[ for some reason, sally's always made a point to keep track of which pods a small handful of people frequent each jump. in part, it's a quick and easy way to make sure everything's still okay - that nobody she cares about has up and disappeared overnight.
it's a stupid habit. three times out of four, someone has. someone she never expected to lose - because see, there are people she expects to lose and people she doesn't, people she's got her eye on sharp and people she doesn't quite check on right away so it blindsides her when she glances down toward their pod and finds it sealed up tight.
it's been a couple of months since someone disappeared, and some part of her got it in her head that things were leveling out. but she finds herself now in front of robin's hollow pod, one hand lifting to press the glass as she wraps her head around this discovery. this tragedy. or maybe it's a good thing. maybe he's gone home.
maybe she'll never see him again.
sally's next exhale is a breath of laughter, borderline desperate but not quite enough to call her on it, and she retracts her hand so only a blue smear marks that it was ever there. in fact, she's taking a step back altogether, lips curling in the shadow of a sharp grin. ]
Well alright, then. [ it's astoundingly casual, much more so than the last time she discovered a friend's disappeared. ] If that's how we're gonna play this, fine.
[ and after a few more seconds (your character's window of opportunity), she turns to head for the showers. ]
lockers ( + bar)
[ sally's still a little wet from the shower when she slips into her clothes, wringing her hair out on the floor a little before she stands up and it tosses back over her shoulder. ]
Okay, [ she starts, clearly addressing the locker room at large - or at least her general vicinity. ] So, I'm pretty sure I don't know like 75% of you, but I'm about to head down to the bar on 005 to partake in a little thing my people like to call 'hardcore day-drinking'. Consider this an open invitation. Getting shit-faced is ten times more pathetic when I have to do it alone.
[ she ends her address with a two-fingered salute, then shuts her locker and turns to head for the door. you can catch her before she leaves, or find her chilling on a barstool in the fifth floor bar, take your pick. ]
sally malik | pods or lockers (and bar?? idek) | ota
pods.
[ for some reason, sally's always made a point to keep track of which pods a small handful of people frequent each jump. in part, it's a quick and easy way to make sure everything's still okay - that nobody she cares about has up and disappeared overnight.it's a stupid habit. three times out of four, someone has. someone she never expected to lose - because see, there are people she expects to lose and people she doesn't, people she's got her eye on sharp and people she doesn't quite check on right away so it blindsides her when she glances down toward their pod and finds it sealed up tight.
it's been a couple of months since someone disappeared, and some part of her got it in her head that things were leveling out. but she finds herself now in front of robin's hollow pod, one hand lifting to press the glass as she wraps her head around this discovery. this tragedy. or maybe it's a good thing. maybe he's gone home.
maybe she'll never see him again.
sally's next exhale is a breath of laughter, borderline desperate but not quite enough to call her on it, and she retracts her hand so only a blue smear marks that it was ever there. in fact, she's taking a step back altogether, lips curling in the shadow of a sharp grin. ]
Well alright, then. [ it's astoundingly casual, much more so than the last time she discovered a friend's disappeared. ] If that's how we're gonna play this, fine.
[ and after a few more seconds (your character's window of opportunity), she turns to head for the showers. ]
lockers ( + bar)
[ sally's still a little wet from the shower when she slips into her clothes, wringing her hair out on the floor a little before she stands up and it tosses back over her shoulder. ]Okay, [ she starts, clearly addressing the locker room at large - or at least her general vicinity. ] So, I'm pretty sure I don't know like 75% of you, but I'm about to head down to the bar on 005 to partake in a little thing my people like to call 'hardcore day-drinking'. Consider this an open invitation. Getting shit-faced is ten times more pathetic when I have to do it alone.
[ she ends her address with a two-fingered salute, then shuts her locker and turns to head for the door. you can catch her before she leaves, or find her chilling on a barstool in the fifth floor bar, take your pick. ]