|
|
|
|
|
nepsah rolled 1 8-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-8)
|
|
|
 Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2017 1:10 pm
 |
|
|
 |
Quote: Gamma 3A 26-50% 4: It's no easy task preparing the giant spinning barrels of concrete, and takes a small group of trolls working together to fill the equipment. A rather unlucky troll takes a topple into the vat, and you spend the next hour pulling them out and chipping off concrete from their limbs.
Api was very happy to not be on demolition crew again. They were not sure they could handle seeing any scenes similar to the one the night before. It seemed that Gamma 3A was moving into the next stage of things, which was nice enough. Maybe they would get a nice task? Or at least, one that was not totally awful. They stared at the job roster, searching for their name... ah, concrete crew. Okay. That was fine. They had plenty of partners to work with, too.
This could also give them an opportunity to listen for anything that might be useful to report back to Chiara. There really was not a lot of talking going on, though. It seemed that most of the trolls in their group were not the chatty type and they were not really sure how to start a conversation with a bunch of trolls that seemed to be older than them. Oh well... maybe tomorrow?
In the meantime they decided to focus on their work. At least until someone fell into the vat they were working on. Oh no. Ohhh no. Panicked, they helped a few others in the group pull them out. At least... at least they didn't just let the troll stay in there. Maybe it was because they were on the higher end of the spectrum. Once they were out, Apibom attempted to return to helping with the mixture, but was barred out. "Get that stuff of them will ya?" An older volunteer held out a chisel and hammer, grinning smugly.
They sighed and nodded, then took the items from the older troll before turning to start working on undoing the unfortunate one that had fallen into the vat. It was slow, boring work, and it certainly did not help that the troll in question was not being very grateful about their help at all. Despite their own growing annoyance, Api did their best to ignore the troll and kept chipping away the drying concrete.
WC: 330
Quote: Apibom is open for interaction!
|
|
|
|
|
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
nepsah rolled 1 8-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-8)
|
|
Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2017 1:26 pm
|
|
|
|
Quote: Gamma 3A 26-50% 5: You decide to take it upon yourself to serve icy cold lemonade to those working tirelessly on the site's base. After procuring a few jugs from the cafeteria, you cart around the site, handing them out. It's a win-win- they get refreshments, and you get a break!
After finishing up with chiseling the troll free from their last task, Api was in desperate need of something else to do. They quickly excused themself from the group they had been with and trotted of across the grounds to find something else to do. It seemed that it was getting pretty hot out, perhaps they could help with some refreshments! That in mind, they made their way to the cafeteria.
Thankfully it was mostly left alone when it was not meal time. They got together a couple of jugs and then set about making some fresh lemonade to pass out. Once that was put together, they piled it all onto a card, got some disposable cups, and then headed on back out to the grounds. They decided to start with the groups doing the most manual labor first. This was met with much gratitude, and made them feel a lot better about their night. Helping others was so rewarding!
Once all the lemonade was passed out, they headed back to the cafeteria to wash up the jugs before anyone got upset that they were missing. They did not need to give anyone a reason to ruin their good mood at the end of their volunteer shift.
WC: 205
Quote: Apibom is open for interaction!
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
nepsah rolled 1 8-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-8)
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2017 7:45 pm
|
|
|
|
Quote: Gamma 3A 51-75% 1: Your assistance is required screwing in bolts near the top of one of the mechanical arches. You're strapped into a safety harness- something you're most grateful for when you lose your footing and slip.
Gamma 3A seemed to be coming along nicely. Api couldn't believe the amount of progress they were all making! It really just showed that when trolls worked together, they could accomplish great things. They were just going to... ignore any bad attitudes that may or may not be considered hemoist. Those were outliers, obviously. This was a good show of intracaste cooperation, and if it weren't possible they wouldn't be working together so well.
On this night, they were tasked with helping putting some bolts into place on one of the arches. They were a little intimidated by it- the arches were so high up... and they were pretty small. Thankfully they were allowed to use safety harnesses for the task. Otherwise they might've just... conveniently disappeared. Heights were not their forte, after all. Once an older troll finished strapping them in and checking the ties, they were pushed off to go gather some bolts and then ordered to scale the arch.
They just had to not look down, right? That was the secret to these things... right? Swallowing a lump of fear building in their throat, Apibom adjusted the bags of bolts attached to their belt, then forced themself to begin climbing. After what felt like hours, they finally reached the top of the arch, then found the spot they were supposed to attach the bolts. Below, one of the older trolls watching over the project was already starting to make snide comments about how long they were taking.
