Posted by Commander Shara Calloway (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Lounge- Contemplations
The aftermath of their mission still lingered and Shara could see those effects woven into so much of everyone’s daily life on the Asimov. It was something that was going to take time to unravel, especially since people like her had been so adamant about each crewmember committing to their personas. ‘Elaine’ was having a hard time dissipating, but Shara felt more like herself each and every day. So much so that she was sitting in one of the padded chairs in the corner seating set-up, casual in her ‘off-duty’ uniform of a grey turtleneck sweater and black cargo pants. Her boots were off and she had her socked toes braced on the edge of the low coffee table while she strummed her guitar, humming. It felt good to be playing again in this way- a release of sorts- and she was about as unguarded as most of the crew had ever seen her.

~Shara Calloway, CIO

Aasrel picked a comfy, padded chair and took a seat. Though many of the implants were gone, he still wore a long sleeved shirt and gloves, paired with long pants, high socks, and casual shoes. His hair carefully arranged on his head. He was lucky in terms of the post mission effects, having not had an alternate ID, but instead been deemed a traitor. He had enough identity issues as it was, anyway.

He recognized the crew member with the guitar, he’d seen her around but only spoken to her under professional circumstances, as a doctor and patient. That was, for now, not the case, and so he offered a small wave. His attempt at friendliness, a skill he was out of practice with.

~ Izei, CMO