[The days have run together, she finds. Mornings and afternoons indiscernible from nighttime escapades and even later midnights when she cannot find rest or slumber. Gene and the rest of the crew for the Outlaw Star have taken to their new life on Heifong remarkably well. She supposes in many ways it hasn't been different from Sentinel III. Gene and Jim always waiting for the 'big one' to come in, arguing over practicality for practicality's sake. Melfina always in the kitchen, finding that it's the safest place for her when she's not navigating the XGP. Suzuka and Aisha doing things probably the way they should have been done all along.
It's always an adventure.
Today is a rare one. Melfina having the opportunity to visit the market without escort. She doesn't feel she needs it anymore. There's nothing about her that would possibly set anyone else off and as far as she's aware, the MacDougall brothers haven't been sighted since the recent space race. Even then...
She frowns for just a moment, finding her reflection in glass. Behind it, just a colour somewhere between blue and green that makes her think.
Melfina wonders what her purpose is. Surely not just to spend life in a kitchen cooking. Where does she belong? Why are there answers for other terrans, but not for her? What makes her so different and when will she find that answer?
Maybe today is not the one she'll find out. And maybe it's not the time to be thinking about it.]
Oh— [She begins as she turns, making the slightest shoulder check.] —If I'm late, they'll go hungry.
[She doubts she can trust the rest of them to make anything. Maybe Suzuka, but she'd likely let the rest starve.]
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It's always an adventure.
Today is a rare one. Melfina having the opportunity to visit the market without escort. She doesn't feel she needs it anymore. There's nothing about her that would possibly set anyone else off and as far as she's aware, the MacDougall brothers haven't been sighted since the recent space race. Even then...
She frowns for just a moment, finding her reflection in glass. Behind it, just a colour somewhere between blue and green that makes her think.
Melfina wonders what her purpose is. Surely not just to spend life in a kitchen cooking. Where does she belong? Why are there answers for other terrans, but not for her? What makes her so different and when will she find that answer?
Maybe today is not the one she'll find out. And maybe it's not the time to be thinking about it.]
Oh— [She begins as she turns, making the slightest shoulder check.] —If I'm late, they'll go hungry.
[She doubts she can trust the rest of them to make anything. Maybe Suzuka, but she'd likely let the rest starve.]
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