observation deck [Seeing stars up close isn't anything new to her. It's old news, really. But something about them manages to draw her in anyway. It might be the fact she's got a second chance at life and has some actual freedom now. Maybe it's because she's never seen this system before and is trying to piece together every nook and cranny she can see out beyond the station. Whatever the case, when Oswin stumbles upon the observation deck she camps out and makes it feel like home. After a year of mentally being trapped in a cockpit, the expanse she sees here makes her feel light and grateful. She doesn't have the comm device she's used to having here, but that doesn't stop her from using the new one to make a voice log.]
Day one, station name unknown. Woke up an hour or so ago, wearing a jumpsuit only my mother would love on me. Does absolutely nothing for my hips. [She pauses, nose wrinkling up as her head tips off to the side.] Despite crew quarters being present, not feeling pressed to take one myself. Verdict's still out on whether or not Chinboy and his mates were real, but hopes are high that I can track them down whenever I'm able to get planet side.
[Another pause, and this time she looks over to whoever's close by. Her device is paused in recording as she hops up to her feet and points out the planet]
Please tell me there're transports here.
bar [By the time Oswin finds the bar, there really isn't a lot left to drink. She's not big on drinking (whiskey is sincerely the eleventh most disgusting thing she's ever had) but she feels like she really could use something strong right about now. There's a few bottles left with minimal amounts inside. Maybe if she combines them, she can make something to take the edge off her mounting anxiety.
Gathering up a few of the bottles in her arms, she makes her way over to the edge of the bar with a bounce to her step. Someone's sitting in a stool there, and she flashes them a dimpled grin. Time to see if her skills as a junior entertainment manager can still be put to any good use.]
I'll share if you don't criticize my impressive lack of bartending skills.
network ; un: oswin Right, so, not to be a total buzzkill or anything but has anyone attempted to establish contact with any of the planets nearby? If we sort out where the escape pods are, it'd help to have prior communication so we're not just popping in unannounced. That tends to end in hostile negotiations, I've discovered.
wildcard [Oswin isn't going to be sitting idle, so she can be found anywhere and everywhere. She'll spend a lot of time poking her head around corners and into any room she can peek into. The mess hall is where she'll likely bother the most people, slipping next to a stranger to chat them up while eating. Hit me up at porgs if there's something you have in mind.]
Oswin Oswald | Doctor Who
[Seeing stars up close isn't anything new to her. It's old news, really. But something about them manages to draw her in anyway. It might be the fact she's got a second chance at life and has some actual freedom now. Maybe it's because she's never seen this system before and is trying to piece together every nook and cranny she can see out beyond the station. Whatever the case, when Oswin stumbles upon the observation deck she camps out and makes it feel like home. After a year of mentally being trapped in a cockpit, the expanse she sees here makes her feel light and grateful. She doesn't have the comm device she's used to having here, but that doesn't stop her from using the new one to make a voice log.]
Day one, station name unknown. Woke up an hour or so ago, wearing a jumpsuit only my mother would love on me. Does absolutely nothing for my hips. [She pauses, nose wrinkling up as her head tips off to the side.] Despite crew quarters being present, not feeling pressed to take one myself. Verdict's still out on whether or not Chinboy and his mates were real, but hopes are high that I can track them down whenever I'm able to get planet side.
[Another pause, and this time she looks over to whoever's close by. Her device is paused in recording as she hops up to her feet and points out the planet]
Please tell me there're transports here.
bar
[By the time Oswin finds the bar, there really isn't a lot left to drink. She's not big on drinking (whiskey is sincerely the eleventh most disgusting thing she's ever had) but she feels like she really could use something strong right about now. There's a few bottles left with minimal amounts inside. Maybe if she combines them, she can make something to take the edge off her mounting anxiety.
Gathering up a few of the bottles in her arms, she makes her way over to the edge of the bar with a bounce to her step. Someone's sitting in a stool there, and she flashes them a dimpled grin. Time to see if her skills as a junior entertainment manager can still be put to any good use.]
I'll share if you don't criticize my impressive lack of bartending skills.
network ; un: oswin
Right, so, not to be a total buzzkill or anything but has anyone attempted to establish contact with any of the planets nearby? If we sort out where the escape pods are, it'd help to have prior communication so we're not just popping in unannounced. That tends to end in hostile negotiations, I've discovered.
wildcard
[Oswin isn't going to be sitting idle, so she can be found anywhere and everywhere. She'll spend a lot of time poking her head around corners and into any room she can peek into. The mess hall is where she'll likely bother the most people, slipping next to a stranger to chat them up while eating. Hit me up at