24th May 2025, 1:32 PM
I was gonna say maybe they don't have underwear, but I don't wanna erase your writing.
Maybe the underwear is like built into the suits and detaches when you put it on or something.
(I'm sure the further along I go the more small oddities will pile up tbh. I feel like most writers just retcon before they publish.)
The Spaceship
Bea surveys the empty beds and chooses one near the rest of the cargo crew. She sits down, placing the notebook on her legs. She looks at it for a moment, thinking about what to do next.
She places the notebook on her bed and walks to the bathroom. Standing in front of a sink, she examines her reflection. Her face is slim with prominent cheekbones, her face is marked with wrinkles the most noticeable ones being her nasolabial fold. She has frown lines from presumed years of furrowing her brows. Her lip lines are slightly more subtle than the other wrinkles. She notices her hair is still a bit disheveled from her freak out earlier and decides to take her braid down for the night. She may put it back up tomorrow. She runs her hands through her hair for a few moments trying to de-tangle any knots that may be there.
Bea turns on the sink and washes her hands before running some water over her index finger and rubbing it against her teeth since she doesn't have a toothbrush or any toothpaste. She didn't look for those items anyway.
Returning to her bed, Bea grabs the pajamas left there. She feels the fabric. It feels more comfortable than her jumpsuit. She looks over to the changing rooms and sees the line, she sighs softly and judges the thickness of the canopy on her bed. She decides it should be opaque enough if she's quick with changing. Climbing onto the bed she starts undoing her jumpsuit, but pauses, making sure the canopy is closed, then she returns to undressing. After taking off her jumpsuit she's left in bog standard undergarments, a nondescript bra and pair of boyshorts. Not lingering, she pulls the pajamas on and tosses the jumpsuit out of the bed and onto the floor. She scoots back over the edge of the bed and opens the notebook.
Clicking the pen, she begins to write, 'Dear Diary, Today was the day to end all days as some would say'... She writes until she feels her eyelids grow heavy. Thankfully, she was basically done. She signs off with '-Beatrix' and closes the notebook, slipping it under the pillow. She pulls back the blanket and lies down and quickly drifts off.
In her dreams she sees the endless dark of space. Starlight shines on her like a spotlight as she stands upright on a single cratered space rock, no bigger than a river stone. The lava planet is in the distance. She turns around to see another view, where she can see the earth, with moving clouds and bright blue seas. Its moon orbits right next to her and scares her briefly, almost bumping into her, until she realizes that she's fine and she was overreacting. She is weightless and floating and a part of these galaxies, this universe, where she belongs, and a sense of ease blankets her. She can see the earth's sun, but it's far, far away. It's so far away that she realizes that she's cold. It's so cold. That's when she realizes she's naked. White fog obscures her view of the firmament. Various jumpsuits float before her, phasing in and out of the mists, before she reaches out and grasps one set. She covers herself with it. But before the humiliation ends, the rock she's stood upon grows in size, rumbles, and drops, causing her to fall—it is an earthquake. The top layers of rock turn to sand and she slides down onto a desert. On the horizon, massive bug-like creatures are pounding at a wall of air. The air cracks. They are trying to shatter it. She opens her eyes.
Dyani "Dai" Dancer:
"Hey—wakey wakey," she shakes Bea's shoulders back and forth. Bea is clutching onto her blanket, but she is beginning to come to. "I didn't want to wake you, but you'll miss breakfast if you stay much longer. Everyone else is already up. They say you sleep the hardest the first night after cryo. I let you get the most sleep, even more than Sonny."
Dyani "Dai" Dancer:
"The cafeteria is basically empty right now, except for Sonny eating and some people at the bar. I went to get cargo clothes for everyone, so everything you need is here at the side of your bed. Towels are in the showers, you'll see them. Oh, also I left a toiletry bag for you here on the side of your bed. It's small enough to fit in your pocket, but you can leave it here if you want. It has some personal soap, toothbrushes, toothpastes, and all that. Ship doesn't give us perfume or make-up unless we spend our personal credits on it."
Dyani "Dai" Dancer:
"Everyone else is already either at Cargo or exploring maints. Our boss is still serving time, so today we get to explore maints on our own. I'll let you get ready. After that we'll eat with Sonny. And then after that, we can start our workday. I hope you don't mind me supervising you. Boss tends to trust me the most anyways," She grins and flexes her muscles with her arms at her hips.
Behind Dai, in the distant hallway, Bea glimpses a figure watching them. It is a woman with blonde bangs. She is in a navy blue outfit—the outfit of a security officer. When this woman notices that Bea can see her, she calmly walks out of view.
