Singularity

Archive Log: 04

Fifteen people, technically thirteen seems she already knew Karine and had met Walter, thirteen other people to meet. That seemed like an awful lot less than what Onora expected. The crew number was quite small, but the skills gathered amongst them was rather extraordinary.

"Jacob Branson," Walter moved a hand from behind his back and gestured it to the dark haired man before them. He was currently drinking from a steaming mug, he swallowed quickly and stuck his hand out. A pleasant and friendly grin appeared on his face, "He is our Captain. Daniels, Chief Terraformist." Walter waved the hand to the short haired female by his side. By the fact that they were sitting close together, and conversing quietly, Onora didn't need to be told that they were together. The shared look and the way Jacob looked at her was evident enough, along with the fact that he wrapped an arm around her when she stood by his side.

"Welcome aboard," Jacob said with a smirk, he continued to drink from his mug. A little slower this time, as to not suddenly have the feeling to spit it out from the fact that he had burned his tongue.

"That was the worst pirate impression ever," Daniels laughed quietly and Jacob just shrugged with a disbelieving look. Shaking her head, she looked back to Onora, "It's good to meet you."

"Yeah likewise, terraforming and biology, I get the feeling we'll be working closely together." Onora said, which caused a smile to appear back on Daniels face. Feeling a tap to her shoulder, she looked to Walter, "See you later!" She waved a little awkwardly, he commenced walking away with her trailing after him. "They seem nice." From the little she had exchanged with them. Only because she didn't spend much time around people, didn't mean she didn't get a sense from them. Both seemed laid back and easy to get along with.

Walter looked to her with a small nod. "You are doing well." Walter said, Onora just sent him a blank look. He could sense her hesitant disposition. She may be trying to fob it off, but she wasn't doing too well a job to hide her worry from him. He was extra sensitive, or rather hyper vigilant. He had to be to look out and after those which were around him.

Onora's look lessened and she smiled softly at him. "Eleven down, hm?"

Walter's head tilted, "Counting down will make it worse."

"What if I said it was helping me cope?"

Walter shook his head, disagreeing with her. "No, I do not think so. Or rather, I don't think that actually works."

"And you'd know, because..." Onora trailed off with an expectant expression, Walter merely frowned and stopped walking to glance down at her. "Have you personally tried it?" Walter shook his head slowly, "Exactly, so you don't know if it works or not. Because you've not tried. Come on, Walter, who's next?" Onora merely turned and started off again, this place was bigger than it looked. The common room led onto a room which was clearly more designed for relaxation and leisure, a bigger television set, with any and all gadgets possible rigged up to it; evidently to attempt to keep those within sane by giving them numerous options to waste time with. A bar, seems they were all adults they could drink unless otherwise allergic or for other purposes. Comfier and larger settees and chairs were dotted around the room, and to one side was a window which took up the majority of the wall; so the occupants could see outside. Only, outside was cruel and teasing, seems it was still light out there.

"Tennessee, and Maggie Faris, pilot and drop ship pilot." Walter looked to the pilot partners sitting to one side at a table, they seemed to be having one of many rather childish disputes; which ended in Tennessee looking smugly proud of himself, while Faris smiled and shook her head despairingly.

"The newbie!" Was Tennessee's apparent option of greeting as he shot up from his chair and rounded in on Onora. She tensed a little and smiled politely, "When they said that there was going to be someone else, I couldn't help but laugh. Do you know how many times we've heard that since being here? Six. Six times, and all the while they'd been shoved off and out. Lucky bastards." Tennessee rambled and rubbed at his stubbled jaw with an envious look towards the window. "What I wouldn't give to be out there right now." He sounded wistful, clearly talking more to himself than anyone else.