[You'd think they would've disqualified her for a planetside mission, considering the leg brace, but she'd started out pretty pleased about it. Raven's glad to be back in space after going to the ground - she's always felt like she went out of her depth when she landed. Like her skills are more useful in space. But the fact is, on Eluvio, she doesn't get to do what she used to do on the Ark either, and the whole everyday life schtick got tedious about the same time she got used to being able to shower with hot water every day, her whole wardrobe was hole-free, and the junk food stopped sitting well. Raven's an active person - tedium doesn't suit her. So she'd jumped at the mission when it had been presented, played up how familiar she is with landing unaided on possibly-dangerous planets, convinced them to overlook the brace in the face of her experience, and they'd sent her down.
Now? She's kind of regretting it. Between the ion storm, the food situation, and being back on the ground with fritzing tech again, she wishes she'd stayed on the ship with its easy shopping center and showers. If nothing else, though, she's pretty good at getting by on almost zero food, and she's working on trying to make sure all their equipment works.
So when she sees one of her teammates go down, swooning from dizziness or a hallucination or nausea or whatever else is affecting them, she's hungry but she's capable of slinging an arm around their back. Supporting their weight a little on her brace.]
Hey. Take it easy, okay?
[ii. wildcard: did someone call for a mechanic?]
[She's probably going to get in trouble for it at some point, but that's then and this is now. She'd gotten a job when she arrived here, but Raven is never satisfied unless she's doing what she wants to do - being a mechanic. Building. Fixing. Thinking through problems.
A week or two hanging out in the hangar bay, and she'd figured out the lay of the land pretty quickly. A few important facts: 1) the fleet, fighters, and other ships get repairs in the hangar; 2) the repairs are carried out by mechanical robot staff; 3) the robots break down a lot. She'd also figured out it was pretty much pointless to try to set herself up as a mechanic for every ship in the fleet when the ships all come from different worlds or galaxies and they're all different. The solution? Figure out how to fix the droids.
So she hangs out in the hangar bay, leaning neatly against the wall until she hears tell-tale cursing or noises of frustration, then makes her way over there.]
Sounds like you need your repair droid fixed. I can help you with that.
[iii. un: reyes]
hey everyone. question. were you in space before you woke up here?
raven reyes // the 100
[You'd think they would've disqualified her for a planetside mission, considering the leg brace, but she'd started out pretty pleased about it. Raven's glad to be back in space after going to the ground - she's always felt like she went out of her depth when she landed. Like her skills are more useful in space. But the fact is, on Eluvio, she doesn't get to do what she used to do on the Ark either, and the whole everyday life schtick got tedious about the same time she got used to being able to shower with hot water every day, her whole wardrobe was hole-free, and the junk food stopped sitting well. Raven's an active person - tedium doesn't suit her. So she'd jumped at the mission when it had been presented, played up how familiar she is with landing unaided on possibly-dangerous planets, convinced them to overlook the brace in the face of her experience, and they'd sent her down.
Now? She's kind of regretting it. Between the ion storm, the food situation, and being back on the ground with fritzing tech again, she wishes she'd stayed on the ship with its easy shopping center and showers. If nothing else, though, she's pretty good at getting by on almost zero food, and she's working on trying to make sure all their equipment works.
So when she sees one of her teammates go down, swooning from dizziness or a hallucination or nausea or whatever else is affecting them, she's hungry but she's capable of slinging an arm around their back. Supporting their weight a little on her brace.]
Hey. Take it easy, okay?
[ii. wildcard: did someone call for a mechanic?]
[She's probably going to get in trouble for it at some point, but that's then and this is now. She'd gotten a job when she arrived here, but Raven is never satisfied unless she's doing what she wants to do - being a mechanic. Building. Fixing. Thinking through problems.
A week or two hanging out in the hangar bay, and she'd figured out the lay of the land pretty quickly. A few important facts: 1) the fleet, fighters, and other ships get repairs in the hangar; 2) the repairs are carried out by mechanical robot staff; 3) the robots break down a lot. She'd also figured out it was pretty much pointless to try to set herself up as a mechanic for every ship in the fleet when the ships all come from different worlds or galaxies and they're all different. The solution? Figure out how to fix the droids.
So she hangs out in the hangar bay, leaning neatly against the wall until she hears tell-tale cursing or noises of frustration, then makes her way over there.]
Sounds like you need your repair droid fixed. I can help you with that.
[iii. un: reyes]
hey everyone. question. were you in space before you woke up here?