Hullo, I'm interested in learning to be a pilot. I don't know if I'll be suited, because back home, I used to fly a fair bit, but we weren't a technical people.
[ Well. That was fast. Nathan's always been good at sending her recruits, though. ]
Carolyn Fry. [ There's the sound of metal hitting metal, then her voice is a little clearer. ] I'll need to know any previous experience you have. If you don't actually have any, that's fine too; we're in no position to turn away help. I also need to make one thing clear: a lot of what we do isn't flying. We don't have enough fuel for that, not if we need to evacuate. It's almost all shuttle repair and maintenance, especially right after a jump.
Hey, boss. You ever had this green liquor down at the bar? Cause I was thinking. I think... I think, yeah. You'd like it. I'll save you a glass.
[ Yes, this is the audio equivalent to a drunk text. This is what happens when a man decides drinking until he passes out is a good way to finally get some sleep. ]
[Shortly after all of the sharing memory nonsense subsides and Carolyn can return to her usual routine, a box appears in her usual working area, carefully tied up and less carefully taped up. It's like someone just discovered tape and is having a lot of fun using it on everything.
Ignore that part and open it!
There's a spanner wrench inside, along with a set of multi-sized screwdrivers and what looks like a wire-stripping tool.
Now who would have brought this by?]
video; heavily encrypted (I forgot about this stuff earlier sorry)
[Alex really isn't sure who else to contact about this stuff. He know it's the third time he's contacted Carolyn, but he's on edge. And it's better than one person to know about this stuff, than one. Because if he dies, or is disappeared, no one else might know.
And it might not be important, but he doesn't want to risk it.]
There is something I forgot about, until now. Stuff that didn't seem relevant.
[He lets out a breath and shifts his device, showing a bloody crew jumpsuit, with the number 9907 on the front. It looks like their own jumpsuits, but obviously, the number isn't on theirs--and while theirs are black, this is dark blue. There is also a lucky rabbits foot next to it.]
I got this in my locker two jumps ago. Neither is mine, obviously.
Nothing really informative; they were all about different conferences and things. There were posters, too. One that had a spaceship -- this one, probably, and said "Contribute" and "Tranquility". The other had a man, I'm assuming Van Rijn based on the V and R on it, and said "Safety Strength Vigilance".
[Living on this ship gives Effie a lot of time to think. Too much, if you ask her. She's always relied on keeping busy to push any unwanted thoughts to the back of her mind, but now she's prone to retreating inside her head as she walks through Tranquility's hallways.
This is one of those instances, and she's too distracted to notice the other woman as she walks into the kitchen. Normally, she wouldn't mind -- she'd even start up some small talk, but Carolyn and her memories are partially responsible for her absent-mindedness, and she doesn't particularly want to address what she was forced to see.
Effie would attempt to (discreetly) leave the room, but Carolyn would have had to be deaf not to hear her arrival -- she knew she shouldn't have worn those five-inch heels today.]
[ If it weren't for the memories she received from Haymitch and from Effie herself, Carolyn would have no idea what to make of the woman when she walks into the kitchen. Well, no, that's not entirely correct -- she would certainly have an idea, and it wouldn't be a flattering one. It's not horribly flattering already, save for the way she watched the woman tremble as she read off the names, as Peeta volunteered.
Still. Those shoes are goddamn ridiculous for a spaceship. ]
I'm surprised you haven't hurt yourself in those things, [ Fry says before she can stop herself, nodding at the heels before going back to chopping up some ingredients for Data's cat food recipe. Cats have to eat. ]
[ the feed clicks on to a brief sound of frustration. ]
Can the flight crew help in engineering? [ no greeting. no questions about the jump. as much of a pain in the ass as is finding everything short-staffed, it at least distracts her from brooding. ]
[She's getting right to the point. She's figuring her concern might be a little less stifling if she stops making these visits in person. And even if the effects have eased after the jump- she hopes you feel bad. Never do that again!!]
[ Despite her attempt, Carolyn still sounds a little short. She would rather not have more reminders about how sick she'd been after the jump, thanks. ]
Carolyn, I know you do this sort of thing yourself, that you're probably planning to do exactly the same after the upcoming jump, I can only commend you for that, but I was hoping to bend your ear on the topic of recruitment. Every department is going down the pan at the moment. We're struggling in Comms, I know you're in trouble--Medical too, and Ned says Agriculture is in peril, not surprising considering the number of people they have to feed versus the number of people tending the crops.
I was thinking of making a volunteer drive, bring in faces from every department, let everyone know we're in this together, rather than polarized groups. I was hoping you'd consent to it, show your face, say your own piece like usual, the only difference is it'd be in one place.
I know it's a big ask, but I wouldn't be considering this if I didn't think we needed it.
[ God Nathan why do you talk so much you're giving her a headache. (No, he's not, the whole past month has been giving her a headache. He's just a convenient target.) ]
I'll do it. Can't promise what sort of mood I'll be in, but I'll do it.
[It isn't a direct consequence of the recruitment drive, although that's likely how the timing makes it seem. She's been weighing her options for a while.]
Carolyn Fry? Melinda May.
I'm interested in joining flight crew. I'm a pilot; mechanic, too.
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