'Just ignore them Apibom... You have to take your time to do it right, or it won't end well and it'll be you that gets in trouble.' They exhaled through their nose, closing their eyes as they tried to block out the jeering from below. Right. The task at hand was still not completed. They set to work on the first bolt, making decent time on it as far as they were concerned... then started to move onto the second. By this time, the troll below had a partner to heckle them with.
By the time they had to move on to the third bolt, they were unable to keep ignoring the two trolls. They just wanted to get this over with as fast as possible and move on somewhere else. They stood, and stepped forward, a little too quickly as their foot slid off to one side. They ended up lurching to the side, only held in place by the belts connecting them to the arch. Admittedly, they clammed up too much to even make a sound. The ground seemed so far away- was it possible for it to be that far? They struggled to get their arms to cooperate long enough to pull themself back up onto the arch. They... they had to keep going. Had to finish the job. They still had two more bolts to work on.
Despite every instinct telling them to just climb back down the arch and ask someone else to do it, they managed to crawl to the next bolt and secure it in place... then to the last one. The trolls below didn't even cross their mind. They wanted to finish their work and then go hide somewhere. This whole experience was not turning out how they'd wanted it to. Would.. anything ever turn out how they wanted? Maybe Fluff was right. Their expectations were life were too high.
WC: 563
Quote: Apibom is open for interaction!
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
DraconicFeline rolled 1 8-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-8)
|
|
Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2017 10:44 pm
|
|
|
|
Sephos Arbola
That night, Sephos continued to collect soil samples. Someone had actually told him how, and it made sense - they only needed a little bit to look at it, they just needed a few little bits of it. That was especially good because it meant that he didn't have to take away too much soil from the plants... not that there were plants there.
Diligent as ever, and very curious as to what the space crew would tell him about the soil, Sephos started collecting samples, scooping soil into the little vials and covering them, just as they'd told him. He worked diligently, precisely and without a care to whatever anyone else might think of him. And why should he care? Surely it was obvious to everyone what he was doing, and if not, why should they care?
Apparently, however, they did.
Sephos was too busy trying to carefully cover the vials to notice the group supervisor's approach.
"You! Greenblood!"
There were many greenbloods -- Sephos didn't see why he should be noticed.
"Hey! Greenblood!"
Sephos ignored him and covered his vials. If he didn't cover it right, then they would dry out.
"You -- with the leaf symbol!"
Sephos began to put a label (scribbled, of course) on the samples and put them away.
"Hey! Stop!"
Suddenly they were grabbing his wrist, preventing his hand from moving the samples, and preventing the samples from moving to the bag he was carrying. He stared at the supervisor, a blueblood with hooked horns and a scale pattern tattooed on their face. "Let go." He tried to take his hand away, but they continued to hold him, grimacing.
"Not until you tell me what that s**t is for."
"Huh?" But didn't he know? Wasn't it obvious? Sephos tried to wiggle his way out again, but the troll held firm.
"You heard me, fishbreath, what are you doing? What are those?" The troll lifted his hand and the samples,"Are you causing trouble?!"
Fish... breath? Sephos didn't eat fish, not usually. Once in a while some crayfish, but those weren't fish... They had shells. But that was irrelevant. "Soil samples." he said, gruffly, "They're soil samples."
"What do you mean, soil samples?"
"To test. The soil." he explained. Wasn't it obvious?
"Don't give me that kind of look, fishbreath."
Again with the fishbreath. Why? "I need to do this." Sephos implored... but then he remembered. If you ever run into trouble, they'd said, Use these badges. He happened to have a badge. "Here." he said, reaching for the badge thing.
"Easy, fishbreath." the older troll said, squeezing Sephos's arm. He winced and stopped reaching, confused. "What are you trying to get, hmm?"
"A badge." Sephos wasn't sure what he was feeling. Was it fear? His mouth was drying, his pumpbiscuit was thudding. It could be fear. He wasn't sure what to do with it in this context.
"A badge?"
"Yes... look?" Sephos reached for it again, trying to get a better look at his face. This time, the troll allowed him to reach the badge. Sephos showed it to him.
"Huh." The troll let go of his arm and stared at the badge. Sephos rubbed his wrist, suddenly remembering that he wasn't supposed to show those things for very long for some reason. "Whats with the soil samples though?"
"Dunno." Sephos said, "Making sure the soil is good, I guess?"
