The pink haired girl sat behind the navigation table, her dark eyes scanning over optional coarses. She inhaled a breath and pinched the bridge of her nose, she was getting a headache having been staring at the maps for a few hours now. She heard footsteps behind her and turned to look over her shoulder, âHey.â she said softly, turning in her chair to face the other. âWhatâs up?â her brows lifting in curiosity.
They were tired: a cramp in their shoulder and their knee was aching once again. Perks of being part of âthe muscleâ as Alex liked to call it. A warm smile spread across her face, though it didnât quite reach her tired eyes. She motioned behind her to the boxes that she had brought. âYou had some cargo requested?â They asked, presenting the clipboard for the signature needed.
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   ââhey, wait up!â jogging wasnât really his thing, but thankfully he hadnât had to go far. âhate to bother you, but i could use some help moving some boxes into research. youâre not in the middle of anything, are you?â
Their head whipped around, offering him a pleasant smile, though their eyes were squinted in confusion. She listened to him, nodding slightly, laughing sligltly. âSeeing as that is my job: yes.â There was no malice, only humor. âI had been preparing the boxes. Can you double check that this is all you need?â They handed him the clipboard with the work form, waiting patiently for him to scan and confirm the list.
( jamie chung, nb female presenting, she/they ) see them in the FUSCHIA suit? thatâs ALEX KIM, the THIRTY SEVEN year old CARGO MANAGER that works in STORAGE. iâve heard they have a penchant for SMALL PLANTS and a burning hatred of BEING UNDERMINED. on their good days, theyâre known to be WITTY and DETERMINED, but watch out⌠when things get bad, they can get RECKLESS and CALLOUS. think they can be trusted? (mira, 18, est, she/they)
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- You know those people who are like nice, and very personable people, and you think you know them until they do something that totally shatters your perception of them, and then the next day theyâre back to being nice and cool. Theyâre likable, but in a genuine way, not in way where everyone secretly hates them? Theyâre kinda like the one kid youâve never talked to in class until you work together in a group and realize theyâre smart and nice and chill, and you donât have anything bad to say about them, but you donât really have anything real, or anything of substance about them to say. They just kinda exist in a space parallel to you, not in a way that diminishes attention from themselves, but theyâre just not someone you would have beef with? Yeah, thatâs Alex.
- That being said, theyâre not afraid to take up space. Not in the way of needing to be in the center of the attention, but in the way that sheâs comfortable about who she is. She likes solving puzzles, accomplishing tasks, but not a big fan of the doing of said task, and generally likes being right.
- She doesnât always have to be right, thatâs not what matters. What matters is establishing just how capable she is. Capable of being right. Capable of being wrong. Capable.
- They do not like being treated as a mediocre or less than. Itâs more than an insecurity, it feels like a shock to the system; a slap in the face. Years of being constantly undermined, of their true and real accomplishments never being celebrated surface in their mind for a few seconds before being instantly squashed out. But a crack is created; small and weak but catastrophic nonetheless. It takes much more than it used to do create a crack; there is less thin skin to be hit.Â
- Sheâs always been fascinated with how life springs up anywhere. Life is stubborn and resilient. Maybe itâs a little bit stupid for being so prone to surviving, but itâs endearing. In even the most remote and impossible places, life is capable of thriving. Their plants are a big help in keeping sane in the loneliness of space. Green, bright, and a little small beacon of hope.   Â
