[Curse you, Past Izzy. For thinking that this was a good idea and then actually deciding to go through with it. What the fuck were you thinking, going on some space mission? You're no astronaut. You could barely tolerate the Overworld.
Gods damn.]
[The whole ride up to the station, she's nervous. Not twitchy, but idly second and third and fourth guessing all of her choices up to now. All the pent up energy with no great outlet for it. As soon as she's let off the shuttle onto the station (and after the onboarding rigamarole), she's off like a shot. Where's a place to crash, to call her own, to convert into a sanctuary. Housing Bay, whatever assignment, cool.
If she's the first one in it's a damn miracle. Nobody else to clutter her thoughts, she can unpack and consider her situation and start fiddling with the Stuff that was given to her.
If not, then hello, say hi to your new roomie: a manic looking dragon.]
[b. roaming/getting bearings]
[Even though everybody's been issued their Handy Dandy TabletsTM, Izzy still prefers to do things the best way she knows: pad and pencil. Collecting as much information in a new situation has always been her go-to strategy, and this is no different. Hand sketching the hallway configurations as she walks down them, taking note of and notes on tech that she's never seen before, drawing faces to put to names. The hand movement helps to ingrain it a little better in her head.
Doesn't really help, though, that with her snout looking down at what she's drawing while walking, she's very, very liable to run face-first into somebody she can't see in the periphery.]
[c. cooking/getting comfy]
[Learning about the food replicators piqued Izzy's interest before, but there's something about the way they work that weirds her out. Something unnatural. Needs experimentation later. But the kitchen... The kitchen! Apparently a chef's goddamn wet dream! Holy shit, maybe this place will actually be worth the year-long trek or something if she's going to have open access to a place like this!
A good chunk of her free time will probably be found here: sorting, tasting, and cataloguing all the ingredients she doesn't know, and trying out recipes to utilize the weird fruits and veggies and whatnot available to her. This is where she's in her home element, where she's the happiest. Expect a lot of plates labeled "TRY ME" available to the public when she's working.]
[d. the network/getting plugged in] [u/n: topchefizzy]
can somebody explain what the "holodeck" is besides a) a potential waste of time and b) the most untrustworthy illusion-enchanted set of rooms ive seen in a long long while?
Isabella d'Oro | OC (13th Age)
[Curse you, Past Izzy. For thinking that this was a good idea and then actually deciding to go through with it. What the fuck were you thinking, going on some space mission? You're no astronaut. You could barely tolerate the Overworld.
Gods damn.]
[The whole ride up to the station, she's nervous. Not twitchy, but idly second and third and fourth guessing all of her choices up to now. All the pent up energy with no great outlet for it. As soon as she's let off the shuttle onto the station (and after the onboarding rigamarole), she's off like a shot. Where's a place to crash, to call her own, to convert into a sanctuary. Housing Bay, whatever assignment, cool.
If she's the first one in it's a damn miracle. Nobody else to clutter her thoughts, she can unpack and consider her situation and start fiddling with the Stuff that was given to her.
If not, then hello, say hi to your new roomie: a manic looking dragon.]
[b. roaming/getting bearings]
[Even though everybody's been issued their Handy Dandy TabletsTM, Izzy still prefers to do things the best way she knows: pad and pencil. Collecting as much information in a new situation has always been her go-to strategy, and this is no different. Hand sketching the hallway configurations as she walks down them, taking note of and notes on tech that she's never seen before, drawing faces to put to names. The hand movement helps to ingrain it a little better in her head.
Doesn't really help, though, that with her snout looking down at what she's drawing while walking, she's very, very liable to run face-first into somebody she can't see in the periphery.]
[c. cooking/getting comfy]
[Learning about the food replicators piqued Izzy's interest before, but there's something about the way they work that weirds her out. Something unnatural. Needs experimentation later. But the kitchen... The kitchen! Apparently a chef's goddamn wet dream! Holy shit, maybe this place will actually be worth the year-long trek or something if she's going to have open access to a place like this!
A good chunk of her free time will probably be found here: sorting, tasting, and cataloguing all the ingredients she doesn't know, and trying out recipes to utilize the weird fruits and veggies and whatnot available to her. This is where she's in her home element, where she's the happiest. Expect a lot of plates labeled "TRY ME" available to the public when she's working.]
[d. the network/getting plugged in] [u/n: topchefizzy]
can somebody explain what the "holodeck" is besides a) a potential waste of time and b) the most untrustworthy illusion-enchanted set of rooms ive seen in a long long while?