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It was once again time for Billy to assess the progress being made in this seemingly endless war with tasks and deadlines. So far, reorganization of the Engineering department was about 25% complete. Not terrible for a day's work, but he could certainly do better. Several projects were stalled pending discussion from the involved parties. His social time and interactions with the Rangers had taken a hit due to all of this.

Though he was following his orders to take more resting time during the day and having fun with Ronnae on many of the nights, nothing stopped him from taking on more than enough work to fill the compressed schedule.

Today's work: Supervising the new structure and performing odd jobs around the ship. Repairs were going well in the hangar, Neuropathy needed to be left alone, infrastructure was busy in the City. He visited wherever he could and lent a hand to each, struggling to find time for what he wanted to do in secret: move his personal belongings to his girlfriend's house.

As Billy wandered back and forth throughout the day, a stuffed backpack always accompanied him. Throughout the day, the loaded-down teenager made trips between a number of places on the upper levels and a particular house in the City. Distracted as he was with the constant juggling of omnicom, comm ring, tools, and items, he eventually wore himself out.

Where he ended up shouldn't be a surprise: in the city park, fast asleep, sprawled across an assortment of odd items. Somehow, he'd note when he woke up, he doubted this was what had been meant by the recommendation for 'personal time'.

((ooc: The two location tags basically mean you can catch him anywhere: asleep with shiny stuff to steal or rushing back and forth between the different areas of the ship. Just make a note of where you found him.))

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"Your world sounds...very serene." In comparison to his own, it was a paradise. Living in Ashenvale, it was easy to avoid the wars that the Humans, Orcs, Scourge and Burning Legion were waging. Of course it was only a matter of time before that, too came at an end, he thought, wistfully.

"No snow? How depressing! I loved snow when I was younger...I begged my father for the better part of two years to let me see it. Though...I can't ever say where I lived had snow, either. We were basked in eternal twilight."

Most of the ship was from earth, hm? That explained why there were so many Humans or people who looked a lot like them. It occurred to him that maybe Humans were the most plentiful race on most planets. With their short lifespan and ability to procreate so quickly, it certainly made sense.

"...What is your career?"

"It's not all serene, and definitely not all the time. It's just my segment of the world in that moment in history that's doing so well," Billy muttered.

"I was actually still in school, though I planned to become an inventor someday, though I could have been a chemist or a researcher also---I wasn't sure. People in more advanced fields don't complete their training until their mid twenties. I've been directing those skills toward our war efforts ever since I became a Ranger."

And it had only become a more dire situation since then, Billy thought, a light frown crossing his face.

Always with so many changes of emotions. Nokosi's eyebrows furrowed and he pursed his lips, "You don't seem very happy about it," he simply said. Then again, he had only met one person who didn't get moody or emotional when talking about their world. He found he could rarely compliment those worlds without being told it was something otherwise; what with all the heroes they all had.

"No...I wouldn't think it would be. But for the people who could live their lives normally because of the work you and your friends put in; they would certainly appreciate it if they knew."

A chemist, though, was certainly something he could relate to. "Chemistry is widely regarded as the same as Alchemy for Azerothians; the only difference being the use of magical herbs and items in some of the craft but the principals are the same."

"I wasn't as accustomed to loss as many of the people here," was Billy's explanation. "Despite the war taking up our time, we were still able to lead normal lives. We kept our parents and townspeople safe. There were close calls, but as far as we knew no one ever died. Then the Ohm came, mowing down all life on the planet within minutes. We tried, but we couldn't do a thing to stop them. It doesn't hurt as much as it used to, though."

He felt foolish admitting this to someone who had likely experienced far worse on a daily basis for many years, but that was how he felt.

"Yeah. We worked on all sorts of substances, but I largely focused on antidotes to the ailments inflicted on us in battle."

He waited a beat. "So are you starting to feel that you know me?"

Loss. One of the many reason he failed to truly relate to others on this ship. The things he was without would never quantify to those that others were without.

He could only really miss the idea of having parents there all along; the memory of his childhood was still there and that wasn't going anywhere. As much as he was welcomed into the Oliviera household, he hardly had the connection that some of the others had, or the actual family members had for one another. And his 'pets'...No one would ever consider that much of a loss, would they?

"...I did the same for alchemy. Though most of it was to account or prevent other issues for me, alone."

His hand slid from his chin to fall into his lap and he straightened up, turning his head to the sky. It was getting late; not that he minded. He knew, though, that Billy was supposed to visit Ronnae today. Best not to leave her waiting and thinking unsavory things, he concluded.

"I think...that I'm glad I know you as more than just 'engineering boss'," he said, smiling gently.

Billy would take that memory to heart. He smiled lightly, glad to know a little more about the man Ronnie called her good friend.

"I'm just Billy," he insisted, shaking his head with an amused expression. "Though if there's a title you'd prefer instead of Nokosi, I can arrange for that too."

"No, Nokosi is fine. The only title I obtained back in Azeroth was that of a Brewmaster. I was interested mainly because the methods to creating a great ale were similar to that of brewing potions or elixirs."

Long arms went up in the air in a stretch and he begin lifting himself off the ground slowly, with Fontaine following suit. "Was never any good at holding it. Shame, that."

Billy clambered up beside him, still slightly wary of Fontaine but more relaxed than before. "That's one motivation to master the craft," he said with a smile. "It's a good talent to have."

Fontaine huffed but made no other ill action towards the man as he walked over.

"I suppose if I saw fit to drink myself silly and never suffer the ill effects. It's pretty terrible, but I hear it makes for a funny story, according to Ronnae."

Nokosi tugged on Fontaine's ear playfully and turned back to Billy. "I'll be on my way back 'home' now, but if you're heading in the same direction, I surely wouldn't be opposed to company."

Billy hid a smile behind his hand. "I hope I don't have to witness it in person someday.

He slung his bag over his shoulder and waved. "I'm actually running off to check on a few more things first. I don't want to have to leave once I get to Ronnie's."

"Me either. I'm not very picky in that state," the elf admitted, laughing. "I suppose I'll see you later tonight."

He glanced at the sky again, then tapped his side in thought. Given how Ronnae was..."Well, tomorrow," he corrected.

A wave of his hand and a nudge in Fontaine's side and they began strolling off, as lazily and leisurely as they had arrived.

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