Turtle Wax [Open]

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

Samus needed a distraction. There had been a lot of talk about the Nightmare King lately, but no action as far as she could see. Even she was at a loss for what could be done. Nightmares were a inevitable part of her life, but they had become noticeably more striking recently. She wasn't exactly in a position to act, though. She had no magical powers, no mystical abilities. In her nightmares, she was, ultimately, helpless, a feeling which she did not like. She'd bring it up to the command crew, but she was sure they had already discussed it. Plus, she wasn't sure many of them could do more than she could.

She needed a distraction from it. She had headed down to Engineering and set her station up. Anyone who walked in would find the large chest chassis of her armor set out in front of her with an assortment of tools in place and a container of turtle wax waiting for use. An empty glass (which was probably filled before with some of Lex's "stash" in the crew lounge) sat next to the Hunter as she worked diligently.

Comments

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

Samus was well aware that someone had joined her, but couldn't be bothered to take note of them right away. She was too focused on her current task to care, anyway. It wasn't until Nova spoke that Samus glanced up from her work, her eyes meeting with the other woman's. She recognized her immediately, but wasn't quite sure what to expect now that Nova was sober.

"I am," she answered with a curt nod, and since there was no reason in being impolite, she asked curiously, "Your gun?"

[novembersghost.livejournal.com]

Nova wasn't all too bothered by that. Samus had seen her because she'd let herself be seen. It wasn't in her nature to sneak up on potentially dangerous people. Besides, there was no reason to. When Samus looked up from her work, Nova couldn't help the small smirk that curled across her lips. It seemed like her estimation of the hunter had been right on the money.

"So it separate from you after all then." She remarked offhandedly. It hadn't seemed that way at the bar. "Mm. One of them. It hasn't seen much use so I'm ensuring it's still in working order."

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

"Sort of hard to do maintenance on something that's attached to you all of the time," her eyes were already back down on her work. She could afford to devote a little attention to chatter, but she had to remember why she was here in the first place. She wasn't being intentionally unfriendly; she was just busy.