25th April 2025, 8:26 AM
The Spaceship
As Saimon talks, Bea leans back, and rests her leg on her other knee.
Beatrix Montgomery:
"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.
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 a box, trying to indicate it, even though Saimon can't see or understand.
Beatrix Montgomery:
"This security position." She stops tapping and looks up at Saimon, "What's the deal with that, not available?"
Saimon:
"Of course. Well, simply put, the Security personnel have not been very busy as of lately. There are very few crimes on this ship, only ever minor ones really, so really most of them are just killing time. They are bored out of their minds, Bea. Too little work is simply not a satisfying arrangement—for anyone. And boredom leads people to very, very bad places."
Beatrix Montgomery:
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 raised 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 falls off and clattering against the floor. She begins to pace the small room shoving her hands in her hair. Some strands are forced to be pulled out of the braid. With her hair messy and eyes crazed, her outside perfectly matched her inside. Her face grows wet from sweat, or tears, or a mixture of both.
Almost as quickly as it started, she freezes in place facing a corner. She crouches down, doing something to calm herself down, that Saimon can't see from his angle. After a minute, and some change, she stands back up and wipes her face. Eventually she turns back and stoops down for the clipboard and pen. She marks 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.
Before getting a response, Bea attempts the exit door... But it's locked, presumably by Saimon, during her panic attack. Hell, maybe even before that. For all she knows it might have been locked before she sat down. Her eyes widen a touch with indignation.
Beatrix Montgomery:
She sits back down with a sigh, a gesture with her hand basically saying "Ok get it over with."
Saimon:
He leans back comfortably in his seat, deciding to let the silence sink in before responding, "Well, I for one, consider this interaction a success. I would just like you to know, from friend to friend, that there have been far worse responses here. And it looks like..." He picks up the clipboard and pen quickly, before slamming the window shut. "It looks like you have successfully chosen a career! And your form has no threats, doodles, or tears present even. Although, you did poke a hole through the X on accident. Nevertheless, I have to say, I am very impressed by how you handle your emotions Beatrix. You should be proud of this quality of yours.”
Saimon:
”Of course, I will have to ask that you try your best to maintain your current emotional state. There is always a chance that, when situations arise, that security might arrive before the ship's empath can, and when that happens, things can end sourly.” He lips his chapped lips. “I wouldn't want to see anything bad happen to you—or any of my employees for that matter."
Saimon:
"Although, I guess your direct boss will be Quartermaster Jones from now on. Regarding your friend Sonny, I have good news for you, you will be seeing him a lot more. He was automatically assigned the role of Salvager. You two are coworkers it seems—though, of course all of us are coworkers, and more importantly, family."
Saimon picks up the remote from a distant table. The doorbolts unlock and the airlock flies open. Bea stands up, ready to depart.
Saimon:
"If you would, please follow the signs on the signs in the hallway that read: [SUPP]. The yellow signs. It stands for Supply. That's where Cargo is in case you were not told. They handle all of our goods and resources. The yellow is a symbol of money. You will be paid well for doing your job—of course," he winks at Bea. "Now if you wouldn't mind, please come around to my front desk. I need to change your ID for your new job."
Bea notes that Saimon did not really seem to answer much of anything regarding where we are, or what we are doing, or the amnesia. As she steps out, she sees that George, the gardener, is still there in the hallway. He seems busy talking to a dark-skinned man in an assistant's outfit. She might have passed by him earlier.
Saimon informs Bea that her ID needs to be changed, and she complies to get it done fast. He slides it into a computer that Bea cannot see, smashes keys on a keyboard, and out pops a new, updated, ID card for Bea:
The ID-Card:
Name: [Beatrix "Bea" Montgomery]
Job Title: [Cargo Technician]
Stationed: [UTSS-15]
Saimon:
As Bea tries to pick up the ID card off the desk, Saimon places his hand on top of hers. "And Bea, just so you know, I'm always here for you—quite literally, and figuratively as well. The station has many friendly crewmates out there to help you as well. Just like George over there." He shouts out cheerily, "Isn't that right George?"
George and his friend just shrug at Saimon's antics. Bea notices that those two are standing near a set of signs, one of those signs being the yellow-background [SUPP]. Saimon on the other hand, is just sitting there at his desk, anticipating Bea's move.
