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 Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 5:04 pm
It seemed like getting out of the labs was becoming a chore. Mau felt like he'd been living at his computer since... the last unfortunate outing. The base had been quite charged up over Will, or rather, Lance. Honestly, if he hadn't been on the raid, he would have been in the dark about what everyone was up in arms about.
The labs were sort of a safe haven. He got away from the gossip and whispers, away from grunts asking if he knew anything. He could just relax and focus on work.
But one could only stay hunched over their work for just so long. So Mau found himself heading to the cafe within the headquarters. Though not the most popular place on base, there was at least one person at every table when he reached his destination. Rather than fighting with the poor grunt who worked the cafe today, Mau settled on a bitter sweet mint tea before seeking a table. He had a few options. Sit with some of the gossiping grunts, return to the labs, or... hello, what was this? His eyes settled on Nadja, sitting at a table with her own drink.
Mau approached slowly and in a soft voice, greeted her. "Good afternoon Ma'am. Might I join you?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 2:49 am
She'd had quite enough infirmaries and not nearly enough chai, an unjust imbalance she was doing everything to right. So there was Nadja, with a bandage visible under the sleeve hole of her uniform, nursing a mug with half-lidded eyes. She'd taken a table near the windows, and was radiating a very clear 'If you're going to bother me it had better be important' aura to the surrounding Rockets.
And despite this, she was being bothered. Nadja looked up, ready to level a cool stare at the interrupter of her free time, and scaled it back when she saw who it was. "Oh, Mau. Yes, go ahead." He was, in her experience, sane and seasoned enough not to ask for something as idiotic as gossip or a promotion just after a raid. Especially that raid.
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