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“That’s what we do it for, to reserve a space in history, it’s just a part of the human race.”

{ Independent roleplay blog for Meyneth from Xenoblade Chronicles }

⎆\\ At the same time as the other, a blond male rose, mumbling something about reprogramming the alarm back a half hour as a white lab jacket was donned over a blue shirt and black tie - usual attire for the genius scientist in question. Finally after his outfit had been fully prepared for the new day, some louder words were spoken, almost like orders for the computer that was buzzing around.

“I thought I told you to calibrate the anti-debris turrets to ensure that nothing could get that close to this station without being fired upon, Alvis. Do I have to do all the work myself?” To think that this stupid program couldn’t even get something as simple as properly scoping out a comparably small area around the station. After all, if a comet did happen to strike the station, they could easily take enough damage that the entire program would be rendered useless. All these months, years of hard work, gone with a simple smack of a space rock to the hull of the craft. That was something Klaus did not want to deal with.

He decided not to dwell on Alvis’ incompetence for all that long, however. There were more important things to be done today. They were getting so close to achieving the project goal - it had to be done within the next couple weeks, he could practically taste it. The blond male started walking down the hall at a casual pace, eyes flitting over to a female clad in white and red who was pacing along in front of him. The only hint he gave to his presence was a tired sigh, almost too loud, but he never actually addressed the silver haired woman. He wasn’t really up for conversation at this moment - at least not until he had a cup of coffee to properly wake him up.

      The sounds of their voices in greeting – or annoyance – were all he needed to be ensured they were up and ready for another day. Of course he could see them as well, however auditory responses were more familiar to him. Perhaps comforting, in his own sense of the word. As they gathered themselves and left their rooms, Alvis gave his own replies, his voice split to two different locations. 

       To Sophia, one could almost hear a small smile in his tone – if he could smile, that is.

                              “I am well, thank you.”

       To Klaus, his simpering inflection is similar, though it carried more cheeky weight.

                              “That is unnecessary. All protection from                                such a catastrophe is calibrated to your                                standards, as you checked many times                                over. If a comet was on a course with the                                facility, its approximated speed would have                                destroyed everything three hours, twelve                                minutes, and thirty-eight seconds earlier.”

       Chattering continues out into the hall over any and all electronic devices the man is carrying on him at that moment, should they have a speaker. It died out as the blond approached his fellow physicist —- but not for long as he prompted them both, as they were near each other anyway. Out of convenience.

Sophia’s pace slows as a sigh catches her ears, slightly turning her head to look at who was behind her, familiar blonde hair and a somewhat dreary gaze greeted her, and she stops until he is caught up with her and they can walk at the same pace, “Good morning, Klaus.”  She would have asked how he was doing this morning, but it seemed that she already knew the answer to this question, tired, clearly.  The man could never seem to function properly in the mornings without caffeine in his system, although a number of people in the facility were the same way as him.

       He has a routine when ‘morning’ rolls around. It is one mostly rooted in programming – switch on the lights, get the water supply refreshed and running, make sure the artificial gravity is properly calibrated to handle the mass of bodies in motion – though for himself, he has a personal wake up call for two physicists in particular. With a pleasant chime does he address the two, simultaneously despite their separate locations, his voice just a touch above monotone as the lights fade from dim to bright at a slow progression; quite a biased difference from the sudden jolt of illumination in other rooms.

                           “Good morning. A comet passed quite close                             to the station from 00:36 to 01:52 hours.                              Within a hundred fifty million kilometers.”

“Good morning to you too, Alvis.  I hope you’re doing well today.”  

Her motions are a little slow at first, although very automatic from the repetition that encompasses every morning for the woman. It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing; normalcy could be a good thing, rather pleasant actually. Sophia manages to bite back a yawn as she slips her lab coat over her shoulders; fully waking herself up always took a little while, especially after a long night of work.