"Uh."
"I dunno." said Sephos, thoroughly done with the conversation and everything else. "We want to make sure stuff can grow here later, I guess? For farms."
The supervisor squinted at him. "... Let me guess, you're some kind of lab lackey?"
"Uh. Yes..." Sephos had no idea what that meant, but if that meant that the blueblood would go away...
"Yeah, you looked a little slow to me... All right, whatever." the blueblood turned away, "Just don't hold up the work... I'm watching you, all right?"
"... all right." Sephos said, feeling utterly confused and spent. Had he done something wrong? Did he need to do something? Did he forget to do something? However, there were more soil samples to collect, so... Sephos went back to work, moving on to a different collection site.
Just like he'd been asked.
[Gamma 3A]
[An un-affiliated member of the ground crew asks what you’re doing, and you’ve got to weasel your way out of being caught with your 1) comeback 2) badge flashing 3) explanation 4) various scientific jargon.]
[735/500]
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
DraconicFeline rolled 1 8-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-8)
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2017 11:27 am
|
|
|
|
Gamma 3A The Lightseekers receive a bit of a scare when a member of the ground crew accuses you of skimming supplies. You help them look over the logs and establish all of your alibis, and help them figure out where the materials are going!
Sephos Arbola
Sephos was a diligent, hard worker. Gruff but quiet, in most circumstances, he would be prized as a good, strong worker. And, usually, that was the case. But, apparently, his body gave off wierd body language when he was doing lightseekers stuff, and some people pegged him as 'suspicious'.
He was oblivious to this (and to the people actually skimming supplies) as he worked. To him, this was all obvious. To him, this was all fine and aboveboard. Despite his other incident with the supervisor before, and despite the warnings of the Lightseekers, he had no real sense that anything he did - including filling pots with soil - could be viewed as anything other than what they were.
In this case, carrying pots of soil onto the set.
[127/300]
nepsah No idea where this is going but it is going somewhere. |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
nepsah rolled 1 8-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-8)
|
|
Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2017 1:52 pm
|
|
|
|
Quote: Gamma 3A 76-100% 4: You witness a lower ranked military troll get absolutely chewed out for losing their timetables and records of work before being dragged off by their horn. Better make sure your paperwork is in order.
Apibom had only wanted to take on a new task. That was it. Honestly, how did they keep getting into situations that were so uncomfortable? It didn't seem that the superior officer even cared that they were watching as she chewed out her lower ranking counterpart. There was missing timetables, huh? Api thought back- had they been keeping track of their own paperwork...? Yes. They were pretty sure they had... Oh, that looked like it hurt. They winced a little as the lower ranking troll was dragged away by a horn. Instinctively they reached up to rub at the bases of their own horns. Yes... that certainly looked painful.
Well- it seemed that the task givers were not going to be available for a while, so they figured they might as well just go see what else they could do in the meantime. Something.... not as stressful as what they'd been doing the night before. The jeers they'd endured still echoed in their mind, but they were doing their best to ignore them. Turning, they headed back out to the main grounds and back to Gamma 3 to see what was in need of an additional pair of hands. It seemed like most tasks had things covered but... there seemed to be at least one person that was moving pots of soil around that was working on their own. Api inhaled deeply, hoping this wasn't going to bite them in the rear, then headed over toward the older troll.
"Hi! I'm Apibom... Do...do you need help moving those?" They pointed to the pots of dirt. On closer inspection, they honestly weren't sure how much help they were going to be. Those looked pretty... heavy... and Api was not exactly a strong troll. Well- it was never too late to improve oneself, so they'd just have to tough it out if this troll did, in fact, need their assistance.
WC: 316
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
nepsah rolled 1 8-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-8)
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2017 2:02 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
nepsah rolled 1 8-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-8)
|
|
Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2017 2:05 pm
|
|
|
|
Quote: Gamma 3A - 76-100% 5: One of the reporters had somehow made it inside the base! You and a group of trolls are tasked with hunting them down and kicking them out. Eventually, you find them, furiously drawing the slightshot-like machines from inside a locker. Their notebook is confiscated and they are promptly booted.
He was about to go help with some last minute construction - in fact he'd taken no more than two steps outside of the main building when a military official came storming up to him.
"You! Go with these trolls and track down the reporters that got into the grounds. Take anything they have on them! Cameras, notebooks, everything!!"