To be Continued
As Saimon talks, Bea leans back, and rests her leg on her other knee.
Beatrix Montgomery:
"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.
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 a box, trying to indicate it, even though Saimon can't see or understand.
Beatrix Montgomery:
"This security position." She stops tapping and looks up at Saimon, "What's the deal with that, not available?"
Saimon:
"Of course. Well, simply put, the Security personnel have not been very busy as of lately. There are very few crimes on this ship, only ever minor ones really, so really most of them are just killing time. They are bored out of their minds, Bea. Too little work is simply not a satisfying arrangement—for anyone. And boredom leads people to very, very bad places."
Beatrix Montgomery:
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 raised 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 falls off and clattering against the floor. She begins to pace the small room shoving her hands in her hair. Some strands are forced to be pulled out of the braid. With her hair messy and eyes crazed, her outside perfectly matched her inside. Her face grows wet from sweat, or tears, or a mixture of both.
Almost as quickly as it started, she freezes in place facing a corner. She crouches down, doing something to calm herself down, that Saimon can't see from his angle. After a minute, and some change, she stands back up and wipes her face. Eventually she turns back and stoops down for the clipboard and pen. She marks 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.
Before getting a response, Bea attempts the exit door... But it's locked, presumably by Saimon, during her panic attack. Hell, maybe even before that. For all she knows it might have been locked before she sat down. Her eyes widen a touch with indignation.
Beatrix Montgomery:
She sits back down with a sigh, a gesture with her hand basically saying "Ok get it over with."
Saimon:
He leans back comfortably in his seat, deciding to let the silence sink in before responding, "Well, I for one, consider this interaction a success. I would just like you to know, from friend to friend, that there have been far worse responses here. And it looks like..." He picks up the clipboard and pen quickly, before slamming the window shut. "It looks like you have successfully chosen a career! And your form has no threats, doodles, or tears present even. Although, you did poke a hole through the X on accident. Nevertheless, I have to say, I am very impressed by how you handle your emotions Beatrix. You should be proud of this quality of yours.”
Saimon:
”Of course, I will have to ask that you try your best to maintain your current emotional state. There is always a chance that, when situations arise, that security might arrive before the ship's empath can, and when that happens, things can end sourly.” He lips his chapped lips. “I wouldn't want to see anything bad happen to you—or any of my employees for that matter."
Saimon:
"Although, I guess your direct boss will be Quartermaster Jones from now on. Regarding your friend Sonny, I have good news for you, you will be seeing him a lot more. He was automatically assigned the role of Salvager. You two are coworkers it seems—though, of course all of us are coworkers, and more importantly, family."
Saimon picks up the remote from a distant table. The doorbolts unlock and the airlock flies open. Bea stands up, ready to depart.
Saimon:
"If you would, please follow the signs on the signs in the hallway that read: [SUPP]. The yellow signs. It stands for Supply. That's where Cargo is in case you were not told. They handle all of our goods and resources. The yellow is a symbol of money. You will be paid well for doing your job—of course," he winks at Bea. "Now if you wouldn't mind, please come around to my front desk. I need to change your ID for your new job."
Bea notes that Saimon did not really seem to answer much of anything regarding where we are, or what we are doing, or the amnesia. As she steps out, she sees that George, the gardener, is still there in the hallway. He seems busy talking to a dark-skinned man in an assistant's outfit. She might have passed by him earlier.
Saimon informs Bea that her ID needs to be changed, and she complies to get it done fast. He slides it into a computer that Bea cannot see, smashes keys on a keyboard, and out pops a new, updated, ID card for Bea:
The ID-Card:
Name: [Beatrix "Bea" Montgomery]
Job Title: [Cargo Technician]
Stationed: [UTSS-15]
Saimon:
As Bea tries to pick up the ID card off the desk, Saimon places his hand on top of hers. "And Bea, just so you know, I'm always here for you—quite literally, and figuratively as well. The station has many friendly crewmates out there to help you as well. Just like George over there." He shouts out cheerily, "Isn't that right George?"
George and his friend just shrug at Saimon's antics. Bea notices that those two are standing near a set of signs, one of those signs being the yellow-background [SUPP]. Saimon on the other hand, is just sitting there at his desk, anticipating Bea's move.
To be Continued
