POWER-GOLF Despite being here on duty, Root seems to be enjoying the game. The chance to observe the BLUEs and VIOLETs in a more social experience is worth the uneventful patrol. It's easy enough for Root to place inordinate small bets against the BLUE who's expected to come in second using various nonexistent accounts. Once the BLUE does make second place, her own account with FE will see a nice little windfall to the tune of another 3000 credits. Hopefully the guy comes through.
Root sidles up to and nudges another RED, a confused look on her face as she watches the game for a moment.
"Does this resemble any version of golf you know?"
EVENING She's the cat that ate the canary. Root attends the Library reading (scandalous!) before taking herself for a stroll around the Complex. She sticks to the RED clearance areas, following a relatively boring path of regular daily duties. The only anomaly is when she disappears near the Medical Sector for awhile.
An hour after she disappears, Root emerges through the main entrance with a bounce in her step.
CLOSED TO L MARTIN - ROOM 1207 Despite how ugly those curtains are, the ORANGE-clearance rooms at least mean they don't have to deal with the high school lunch cafeteria aspect of this place. After a stop at the Commissary to get supplies, Root heads back to 1207 with plans to cook something at least slightly more palatable than the slop she's been eating for not even a week, now.
She exhales a chuckle once finished, feigning surprise at the fact that she's made way too much for just one person. Root turns to try to gain Lydia's attention.
"Wanna help me get rid of the evidence? For all I know the Computer'll sanction me for wasting this crap." She smiles good-naturedly then, shrugging. "Of course, you could do its work for it and get a room all to yourself if you turn me in."
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Despite being here on duty, Root seems to be enjoying the game. The chance to observe the BLUEs and VIOLETs in a more social experience is worth the uneventful patrol. It's easy enough for Root to place inordinate small bets against the BLUE who's expected to come in second using various nonexistent accounts. Once the BLUE does make second place, her own account with FE will see a nice little windfall to the tune of another 3000 credits. Hopefully the guy comes through.
Root sidles up to and nudges another RED, a confused look on her face as she watches the game for a moment.
"Does this resemble any version of golf you know?"
EVENING
She's the cat that ate the canary. Root attends the Library reading (scandalous!) before taking herself for a stroll around the Complex. She sticks to the RED clearance areas, following a relatively boring path of regular daily duties. The only anomaly is when she disappears near the Medical Sector for awhile.
An hour after she disappears, Root emerges through the main entrance with a bounce in her step.
CLOSED TO L MARTIN - ROOM 1207
Despite how ugly those curtains are, the ORANGE-clearance rooms at least mean they don't have to deal with the high school lunch cafeteria aspect of this place. After a stop at the Commissary to get supplies, Root heads back to 1207 with plans to cook something at least slightly more palatable than the slop she's been eating for not even a week, now.
She exhales a chuckle once finished, feigning surprise at the fact that she's made way too much for just one person. Root turns to try to gain Lydia's attention.
"Wanna help me get rid of the evidence? For all I know the Computer'll sanction me for wasting this crap." She smiles good-naturedly then, shrugging. "Of course, you could do its work for it and get a room all to yourself if you turn me in."