Floren blinked in surprise, eyes going a little wide as he processed the order. He looked to the group of trolls the officer had wildly gestured, most of them were a little older, then nodded his head. "Ah, yes sir." He turned, then trotted off to join the others in the group. Reporters had somehow made it into the construction zone? They were sure taking risks. Why was everything such a secret, anyway? Wouldn't trolls be able to come see what they'd worked on once they finished it anyway?
Or, maybe they wouldn't. He wasn't sure how he felt about potentially being barred from looking around something he'd help to make, but... it wasn't his place to complain about it. He followed the rest of the group, noting that strangely enough a redblood seemed to have taken charge of things. Not that he doubted their directions, the troll in question seemed to be giving out very sound advice, but it seemed odd when there was also a blueblood in their group about the same age. Curious...
Eventually he was paired off with a yellowblood around his own age and told to check out the locker rooms. Surely they wouldn't be in there- at least, Floren assumed that was why the two youngest members of the group had been assigned that area to search.
Lo and behold, they were though. Floren stood guard at the doorway while his companion ran off to get the others. The reporters hadn't even noticed his presence yet, they were too busy trying to draw the machines they'd been working on. As soon as he heard the others approaching, he straightened up. "Drop the sketchbooks please, and face the wall. Your equipment will be confiscated." The reporters' heads jerked up in alarm, but before they could do anything the rest of the group had already pushed past Floren to pin them into the locker rooms.
Too bad for them. Once they were carted away, Floren helped the yellowblood from before gather up all of the reporters' supplies. They really didn't have much- a couple recording devices, the sketchbooks, and a disposable camera. Ah well, it would all be trashed soon enough. He carried the items back to the office of the troll that had assigned them the task.
"Good work. Now go make yourself useful." The troll didn't even bother looking up from his paperwork. Typical.
Floren shrugged internally, then turned to go find something else to do. That was quite eventful.
WC: 467
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Taki-di rolled 1 8-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-8)
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2017 7:12 pm
|
|
|
|
Day 9
Site: Gamma 3B
Word count: 550
Quote: Lightseekers - 5. A last-minute adjustment has you scrambling to try and get clearance where you’d previously installed a transmitter.
Decked in a clean pressed jumpsuit, holding a binder with names, and wearing a skeptical countenance, the greenblood was standing staunchly in Tsarzi’s way.
“This area’s already been cleared as finished and locked down, I already told you, you can’t go in,” they said, again, as though not even hearing Tsarzi, who, in turn, was growing increasingly impatient with the idiot blocking her way. Tsarzi had completely ignored them at first, walking with a purpose because she had a job to do. Of course, the troll assigned over here to keep the press out and make sure no one tried to jump the perimeter. Tsarzi didn’t try to jump the perimiter, she tried to walk through the front where anyone that should be here was walking. Unlike the media trolls that were clamoring down the way and were getting blocked by some burly drones that looked to have their hands full. Going through the front was supposed to reinforce that she was supposed to be here. This particular guard just had to notice and stop Tsarzi. She cited that she had last minute checks that needed to be done when they tried to stop her. Which led to them trying to hold her back and earning a sharp elbow for their trouble.
Tsarzi narrowed her eyes at them.
They weren’t exactly on good terms so far in this acquaintanceship.
“I’m not repeating myself,” Tsarzi snapped tonelessly, getting sharper with every passing statement she was forced to make to justify herself to this imbecile. “You have no reason to be holding me up. You are actively standing in the way of this site actually being complete.”
“Yeah, well I’m not letting you through without a written form that tells me you’re allowed back in here!” The guard’s voice was getting a little shrill now, obviously upset with this argumentative child that wouldn’t take no for an answer and leave! Tsarzi’s unwavering demeanor was making them get a little shifty though, most children listened or at least were visibly being misleading. She was, far too sure of herself.
Tsarzi stared the troll down, thoroughly unimpressed. She would be more impressed by their resolve if they weren’t standing in her way. Which they shouldn’t be doing. She had her lanyard pass, she should be here, she has clearance. And yet, apparently that wasn’t good enough.
“If they wasted paper printing out passes for every last minute fix or check, they would waste paper faster than they receive shipments of it,” Tsarzi laid out, rather matter of factly. She saw how quickly they went through paper over in the offices. And she also saw how many random fixes and last minute nonsense were going on, so being held up like this was ridiculous. “I’ve shown you my lanyard, I’m a volunteer working, I was ordered to do a final check on the supplies we have some inconsistent records of supplies in the depots over there and I’m to do a final check. If you have a problem, check with upper management.”
