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ataraxionlogs2012-08-26 08:33 pm
nukeit) wrote in ataraxionlogs2012-08-26 08:33 pm
[open] space training 101 -- shuttles and general health and safety, oh my!
CHARACTERS: Carolyn Fry, Ellen Ripley, and ANYONE WISHING TO ATTEND SPACE TRAINING SESSION 101
LOCATION: The shuttle hangar bay.
WARNINGS: This is space. Be forwarned. Liable to see language used throughout this log.
SUMMARY: Fry and Ripley kick off the first official session of space training with a review of shuttle safety, evacuation measures, and basic safety tips and regulations for diet, exercise, and mental health while living in space long term.
NOTES: Threadjack like fiends, and tag in action brackets or prose, whatever works best!
The shuttle bay only made sense as a first location for any type of space education because it was large, it was clearly filled with machinery that might have fit in a hangar on Earth, but didn't quite have the same feel as the Earth based hangars, and it was a stark reminder to those on board that their means of leaving (when they had any means at all) was in a smaller version of what they all lived in now: a space ship. Shuttle class instead of Colony Class, but space ships everywhere they looked.
Having five functional ones running since right before the prior disastrous shore leave meant having the technical resources to run people thorugh basics of boarding, securing themselves and others, securing the shuttle itself, and getting back out again should the automatic locks fail. There were a slew of things to go over, and drills to set up and run as long as the people attending stuck with what they'd come there for.
All that after a run-down on basics in staying healthy in space. May they never need to apply the ones regarding existing in space in zero-g, but may they start being informed on precautions to take now.
With Ellen coming in from the lifts with the last of the stragglers, and Carolyn already waiting, Space Training 101 (there had to be a better name, but simple may indeed be best) was about to begin.
[ Mingling Before | Shuttle Procedures | Q&A Session | Afterward ]
LOCATION: The shuttle hangar bay.
WARNINGS: This is space. Be forwarned. Liable to see language used throughout this log.
SUMMARY: Fry and Ripley kick off the first official session of space training with a review of shuttle safety, evacuation measures, and basic safety tips and regulations for diet, exercise, and mental health while living in space long term.
NOTES: Threadjack like fiends, and tag in action brackets or prose, whatever works best!
The shuttle bay only made sense as a first location for any type of space education because it was large, it was clearly filled with machinery that might have fit in a hangar on Earth, but didn't quite have the same feel as the Earth based hangars, and it was a stark reminder to those on board that their means of leaving (when they had any means at all) was in a smaller version of what they all lived in now: a space ship. Shuttle class instead of Colony Class, but space ships everywhere they looked.
Having five functional ones running since right before the prior disastrous shore leave meant having the technical resources to run people thorugh basics of boarding, securing themselves and others, securing the shuttle itself, and getting back out again should the automatic locks fail. There were a slew of things to go over, and drills to set up and run as long as the people attending stuck with what they'd come there for.
All that after a run-down on basics in staying healthy in space. May they never need to apply the ones regarding existing in space in zero-g, but may they start being informed on precautions to take now.
With Ellen coming in from the lifts with the last of the stragglers, and Carolyn already waiting, Space Training 101 (there had to be a better name, but simple may indeed be best) was about to begin.
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But she's alive. She supposes that's something... though it doesn't mean she likes this place. Most people want to go home instead of out into this universe. Most people aren't dead back home. ] No way out. [ She sighs. ] If it's between the universe you know and the one you don't, which do you pick?
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You take what you've got.
[Wishing, waiting for more, that only led to disappointment. Or getting fucked over.]
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One hand runs through her hair, leaving the strands mussed up and not bothering to fix them. ]
Right. [ Part of her wants to ask if he thinks any of these people will survive, but the rest of her is too stubborn to admit that they might not. She doesn't want to die again, and her hand curls around her front, fingers pressed to her ribs. ] Right.