kiako

The basic comms were a mess. and a headache... and a half. But that was the sort of thing to be expected of so many different people packed into a single space in such a short amount of time. The warning of a particularly sharp-edged operator sat nicely upon his shoulder. “I just warn you don’t spend too much time there. They’re undeserving” It was only a bit funny, then, they’re both right and both wrong. A stack of reports stood tall next to his tablet - saved, signed, and submitted to the Head Officers as needed, (and slightly less tall next to the rest of the things on his desk). The kettle labeled ‘Mint Tea - Agri Dept Bed 141’ was now emptied of its contents, but the fresh herbal scent still lingered in the air. It had been a good idea. Clay had been crying and the promise of distracting work and decent company had helped. He hoped. Especially now that he was looking down at the last dozen or so evaluations begging to be completed. He couldn’t help pulling a face of utter

Doran 274 The ship's cold pallid metal hallway bathed in the artificial glow of incandescent light that cascaded both sides of the wall. It was late at this hour, and with most of the crew in their quarters, sounding fast asleep, Doran took this momentous opportunity to roam around the area, stretching his limbs after hours of delving on his seat of work and taking a moment to seize the solitude that he richly deserved. The silence was still a matter of question, for he had not gotten used to the peacefulness that emanated in the ship. For all his life, he had been in the cacophonies of noise in his childhood youth; the chaotic rabble of churning machinery of war and rabbles in the background was like a lullaby to his peripheral hearing. Despite the need to get away from his superiors and loads of paperwork now stacked on his desk, there was indeed a purpose to where Doran was heading, and, already, he could smell the unmistakable bouquet of alchemical mystery that was the R&D

(TW: graphic violence and some inappropriate innuendos.) Basil: Basil had taken a break, finally, at the behest of Hakim. He had just finished a psych evaluation with a crewmate and was visiting her office with a cup of tea, the two of them chatting briefly. She had her own appointment upcoming with someone, a last minute squeeze into her schedule and when the time arrived, she’d send Hakim off to work (Or to not, he did as he pleased) she’d set her tea aside, fluffing her hair and checking that she was neat and tidy before her next patient. In her office everything was clean and tucked away, however there were still bins upon bins and bags all full of clothes and scraps, fabric that needed to still be sorted and clothes that still needed mending. Her sewing machine, looking well used and a bit older sat at her desk, which had been rolled off to the corner of the room. Grabbing her tablet, she’d get everything ready for the evaluation. Doran: 172 After waiting behind a long

Basil: Alright, the list was steadily growing thinner… Good. Basil was getting tired of craning her neck up to look at all the tall people coming in. Why couldn’t there be more average height people coming to her for their evals? Did she simply get all the giants, or were there only giants on the ship?? Still….. Looking at the new measurements of the last person, Basil would make a purr of appreciation. Oh yes… yes she could work with these…. Soon the next person was to come in, and with a CRICK CRACK of her stretching her neck she’d wiggle her fingers. “Next please!” Koa: Koa stood nervously outside of the room where he was going to have his physical evaluation. He felt very naked standing out there without his helmet on, so he had his hood up over his head for a bit of reassurance as he waited. He had no idea what to expect, as he had never had any evaluation done on him of any kind... not since the evaluation he had as a kid to test his academic skill in Rhea. He’d

“Make sure you drop by my office in the Labs if you need anything mended! And WASH YOUR HANDS!” she’d call to the person leaving, huffing a little bit and fluffing herself. Taking her own advice she’d wash her hands and made sure to clean off her measuring tape and such, recording the measurements of the last crew member. Looking them over, she’d tap her chin, and then she’d smile a little to herself. “Mmmrrr~ Handsome numbers huu~” Basil would store those away with a smug look of accomplishment and scheming on her face before she pat her cheeks, back to her usual scowl. “Next!” Hopefully the next person wouldn’t be so tall. There seemed to be many giants on the Osprey. Unfortunately for Basil, the next person would be tall- six foot two, at that. Nikolai walks into the examination room with his arms crossed against his chest, trying to adjust to the change in temperature. As this would be a physical exam, he opted to leave his favorite sweater back in his room, and came only in