:
"So, considering our greeter must have gone off script at some point, I will simply say, welcome to the ship!, in case she failed to do so. As it does seem like you have been told I am the Head of Personnel. My name is Saimon Star-City. According to our records, your name is Beatrix Montgomery, nickname... Bee? How do you pronounce that exactly? Bee.. Bee-uh.. Bay?" He shifts the mass of his body around, "Anyways..." pulling out a paper from a folder and overlooking it, "According to this, you are free to take any job you want on the station. My, isn't that exciting for you? I would blow a whistle for you if I had one."
Producing another paper from under the desk, he slides a form to Bea. "If you wouldn't mind, please overlook this and fill it out," and hands Bea a pen. "And of course, I am here to answer any questions or concerns you may have. Don't be shy, I have heard everything by now."
Overlooking the form Bea can read the following.
The Form:
Initial Job Requisition Form Type 1-B.
This form is for individuals who, while they may opt to continue to be ship assistants, may benefit from choosing a specialized career early. They also have no particular pre-selected career to slot into, so must choose a job befitting their chosen affinity.
Jobs:
[_] Security Cadet [Security Department] Not available at this time
[_] Technical Assistant [Engineering Department]
[_] Research Assistant [Science Department]
[_] Medical Intern [Medical Department]
[_] Cargo Technician [Supply Department]
[_] Service Worker [Service Department]
[_] Assistant (Continue to Be)
Saimon:
"Feel free to ask about any of these jobs. I am your best friend, with plenty of time on my hands. I have absolutely nothing more important to do but paper pushing all day," he says theatrically. "Tell me, what do you want to know more about?"
He seems to be taking things along quite fast.
To be Continued
