playsforkepesh: (conv)
Sam had to admit that she wasn't likely to miss Fandom for the most part. Oh, sure, she'd miss the gigantic house that she still couldn't believe the Alliance had set her up in, and she'd certainly miss the convenient access to "American" restaurants -- she'd developed a minor addiction to Taste of Thai. But when her reassignment orders came in late Monday night, she honestly wasn't too bothered by the idea of leaving Fandom for good.

Because of all the postings she could have gotten, retrofitting one of the fleet's best ships -- well, that was nothing to sneeze at. Even for someone with seasonal allergies like Sam's.

She had to stare at her datapad for a long time before she was able to convince herself that this was really where she was going to be stationed for the next year, effective Friday morning.

"Well," she said, looking at Rook. "This should be an interesting challenge, now shouldn't it?"

(Don't ask her about the loss of her planet less than two days ago. She was gritting her teeth and forcing herself to focus on other things.)

[[open! also, let me know if you want rook.]]
playsforkepesh: (composed (pb))
Hopefully, Riley and Éponine were enjoying the walking tour of Sam's home town. Sam thought it was preferable to spending more time at home with her mum and dad, who were quite welcoming, but a bit stifling after she'd spent so long away from home. Taking in the sights of Horizon was more in line with the experience she wanted to provide for her guests, anyway.

The area they were in was fairly rural, just on the border between a residential town and an Alliance outpost. The landscape wasn't so different from Earth: crisp grass, blue sky, a smattering of chirping birds (though different in appearance to common types of birds back on Earth, a discerning observer might note). And true to the planet's name, the sunset was extraordinary.

"Now, my clearance level won't allow any of us entrance," Sam noted as she came to a hill that overlooked the Alliance camp, albeit from a distance. "But I thought I'd let you get a look at it anyway. I used to work in one of the labs over there before I was stationed in Fandom. To be completely honest, I've had nicer work environments, but you won't find a better-stocked lab anywhere."

She bit her lip, wondering if she couldn't make this a bit more interesting. "I suppose we could get a little closer..."

That's real smart, Sammy. )

[[based on, like, a throwaway line of sam's in mass effect 3. preplayed with the amazing and unbelievably patient [livejournal.com profile] filleauloup and [livejournal.com profile] 1stinkinpercent and coded up by the impossibly generous [livejournal.com profile] not_a_whiner.]]
playsforkepesh: (conspiratorial)
Sam had only a few times in her life appreciated a place that she had lived more than she appreciated 16 Unicorn Street, and she was keenly aware of how lucky she was that the Alliance had set it up for her. It was hard not to be appreciative on days like today, when she was curled up in an armchair in the living room with Rook and a book on a datapad in her lap, the whole house pleasantly toasty thanks to the electric fireplace that she barely had to exert any effort to turn on. It was perfect, to put it simply.

That was, until Rook's ears perked up and Sam's followed shortly thereafter when a voice snapped out of nowhere, "You'd better get out of here before my parents see you, Skywalker."

Sam startled, looking sharply around the room. Whining, Rook hopped off of her lap to investigate. "Excuse me?" Sam called.

No answer came, to the point that she began to wonder if it might not just be a banner ad in one of the tabs open on her datapad. She didn't quite relax for a while yet, though. Rook didn't, either.

[[open for visitors, and sam sound bite taken with permission! this house has a lot of history.]]
playsforkepesh: (genderswap neu)
Yeah, so this weekend wasn't really shaping up to be one of Sam's favorites. Everything felt wrong, and none of her clothes quite fit properly, with the exception of an old Oxford shirt and a pair of sweatpants that she was quite determined to burn as soon as she was back to her normal body.

To keep her mind off of how patently terrible this was, she sat herself down in the living room, browsing news feeds on her omni-tool and nursing a beer. Don't tell her it was too early for beer. This was practically the definition of an extenuating circumstance.

[[open for visitors!]]
playsforkepesh: (wince but smile (pb))
Oh, have I spent the past few days alternatingly freaking out and jumping up and down excitedly? Must be time for an availability post!

To make an admittedly not lengthy story short, I'm moving to Paris tomorrow! I'll be there for the rest of 2013, where my activities will include studying, traveling around Europe on my university's dime (for reals, next weekend we're going on a group trip to Normandy, and a few weeks after that, heading down to Strasbourg & Freiburg, totally paid for by Northwestern, aww yeah), bopping around London and probably elsewhere as well with [livejournal.com profile] not_a_whiner, and trying to improve my French, good god. In addition to the obvious time change (Central time +7), my expectation is that I'll be rather scarce in the game until I'm back. Bruce's classes will still be posted (for the record, he could still use a TA! I won't be able to post class this coming Monday due to traveling, so please let me know if you have a student who'd be interested in the position) and my kids will get signed in to classes, but not sure how active I'll be other than that.

