24th April 2025, 10:11 AM
(this ones gonna be a little experimental i'll have Bea ask a question and put in brackets under it the space where saimon would respond. i already know what job shes gonna take so his responses wouldnt change her mind)
As Saimon talks Bea leans back and rests her leg on her other knee.
"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,
"It's Bee-uh" she raises an eyebrow at him, clearly confused why that was even a question. Up until now everyone had said her name correctly.
"Anyways..." Saimon trails off 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."
Looking at the paper Bea's eyes are drawn to the security position seeing as it's crossed out. She taps the pen against the paper on the position trying to indicate it even though Saimon can't actually see what she's tapping.
"This security position." She stops tapping and looks up at Saimon "What's the deal with that, not available?"
[Saimon's response]
Bea hums agreeably accepting the explanation, she holds the pen over the Cargo Technician box before remembering something.
"Say, where'd that Sonny kid end up." she pauses "Scratch that I've got a better question." she rests the clipboard on her legs.
"What in the ever-living **** is going on?!" her composure finally slipping "I mean where the hell are we? Why can't I remember anything before this? Was there even a before?!" Her voice raising with each question practically screaming at the man behind the window. Her eyes have grown wide with fear and anger.
She stands up, the clipboard falling and clattering against the floor, she begins to pace the small room shoving her hands in her hair forcing some strands to be pulled out of the braid. Now with messy hair and crazed eyes she truly matched her inner emotions on the outside. As she paces her face grows wet from either sweat or tears, most likely both.
Almost as quickly as it started she suddenly freezes in place facing a corner. She crouches down doing something to calm herself down that Saimon can't see. After a minute and some change she stands back up and wipes her face before turn back around stooping down to pick the clip board and pen back up marking a quick X on Cargo Technician with maybe too much force. She tosses the clipboard back on the win-desk making intense eye contact with Saimon.
Bea walks up to the exit door which will not open seeing as at some point in her freak out Saimon remotely locked the door (feel free to change this reason i figured since she was clearly having some sort of mental breakdown he wouldnt want her to be able to just run) She turns to look at him again her eyes widened slightly with anger. She turns away and looks down with a sigh before sitting back down making a gesture with her hand basically saying "Ok get it over with"
As Saimon talks Bea leans back and rests her leg on her other knee.
"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,
"It's Bee-uh" she raises an eyebrow at him, clearly confused why that was even a question. Up until now everyone had said her name correctly.
"Anyways..." Saimon trails off 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."
Looking at the paper Bea's eyes are drawn to the security position seeing as it's crossed out. She taps the pen against the paper on the position trying to indicate it even though Saimon can't actually see what she's tapping.
"This security position." She stops tapping and looks up at Saimon "What's the deal with that, not available?"
[Saimon's response]
Bea hums agreeably accepting the explanation, she holds the pen over the Cargo Technician box before remembering something.
"Say, where'd that Sonny kid end up." she pauses "Scratch that I've got a better question." she rests the clipboard on her legs.
"What in the ever-living **** is going on?!" her composure finally slipping "I mean where the hell are we? Why can't I remember anything before this? Was there even a before?!" Her voice raising with each question practically screaming at the man behind the window. Her eyes have grown wide with fear and anger.
She stands up, the clipboard falling and clattering against the floor, she begins to pace the small room shoving her hands in her hair forcing some strands to be pulled out of the braid. Now with messy hair and crazed eyes she truly matched her inner emotions on the outside. As she paces her face grows wet from either sweat or tears, most likely both.
Almost as quickly as it started she suddenly freezes in place facing a corner. She crouches down doing something to calm herself down that Saimon can't see. After a minute and some change she stands back up and wipes her face before turn back around stooping down to pick the clip board and pen back up marking a quick X on Cargo Technician with maybe too much force. She tosses the clipboard back on the win-desk making intense eye contact with Saimon.
Bea walks up to the exit door which will not open seeing as at some point in her freak out Saimon remotely locked the door (feel free to change this reason i figured since she was clearly having some sort of mental breakdown he wouldnt want her to be able to just run) She turns to look at him again her eyes widened slightly with anger. She turns away and looks down with a sigh before sitting back down making a gesture with her hand basically saying "Ok get it over with"
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