To be Continued
Maybe the underwear is like built into the suits and detaches when you put it on or something.
(I'm sure the further along I go the more small oddities will pile up tbh. I feel like most writers just retcon before they publish.)
The Spaceship
Bea surveys the empty beds and chooses one near the rest of the cargo crew. She sits down, placing the notebook on her legs. She looks at it for a moment, thinking about what to do next.
She places the notebook on her bed and walks to the bathroom. Standing in front of a sink, she examines her reflection. Her face is slim with prominent cheekbones, her face is marked with wrinkles the most noticeable ones being her nasolabial fold. She has frown lines from presumed years of furrowing her brows. Her lip lines are slightly more subtle than the other wrinkles. She notices her hair is still a bit disheveled from her freak out earlier and decides to take her braid down for the night. She may put it back up tomorrow. She runs her hands through her hair for a few moments trying to de-tangle any knots that may be there.
Bea turns on the sink and washes her hands before running some water over her index finger and rubbing it against her teeth since she doesn't have a toothbrush or any toothpaste. She didn't look for those items anyway.
Returning to her bed, Bea grabs the pajamas left there. She feels the fabric. It feels more comfortable than her jumpsuit. She looks over to the changing rooms and sees the line, she sighs softly and judges the thickness of the canopy on her bed. She decides it should be opaque enough if she's quick with changing. Climbing onto the bed she starts undoing her jumpsuit, but pauses, making sure the canopy is closed, then she returns to undressing. After taking off her jumpsuit she's left in bog standard undergarments, a nondescript bra and pair of boyshorts. Not lingering, she pulls the pajamas on and tosses the jumpsuit out of the bed and onto the floor. She scoots back over the edge of the bed and opens the notebook.
Clicking the pen, she begins to write, 'Dear Diary, Today was the day to end all days as some would say'... She writes until she feels her eyelids grow heavy. Thankfully, she was basically done. She signs off with '-Beatrix' and closes the notebook, slipping it under the pillow. She pulls back the blanket and lies down and quickly drifts off.
In her dreams she sees the endless dark of space. Starlight shines on her like a spotlight as she stands upright on a single cratered space rock, no bigger than a river stone. The lava planet is in the distance. She turns around to see another view, where she can see the earth, with moving clouds and bright blue seas. Its moon orbits right next to her and scares her briefly, almost bumping into her, until she realizes that she's fine and she was overreacting. She is weightless and floating and a part of these galaxies, this universe, where she belongs, and a sense of ease blankets her. She can see the earth's sun, but it's far, far away. It's so far away that she realizes that she's cold. It's so cold. That's when she realizes she's naked. White fog obscures her view of the firmament. Various jumpsuits float before her, phasing in and out of the mists, before she reaches out and grasps one set. She covers herself with it. But before the humiliation ends, the rock she's stood upon grows in size, rumbles, and drops, causing her to fall—it is an earthquake. The top layers of rock turn to sand and she slides down onto a desert. On the horizon, massive bug-like creatures are pounding at a wall of air. The air cracks. They are trying to shatter it. She opens her eyes.
Dyani "Dai" Dancer:
"Hey—wakey wakey," she shakes Bea's shoulders back and forth. Bea is clutching onto her blanket, but she is beginning to come to. "I didn't want to wake you, but you'll miss breakfast if you stay much longer. Everyone else is already up. They say you sleep the hardest the first night after cryo. I let you get the most sleep, even more than Sonny."
Dyani "Dai" Dancer:
"The cafeteria is basically empty right now, except for Sonny eating and some people at the bar. I went to get cargo clothes for everyone, so everything you need is here at the side of your bed. Towels are in the showers, you'll see them. Oh, also I left a toiletry bag for you here on the side of your bed. It's small enough to fit in your pocket, but you can leave it here if you want. It has some personal soap, toothbrushes, toothpastes, and all that. Ship doesn't give us perfume or make-up unless we spend our personal credits on it."
Dyani "Dai" Dancer:
"Everyone else is already either at Cargo or exploring maints. Our boss is still serving time, so today we get to explore maints on our own. I'll let you get ready. After that we'll eat with Sonny. And then after that, we can start our workday. I hope you don't mind me supervising you. Boss tends to trust me the most anyways," She grins and flexes her muscles with her arms at her hips.
Behind Dai, in the distant hallway, Bea glimpses a figure watching them. It is a woman with blonde bangs. She is in a navy blue outfit—the outfit of a security officer. When this woman notices that Bea can see her, she calmly walks out of view.
To be Continued
