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 Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2016 8:35 pm
Briiva grunted, pushing open the door to her dorm room with her shoulder, arms wrapped around one of her most precious possessions: Her collection of alcohol. She had saved this box for last, not wanting it to be in the way, lest it was hit and something broke. She currently had everything of hers squarely in her side of the shared room. She wasn't sure who she would be sharing the space with, and she wanted to make sure that her pile of boxes didn't look too messy when she met them. Carefully setting the box on her desk, Briiva decided to celebrate the impressive achievement of bringing all of her things up by herself by opening the box immediately and pulling out a bottle of Jameson. Plopping down on her bed, she pulled out the cork and swung the bottle back. This one was half empty; she would have to figure out how to keep her stock up here. If the supplies were there, Briiva figured she could experiment and make her own. The chemistry was a simple enough thing for her, after all. She leaned back against the bed's headboard, kicking her legs up across the bed. For now, she was content to sit in the pile of her as-of-yet to be upacked s**t. Word Count: 216, Total: 216
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2016 3:37 am
It was strange, moving into a dorm. That felt very much like a college-exclusive thing, and while Davor was attending, it certainly wasn't the freshman experience of being finally away from home. In fact, this dorm felt far too luxurious from what he was used to since he'd struck out on his own for so many years. There were very very few things he'd had to worry about packing up and bringing into his newly-assigned room.
From the other room his own was attached to, however, he'd heard much more of a commotion. They were connected by a bathroom, of all things, something Davor was already vowing to himself to keep as low-key as possible in. He'd been able to ignore the idea of having to share living space with another for only so long, but it was, strangely, seemingly inevitable to meet another chosen by Hephaestus. Was this the hardest part of being Chosen? Very well quite possibly.
Davor took a moment to steel himself for the inevitable introduction. Someone had to make the first move, and it seemed he was the one. Cautiously, he moved through the bathroom and hesitated at the door that ostensibly connected them. It seemed suddenly quiet in the other room, and he wondered if the other person had left to bring in more stuff. Well, it would only be polite to offer his help, right? Just in case?
Knocking softly on the door to the other room, he spoke up. "Hello? You must be my --" s**t, what was the word. "--mate? Do you need help?" Close enough. Something-mate. He tried to concentrate as hard as possible on keeping his voice understandable, ever-conscious of the thick accent had in this country.
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2016 12:53 pm
Briiva jumped at the sudden knock on her door. Scrambling to get out of her bed while also keeping hold of her whiskey, she stumbled onto the floor, only to realize that there was some sheets there, as she had yet to actually make her bed. with a loud "Shiiit!" Briiva lost her footing, twisting her waist while holding out her bottle in an attempt to keep her precious alcohol from spilling. She hit the floor, but was fortunate enough to have her fall softened by a box full of linens. "just a minute!" Briiva laid back, staring at the ceiling. Honestly, here felt nice. She didn't have to get up. She could..right, booze. A quick glance at her bottle allowed Briiva a sigh of relief; the Jameson was intact, and had only spilled a little in the commotion. Pushing herself up, Briiva straightened her tank top and yoga pants; Essential clothing for moving s**t. Making her way to the door, Briiva took a quick swig from her bottle. "Coming!" The door opened, and opposite of Davor was a small Korean woman, black and red hair mussed from her fall, bright hazel eyes beaming up at him. Briiva had to gently readjust her glasses before holding out her hand. "Hullo! you must be my new roomie!" She grinned practically ear to ear. Word Count: 223, Total: 439
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2016 5:39 pm
The only response Davor could give to the sudden increase in activity behind the door was a raise of his brows. It was worrisome, but her just a minute kept him standing there expectant. Perhaps this was a bad time. It sounded like a bad time. He chided himself for imposing himself too early, but also, when did he mind keeping his distance? He opened his mouth to speak, excuse himself, when his new something-mate spoke up again. More than that, she finally revealed herself.
Immediately, Davor had to re-adjust his gaze. She was tiny compared to his awkward bulk taking up the doorway. Her smile only inspired his usual too-serious expression. His blue eyes met her own bright hazel for a moment, before looking away. That was a bottle in her hand, he confirmed, and he couldn't help but fixate on that.
Not so much that he completely forgot his manners, of course. With the same caution always inspired by contact with others, Davor shook her hand. He tried to ignore superstition, while he was at it. Despite his intimidating looks, his handshakes were always hesitant, soft even. Not much of an impression made there.
"Yes," he answered low. s**t, was roomiemate the word? "I am Davor." If there was one good thing about living here, it meant he had no need to introduce himself by his full name, patronymic and all. Concerned there might be an awkward pause, he added, "Good to meet another... Chosen." It was still something strange to have to wrap his head around. Also, he kept forgetting how to pronounce the name of his own god. His god? Was that right?
He could only hope this woman would be able to provide some modicum of stability in this strange, strange situation. That or, apparently, booze.
