01-13-2016, 09:46 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-13-2016, 09:48 PM by Aralyn Thorn.)
Ara humbly waited for the nice gecko person to size her up and hand her two uniforms and pairs of boots. Thanking her quietly, she exited the tent, and looked at her slip of paper. She hunted out the Ops tent and peeked inside, then slipped in and sighed. She had made a mess of things, as usual. Particles and stars, galaxies and microcosms - THOSE she understood. People, not so much.
She chose a back corner cot and claimed it as hers, setting down her uniforms and bag. Opening her bag, she slipped out her tablet and a photo of her family, all of them together and smiling: that had been a good day, everyone had actually gotten along and had fun! Closing her bag, she slid it up to the head of the cot and propped her tablet on it. Rubbing the reusable self-adhesive 'gum' at the corners on the back of her picture, she stuck it on the tent over the head of her cot. Turning on her tablet, she had it search for military doctrines and protocols, then inspected her new uniforms. The boots looked comfortable enough, with decent insoles for movement - which made sense, once she thought about it. The silken uniforms themselves felt delightful and the vixen sighed, slipping off her shoes and starting to undress. May as well get used to these clothes now while she has the chance: way she's been acting she could be on the boat home by the end of the day.
She chose a back corner cot and claimed it as hers, setting down her uniforms and bag. Opening her bag, she slipped out her tablet and a photo of her family, all of them together and smiling: that had been a good day, everyone had actually gotten along and had fun! Closing her bag, she slid it up to the head of the cot and propped her tablet on it. Rubbing the reusable self-adhesive 'gum' at the corners on the back of her picture, she stuck it on the tent over the head of her cot. Turning on her tablet, she had it search for military doctrines and protocols, then inspected her new uniforms. The boots looked comfortable enough, with decent insoles for movement - which made sense, once she thought about it. The silken uniforms themselves felt delightful and the vixen sighed, slipping off her shoes and starting to undress. May as well get used to these clothes now while she has the chance: way she's been acting she could be on the boat home by the end of the day.