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[thethirdhalfa.livejournal.com]

Because I know I'm not the only one whose thought of this.

It's the....

Ten Years Later RP Meme!

To put it simply, how do you think your character will have developed over ten years on the Good Meatship Stacy?

And playing them like it's ten years later.

Comments

[in-venting.livejournal.com]

[Has made it to 22!]

I'm working, so please don't bother me.

[thethirdhalfa.livejournal.com]

[Is 23~! Or 11. Whichever.]

You're working too hard. You should take a break.

[in-venting.livejournal.com]

I'm not working too hard, this needs to get done and no one else will do it right.

[thethirdhalfa.livejournal.com]

What are you doing?

[in-venting.livejournal.com]

[Sherry launches into a spew of science babble which starts subsiding to a mumble as she leans forward and blinks at her sample through the telescope.]

...so, that's what I'm doing. Why? Is someone looking for me? [Sigh. She misses the days she could fit in a vent. DIAF, breasts. DIAF.]

[thethirdhalfa.livejournal.com]

No. Just curious.

I can help, if you want. [Since she's all into the biology stuff. And ghost stuff. She's versatile.]

[in-venting.livejournal.com]

[Sherry pulls her hair tie out and readjusts her hair so that it's all up in a messy bun instead of half up. She's avoided the Redfield ponytail so far, but eventually the day will come where she gives up and falls into the trap.] Alright. I'll send you some of the data, and you tell me what you see. [She taps a few buttons on her omnicomm blindly.]

[thethirdhalfa.livejournal.com]

Right.

[Waits for the data. Whistles when she sees it.] That IS interesting.

[in-venting.livejournal.com]

Isn't it? Now only if it would cooperate and start giving me answers, instead of what it's doing, I might actually go to sleep tonight. [Who's she kidding? Vega is probably going to drag her off. Again. If it isn't her mother.]

[thethirdhalfa.livejournal.com]

Hmmm.....have you tried [put some science suggestion here.]

[in-venting.livejournal.com]

[She nods] And then I also tried [science babble here] with Dr. Sera's help. But, nothing. It's stubborn. Maybe we need to name it Strain Vega.

[thethirdhalfa.livejournal.com]

[Snickers.] Maybe. Hmmm....

Well, we could always get creative. [Creative science way here!]

[in-venting.livejournal.com]

[See this? This is Sherry hugging Dani] I didn't think of that! [You know, because she likes logic, and that doesn't sound logical, but it does sound reasonable.] I mean, we won't know for a week at the latest, but that's still better than me sitting at my station and cursing at it.

This is me. Being on Hiatus. For sure.

[obscura-prodigy.livejournal.com]

[Vega has also miraculously survived to 22. He will be clomping into the media library now and flumping himself dramatically down in a chair in front of a console. He pulls up a bunch of files without even having to look at his hands and begins scowling at them.]

If we can get this broken coupling fixed... [grumble grumble]

I totally believe you. This face? :| <--Total belief.

[in-venting.livejournal.com]

[Sherry eyeballs him and elbows his side] Grumbling isn't going to get you anywhere. What about a broken coupling?

Oh good. :D

[obscura-prodigy.livejournal.com]

[Vega gestures at a holographic schematic of the Berserk Fury with the armor pulled out from it] There are these couplings for the armor to hook up to the body. That new set we found on that trading world has some broken ones and we have to fix those before it'll work.

Even then, Fury's not real happy about it. [He runs a hand through his hair, which is already mussy. He's been at this for days.]

Re: Oh good. :D

[in-venting.livejournal.com]

[Vega, she is about to reintroduce you to a comb. Comb, Vega, Vega, Comb. Become good friends today.] Of course he isn't. The day that it's totally content, you should probably hope that we can run very fast.

Why don't you take a break? A proper one. [Hello, kettle. Sherry is actually writing up her report, away from medical because she's been grumped at once already today for not going to sleep. And skipping meals. And holing herself up.]

Re: Oh good. :D

[obscura-prodigy.livejournal.com]

[Vega scratches his chin.] Well, that's true. He's insulted that I wanna try a set of armor that might be better.

[He shakes his head] Anyway, aren't you the one who's usually telling me to get back to work on stuff?

Re: Oh good. :D

[in-venting.livejournal.com]

[She nods] Right up to the point where you start looking like you're going to sand the Fury and the rest of the vehicles down there with your chin.


[She pokes the five o'clock shadow starting to form, and pushes a long lock of blond hair off her shoulder before going back to work.]

Re: Oh good. :D

[obscura-prodigy.livejournal.com]

[Vega touches his own face and oh, hey. He hadn't noticed that. 8|] Hey!

[He looks over at where Sherry's working, and raises an eyebrow.] Well what're you doing, huh?

Re: Oh good. :D

[in-venting.livejournal.com]

[Sherry holds the datapad to her chest] Nothing. [Wow, that was said too quickly to be believable.] Er, I mean, nothing important.

[She starts to leaaaan away from him.]

Re: Oh good. :D

[obscura-prodigy.livejournal.com]

Riiiiight. [Vega smells hypocrisy.]

How long have you been doing this not important thing?

Re: Oh good. :D

[in-venting.livejournal.com]

[Mumble mumble mumble]days[mumble mumble mumble] s'important!

[Okay, okay, fine. She may have the start of rings under her eyes, and possibly looks a little bit like she could use some time in some sensorium sunshine, probably, but really. She's fine! Look how fine!]

[obscura-prodigy.livejournal.com]

[He laughs] Sheeerrryyyy, what do I always tell you? And everybody else? You work too hard.

[in-venting.livejournal.com]

I do not! [She harrumphs at him] I work just the same as everyone else in medical does. [You are not helping your case here, Sherry] I mean, no one's passed out at their station in... in weeks now!

[That would be two weeks. No one's worked themselves into exhaustion in two whole weeks.]