#spacers:start

cassidy walked into the arcade, head held high. she was prepared to take back her top score. a week ago she noticed that someone beat the score that she had spent years trying to achieve. she had saved up a bunch of credits and was determined to finally take her score back. it was an ancient game, rusty in many places, it often glitched and sometimes it would just shut down altogether. but the dark corner of the arcade that held pac-man was her favorite spot on the entire ship. something about the simplicity of the joystick game was so calming compared to the virtual reality and augmented reality games that filled the rest of the arcade. she plugged in a few credits and started playing, to no avail. she went through the rest of the credits she brought and sighed in frustration. “do you have a spare credit i could borrow?” she asked, turning to another person in the arcade, “i’m so close to taking back my high score”

Caoimhe was tired beyond compare. She’d stayed up most of the night to finish up paperwork and was now nursing a coffee. There were bags under her eyes and her hair was mussed from having fallen asleep at her desk. “Son of a...” She muttered heatedly, her thick accent making the words just a bit more colorful. She wanted to sleep for days but knew that wouldn’t be advisable. After all, she was new to her position and knew she needed to prove herself by any means necessary. She’d never exactly been the cutthroat type, but she knew better than anyone that she had to work harder than most because her job usually meant ensuring the overall health of the Wayfarer’s passengers. She was always busy, though, and she barely had the energy, let alone the time, to be bothered with things like socializing.