Feel free to hit me up over email if you need me!
playsforkepesh: (ridic beautiful)
Sam was actually a little bit proud of herself for what she'd managed yesterday, which had involved a portal she'd arranged herself (that had picked her up inside her own home, no less) and a spontaneous trip into Baltimore. That sort of self-scheduling of portals even seemed to be on the up-and-up, according to her employee manual, though there was a small chance that she would have overlooked that clause anyway even if it hadn't been.

In any case, she was making her way back today, sporting a new pair of sunglasses as well as her backpack. That had been a perfectly lovely trip. And now she intended to have herself a perfectly lovely day of watching twenty-first century action movies in her living room. Because she could.
playsforkepesh: (reflective)
There was something unexpectedly lovely about returning home with a bag of take-out in hand and knowing that there was another living creature in her house waiting for her, Sam decided. There was something even lovelier about having that knowledge and knowing that the living creature in question wasn't, say, a spider or a moth or something. Because that was important.

"Here, girl," Sam called as she settled at her desk in her bedroom and set down the take-out bag and the plates she'd snagged from the kitchen on her way up, clicking her tongue to summon her new... housemate. Swiveling her chair around to face away from her desk, she called, "I've got half a steak for you and something I hope is a half-decent veggie burger for me. Dinner is served."

[[for one.]]
playsforkepesh: (squinty (pb))
It wasn't until Sam left to get her coffee that she realized that something strange was going on. The only reason she knew anything was happening at all was because of that man she saw singing happily about the ketchup stain on his pants finally being gone -- which would have been strange on its own, but when two people joined him as backup dancers, she felt fairly sure that this had Fandom's influence written all over it.

Sam, however, didn't seem to be affected, for which she was very glad. She got home, drank her coffee, and holed up in her living room, playing chess against herself.

As you did.

[[expecting one, but open!]]
playsforkepesh: (suspicious)
Sam had to admit: she was a bit surprised when she got a call saying that the Alliance could use her technical help on a navigation system in a lab a few decades from now and in London.

Good surprised, though. It was nice to feel like she could make herself useful for things besides conducting unpleasant phone calls with disgruntled Portalocity customers. No sooner had she ended the call than did Sam hurry up to her bedroom and begin putting together a bag. Obviously, she could leave whenever she pleased and still get there on time, but she was eager to tackle this project and get away from the mundanity of her desk job here for a while. The promise of a task to complete that didn't bore her to such a tremendous extent that she often found herself playing chess at her desk -- well, it was appealing, to say the least.

[[open for visitors, la!]]
playsforkepesh: (conspiratorial)
Okay! With [livejournal.com profile] gotacondition's infopost done, now I can get on with infoposting everyone else! I've got one more never-before-infoposted newbie for y'all, and then I'll make with the recapping of my older characters. Sound good? Good.

Samantha Traynor: Technical Specialist and Nerdy Lesbian )

Portalocity And You )

And now for my characters who aren't new!

Christopher Brink: Jerkass Scientist )

Alec Lightwood: Shadowhunter and Archer )

Gertrude Yorkes: Runaway Angstface )

April Ludgate: Slacker and Animal Lover )

Michelle: Communication Studies Student and Obsessive Fangirl )
playsforkepesh: (thoughtful)
Friday had been all about unpacking the clothes and personal items Sam had brought with her -- seemingly endless Alliance uniforms, a few nicer things, some datapads, a med-kit, her toothbrush. Those sorts of things. Yesterday had been the much less enjoyable furniture shopping. And today was dedicated to actually putting all that furniture in places of the house where it made sense for furniture to go.

Normally Sam was just fine with being a petite non-soldier with a respiratory condition, but today, as she surveyed the dresser she needed to haul upstairs to her bedroom, she wasn't thrilled.

[[for one!]]

Voicemail

Mar. 31st, 2013 06:55 pm
playsforkepesh: (Default)
Hello, this is Alliance Specialist Sam Traynor. I'm sorry to have missed your call, but I'll return it as quick as I can. If it's very urgent, I'd recommend sending me an email; that ought to speed things along.
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