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Who: Anyone who wants to meet Marged
When: Afternoon
Where: Engineering bay
Warnings/Rating: None
"Do you mind?"
The engineering bay was a hive of activity, as always. Techs, programmers and engineers crawled all over the new line of Mark 2 Jaegers, getting them ready for pilots. The air was full of the sound of industry, which mainly sounded like people banging large bits of metal on other bits of metal.
Marged didn't mind. One of the engineers had dragged a couch out here and she was spread out on it, laptop resting on her stomach and cup of tea in hand. The battered brown thing and a few crates formed a kind of unofficial break area. It was probably not for trainees, and definitely not for Marged- hence the rather miffed question from one of the Jaeger techs. Marged smiled back sunnily and toasted him with her mug.
"Nah, I'm good thanks. You carry on."
She slurped at her tea and carried on writing, rapid Welsh filling the screen.
<Anyway, Nia, I'm not in a giant warehouse full of cute boys, no matter what you think you know from the recruitment ads. It's cold out here, there's no clubs and I miss you. Hope you're taking no crap from mam and looking after mamgu now I'm not there.>
When: Afternoon
Where: Engineering bay
Warnings/Rating: None
"Do you mind?"
The engineering bay was a hive of activity, as always. Techs, programmers and engineers crawled all over the new line of Mark 2 Jaegers, getting them ready for pilots. The air was full of the sound of industry, which mainly sounded like people banging large bits of metal on other bits of metal.
Marged didn't mind. One of the engineers had dragged a couch out here and she was spread out on it, laptop resting on her stomach and cup of tea in hand. The battered brown thing and a few crates formed a kind of unofficial break area. It was probably not for trainees, and definitely not for Marged- hence the rather miffed question from one of the Jaeger techs. Marged smiled back sunnily and toasted him with her mug.
"Nah, I'm good thanks. You carry on."
She slurped at her tea and carried on writing, rapid Welsh filling the screen.
<Anyway, Nia, I'm not in a giant warehouse full of cute boys, no matter what you think you know from the recruitment ads. It's cold out here, there's no clubs and I miss you. Hope you're taking no crap from mam and looking after mamgu now I'm not there.>
