16 Unicorn Street | Monday Evening
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playsforkepeshSam 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.]]
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.]]
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Date: 2014-04-22 01:14 am (UTC)She pressed the bell and hoped Sam was back in Fandom.
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Date: 2014-04-22 02:06 am (UTC)She opened the door with Rook at her heels. "Oh -- Allie. Hello. You're not allergic to dogs, are you?"
(One couldn't be too careful.)
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Date: 2014-04-22 02:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-04-22 02:32 am (UTC)She was grieving and preoccupied all at once, but she still had manners.
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Date: 2014-04-22 02:38 am (UTC)"How are you doing?"
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Date: 2014-04-22 02:10 am (UTC)Her eyes were red when she opened the door (she was blaming allergies, and there was at least some truth to that), but her cheeks reddened as well as soon as she saw Éponine. "Oh, god, hi."
You invited a civilian to what turned out to be a dangerous invasion, you dealt with some residual embarrassment.
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Date: 2014-04-22 02:22 am (UTC)Because god knew she was useless for advice or moral support, so she had to resort to what she did best, namely trying to be useful to people.
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Date: 2014-04-22 02:56 am (UTC)That was absolutely not a brief guilty look that crossed her face, because she was absolutely not speaking from experience about luring someone into a trap. Really.
"So now I'm returning the favor, d'you see? I know you aren't happy right now. I --" She frowned, trying to find the words. "I thought I might try and help with that, somehow, even if only for a minute or two."
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Date: 2014-04-22 03:31 am (UTC)Sam awkwardly leaned forward for a grateful hug. "You're invaluable, you know? I haven't got the faintest clue who else I'd talk to, so -- thank you."
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Date: 2014-04-22 01:45 pm (UTC)She still had her doubts, but if she thought about some of the risks she'd taken over the last year and a half or so during some crisis or other because for some reason she'd wanted to help, maybe it wasn't all that different. Well, that would bear thinking about.
"No," she went on, smiling crookedly, "I don't imagine fretting about it from so far away would suit you very well."