Tsarzi finally stormed away and Lupos snarled at the greenblood as they passed and they finally let them go. Luckily enough, there was actually a supply check that needed done. It just happened to also be where a transmitter needed some directional adjustments.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Gl!tch~ rolled 1 8-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-8)
|
|
Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2017 8:35 pm
|
|
|
|
Site: Gamma 3B
Word count: 350 (6pts)
Wander needed...a break. She loved her friends to bits, but some of the tension was starting to get to her. It was getting a little stressful, even. Kind of stuffy. So, she went off on her own for a bit. Not too long. She didn't like straying, or making it seem like she was mad at anyone. But taking some time just felt like the best thing to do right now.
Though, it was weird. Wander was so used to being around Poe. Or Sonnie. Or Cynril... But none of them were in sight. None of them close enough to call over. Ah. And so, the loneliness set in a little. She chose hanging out by herself, though. Running back so quickly would be kind of pathetic. Wander took a moment to look up at the night sky.
She wondered if anyone might miss her...
Far behind her, suddenly a loud noise went off, making her jump. Wander ducked and covered, even. Abby had jumped, too, and was curled into a little white ball. So loud, so threatening. But also somewhat...familiar. Like fireworks, but too close. She got back up slowly and wiped her knees off. She peeked over towars where the noise came from. Dynamite... Must be demolition. Somehow she missed that memo. Hopefully no one had seen her be such a big baby...
She sparked a little. Hm. But there were explosives left, and they were cleaning up the area. Wander made her way over. She soon found herself volunteering bring back everything that hadn't been used, as well as the ones that didn't work. She learned this as Abby pulled one out that read 'DUD'.
As she lugged them along, an idea slowly formed in her head. She looked around, then, behind a lone tent, she started peeling off labels. Put some on the ones that might work...and...ah! Might be able to sneak them to the safehouse! Wow. That was...well, if it worked, that would be pretty clever of her!
But first, she had to complete the delivery. She got up on her feet and sped off.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2017 5:10 am
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
nepsah rolled 1 8-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-8)
|
|
Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2017 2:37 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
nepsah rolled 1 8-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-8)
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2017 2:43 pm
|
|
|
|
Quote: Gamma 3C - 0-25% 2: Needless to say, the excitement around the site has generated a lot of buzz. You and a number of other trolls are tasked with keeping on-lookers away from the perimeter and out from underneath the treads of oncoming equipment.
Thankfully the previous task was over with before he knew it. As it turned out, keeping recorded books on a portable music device to listen to while doing mindless tasks made them much more palatable and probably increased his speed. He would have to research that later with some tests at his own hive - the maintenance he had to do was fairly mindless and frequent with all of the storms that passed through the desert.
Floren had just finished putting his cleaning supplies away when someone tapped him on the shoulder. "We need more bodies to keep the press out- go join that wall over there!" The tapper pointed to a wall of volunteers that was trying to block some cameras from seeing the work-in-progresses they were all trying to complete. Honestly... press again? Floren nodded and made his way off to join the wall of trolls.
Skoli could probably be of use here... As he approached the group, he took note of where his lusus could breach the surface. Ah, perfect- a spot where there was a hole in the wall but perfectly placed for Skoli to be able to leave the safety of the underground to help block the view of the reporters. He strode over to it, then tapped the ground three times in quick succession. It took a moment, but eventually the ground puckered, then seemed to explode in slow motion as the large wormlike creature that Floren called his lusus emerged. "Skoli, we need to block some cameras. Move six paces to your left, then stay there, please." He instructed his lusus carefully, slowing down his words and tapping his feet at the same time. Skoli understood vibrations better, after all.
Slowly the massive lusus lumbered over to the vacant spot, then settled in as instructed. Anything to keep his charge happy!
WC: 305
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
nepsah rolled 1 8-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-8)
|
|
Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2017 2:50 pm
|
|
|
|
Quote: Gamma 3C 0-25% 4: Tonight you get to drive a forklift! The act of moving palettes of steel beams from one end of the facility to the other is meant to be a slow, deliberate process, but the machine you're in has some serious torque.
Construction duty did not immediately set off any red flags for Apibom. After all, "construction duty" could be a number of things! Shoveling out a new area, testing the soil, assembling parts... the possibilities were endless. So it was quite a shock to them when they were told they needed to operate the forklift. In fact, they had asked their supervisor to repeat what they had just said. That earned them a withering look. Excusing themself, they quickly shuffled away to the forklift in question. God... it was massive. They stared at it with wide, bewildered eyes until the supervisor shouted at them to 'get going already'.
