Re: Shackleton: Quarters and Mess
Dizzy ducked through the door that connected the general quarters to the mess hall, a slightly irritated look on her face. Yesterday, yesterday had been her day. Ceremonies for the departing vessels, for good fortune, for fond friends who would be apart for some time. She'd attended the blood mingling ceremony as one of their crewmen promised themselves to a traditionalist Serntiaari woman, should he survive his service. Late at night, she'd gathered the Gareshi together in an isolated part of the low berths and lead them through the Gorumite ritual for warriors about to brave the Long Winter, to affirm their dedication to each other, to pray for worthy adversaries, and to ask for favor in finding valuable resources in the field.
Now. Now it was today, and it was the crews' day, managing the functions of their vessel, and winning whatever glories voidmen took from the stars in their continued survival. And she'd started it off by upending the remnants of last night's ceremonial meal into an orange plastic baggie.
She looked cross as she made her way between the rows of benches. She'd ditched the jacket of her uniform in favor of a tank-top since she was off duty. Indarian atmospheric controls were almost universally set at a warmth native Gareshi equated with the swelter of summer, and though she'd come a long way to acclimate in the passed few years the jacket was still something she wore only to appease superior officers. Hanging around her neck was an amulet of red metal, fashioned into the shape of a downward pointing sword, and strapped to her hip with an 9.5" blade which she kept primarily for ceremonial purposes.
"Water and a hard biscuit." she said, eschewing smalltalk with the quartermaster for the moment. She quietly took her tray to an open space and set it down, biting down hard into the biscuit and then tearing the chunk in her mouth away with a turn of her head. She took her time chewing it though, reaching down and pulling a fresh deck of cards out of her cargo pockets. She opened the box and took out the tiny folded paper instruction booklet, starting to read as she washed down her first bite.
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