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2016 9:05 pm
"Davor, huh? Pleased to meet ya! You care for something to drink?" Briiva shook her bottle to make sure that her new roommate didn't think she meant something as pedestrian as water. "I've already drank from it, but it's alcohol, so it doesn't really matter." She found herself looking up more than usual with Davor, not that she minded. The excitement of having a new roomie was currently inflating her mood. "Yeah, still not sure about this whole 'chosen by Hephaestus' thing, but the facilities are fancy, these rooms are pretty sweet, so I'm pretty sure that this isn't just an illegal organ harvesting ring. And if it is, I can rest easy knowing that my liver is no use to them." Briiva went back into her room, bending over to dig through one of her boxe, pulling out balled up paper until she revealed two shot glasses. Setting them on the one free surface she had, Briiva went head and poured the whiskey into both glasses. Worst case, Davor didn't drink, which meant two shots for her. Taking two now full glasses, Briiva drunk-sauntered to the doorway, holding one one of the shots for Davor to take. "I'm going to school for Space Propulsion, so I of course have a keen interest on any liquid that could be used for combustion. Bonus points for intoxication. What about you?" She didn't seem to have taken much stock on his features (which of course could be partly the fact that she was already slightly drunk) but for her part, Briiva was looking intensely up at Davor, intent on giving him her full attention for however he was going to respond to her inquiry. Word Count: 286, Total: 725
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2016 11:43 pm
There was a guilty sort of thrill at having drink offered right off the bat. It was one of Davor's favorite pastimes, after all, and it helped that it was a cute girl manning the bottle. Ah -- but that sort of thinking should have been long since left behind. He only waited, patient and expectant as ever, trying to keep up with Briiva's flurry of words. And with her back turned, he took the opportunity to mouth the name to himself: Hephaestus. Sometimes he thought he had it down, but most times he hesitated. Probably he was going to ******** it up again, next inevitable introduction, but whatever.
Davor was already starting to pick up that his roomiemate here was a clever one. More than that, actually. He felt a hearty sense of admiration as she brought up her own area of study, basically rocket science right?, and tried not to compare himself too much. His own science, well... Conscious of the prosthetic arm hanging at his side, Davor had his flesh-and-blood hand take the shot glass, still trying to train himself into using his non-dominant hand. He was grateful, both for the drink itself and the opportunity to stall. In truth, he wasn't sure he wanted to open up quite just yet.
"Budmo," he toasted as amiably as he could manage while feeling so uncertain under Briiva's intense gaze. With experienced ease, he downed the whiskey in one smooth go, humming appreciatively at the comfortable burn of it. Hell, anyone with such a healthy love for alcohol couldn't be so bad. He straightened just a bit, apparently emboldened by the drink. "I make prostheses. Studying robotics, to improve." He kept up his deadpan manner, but added, half-joking, "I do not like combustion, no. Intoxication, yes."
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2016 9:59 am
Briiva toasted along with Davor, throwing the drink back quickly, but savoring the taste rather than gulp it down instantly. Sighing outwardly, she grinned up at her new roomie, only for her eyes to widen when he told her about his fields of study. "You make prostheses? That's awesome! I always love reading about advances in those fields, they're always so interesting, and important too! Do you have any with you that I could take a look at?" Briiva's eyes gleamed, although she obviously hadn't yet realized that Davor was, in fact, wearing one. The really cool thing, is the technology behind that sort of thing is important for space travel. If you can make a robot that you can control as if it were your own body, you would be able to operate it in hostile environments that we would otherwise need huge bulky space suits for, which would have so sacrifice precision and mobility for safety!" Briiva seemed downright giddy before realizing that she had launched into a tangent. "Heh, Sorry." She grinned up at the older man, looking guilty. "I can get carried away pretty easily, especially with something as fascinating as that!" word count: 196, total: 921
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2016 12:28 pm
While Briiva's enthusiasm was lovely, flattering even, Davor was more familiarly swamped with hesitation. It was an obstacle he knew he'd have to deal with, coming into more regular contact with others again. How long could he possibly hide it? Was it more acceptable to share such a thing with a roomiemate? He felt his stomach sink at the idea she might catch him without his prosthetic arm -- but none of this torrent of worry showed on his face as he listened to the woman's excited chatter.
Bless those people out there who could do most of the talking in a conversation, really. Davor saw an easy out from having to show his prostheses, and though he felt guilty by what felt like a manipulative tactic, he shook his head and reassured her, trying to encourage further tangents. "Do not apologize. I agree. I began my studies later in life. Never knew how much technology could do." Again, he prompted Briiva, looking expectant. "Do you plan using the lab?" It was something he'd been thinking about since he'd learned the Prytaneum had one. Frankly, he liked the idea of seeing his new roomie there, too.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2016 7:46 pm
Briiva blinked in slight surprise at the sudden change in topic. "It's more important what can be done with technology. Look at 3-D printing, which I'm sure you're familiar with. What started as a cool quirky way to custom manufacture plastics has become a vital tool to improving medical sciences, even to expanding fields like yours. In a few years, the field of prostheses with be able to include replacement organs with us now able to mimic things like capillary veins, fully reproduce hearts. Give it enough time, I bet organic prostheses will be able to replicate organ based on your own DNA. Super cool stuff!" At the mention of the lab, Briiva's expression changed to something akin to concern. "I have been meaning to drop in and see what kind of equipment they've got there, mostly so I can make sure they have a blast room. I'm building my thesis on combustion-alternative propulsion drives. We've already got some on a small scale like ion drives for satellites, but what I'm hoping to help realize are large scale projects, like the EM-Drive currently making it's rounds. We're not going ot be able to stay here forever, and finding a better way to navigate space is a big stepping stone to looking for other planets to colonize- And I'm in a tangent again, sorry!" Briiva colored, smiling a little sheepishly. "I do plan on making use of the lab, there's a lot of things we need to invent before we can really explore space, I just want to do my part to make it happen sooner." She leaned against her door frame, regaining some of her composure. "Doesn't matter when you start either ya know. The important thing is never stop learning and looking for answers. I doubt the first person to make a three dimensional printer realized just how revolutionary it was going to be. Never know when you're going to stumble on something that can change the world, and you might not even realize it if you're not keeping an eye out."
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