Right. Task at hand. They needed to focus. It took a moment, but they were eventually able to climb into the seat, then adjusted things to match their height... They were thankful that they were an average sized troll. Doing this if they were super short would have been nigh impossible. They were sure of it. Gulping, they started the machine, then gripped the rods that would allow them to propel it forward or backward.
That was a mistake.
The machine lurched forward with surprising power, knocking them back against the seat. A squeak of alarm escaped them and they quickly released the handle. "WATCH IT!" An annoyed shout from outside of the forklift caught their attention. Oh boy. They'd almost hit someone. "S-sorry!" They offered the offended troll an apologetic wave, then breathed in deeply to steady themself. It was okay. They could do this.
Carefully they tried again, figuring out just how much to squeeze or push to get the machine rolling... Right. Okay. They could do this. They picked up the first bunch of steel beams, carefully turned the machine around, and then started the trek to the other side of the site they were working on to deliver them. Perhaps a little too slowly. Other forklift operators were going much faster than they were.
'It's not a race.. don't get caught up in trying to match them... take it slow, you have no idea what you're doing!' Api tried to quell the need to perform better than the others on the task- they really had no idea what they were doing in this thing but... They needed to be seen as Useful and Valuable. Before they had really realized they were doing it, Apibom had sped up the forklift and was already almost to the other side of the 3C dock area. They dropped off the beams, then turned around (faster than they should have, earning an alarmed shout) then sped back toward the pick up area.
Fortunately it did not turn out badly for them- the other forklifters took it as a sort of race and a friendly competition broke out. As Api grew more used to the controls, they had a much easier time picking up and dropping off the supplies- and was not as wary about controlling their speed. That was probably not a good thing in the long run, though. Oops.
WC: 500
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Taki-di rolled 1 8-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-8)
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2017 5:23 pm
|
|
|
|
Day 10
Site: Gamma 3C
Word count: 530
Quote: 1. You do some heavy lifting, assisting the ground crew and even making light conversation with them.
Tsarzi has split off from Wander and her friends to check in on lightseeker progress. Work with the transmitters seemed to be carrying on well enough. Things were going smoothly according to Shenso and Rouxez, already looked over plans for the site and distributed the transmitters and their installation pieces. For now, things looked good. Without a lightseeker specific task to do, she set about some general work that needed done.
Just because she wasn’t tasked with anything in particular at the moment didn’t mean Tsarzi was going to let general duties and mindfulness slip. She slipped into the now familiar routine of scoping out the launch site, well on its way but no where near done yet, taking note of the shipping depots, the temporary housing tents that was wet up, the speedy roll out of equipment and hands to pave proper paths and foundation. There was quite a bit going on all across the site, many things to pick from.
Most things looked to be well in hand at least, no one obviously struggling, so Tsarzi decided to insert herself in with the general workforce.
Heavy crates and beams were being distributed off of the delivery transports, a rather inefficient crowd attempting to move around each other, with trolls that looked to be in charge of the different materials trying to rally up trolls to pick up what was being passed out.
Tsarzi huffed a sigh through her nose. She couldn’t say that she expected any better from the military. Or from other trolls. Common sense didn’t seem to be the most common of ailments, naming convention aside. She believed that would be called an ironic name. The idea made little sense, words should be used in a straightforward manner, obfuscating meaning like that was odd and improper it felt. But then again, she could certainly see the point of it. Calling it common when in fact few had it, despite the fact it ought to be common, almost highlighted the fault. It was still an incorrect moniker and for the sake of clarity desired a better way for it to be said.
Tsarzi saw it fit to join here and streamline the process a little. It took some time, grabbing the attention of the trolls trying to rush in and grab what they needed, but with some prodding and a logical pitch of her idea, she soon was helping organize the trolls unloading supplies into an assembly line. They’d train everything out of the transport and at the end of the line, a troll from either team was waiting to take it and stack it with their pile. Tsarzi herself was in the transport, helping lift and get things started down the line. She may be a kid and unable to help with the heaviest of it, but she was strong for her age, given her experience with this kind of work. She settled into a working rhythm, content to listen in on the chatter than take part herself, though she seemed to have gained some sort of favor with a few of these trolls, if their friendly smiles and shoulder slaps were anything to go on.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
