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Post by Larkin Jones on Jul 8, 2016 17:31:59 GMT
She had heard through the grapevine how people wanted to put up the radio station again, with a secure frequency of course, given that they weren't the last survivors of humanity after all. One of the former hosts had always claimed that and had been declared mad. Well, while she knew he was mad, for other reasons, it seemed luck had struck and he was right about that. As the only surviving host - so far, there might have been some on the other stations with which they didn't have contact with yet - she made her way to the engineer that apparently took to the task.
Larkin stayed in the door for a moment, looking at him work. She always found people who could do something like that fascinating. They could make so much, life giving things from basically nothing. And in this case, what he meant to do was to better his peoples life through something simple, seemingly insignificant. It was a great idea.
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Post by Kyle Wick on Jul 8, 2016 22:53:35 GMT
His only saving grace was that no one really knew he had been not-dating Raven, thus no one really knew she had broken up from their 'not-dating' relationship. Kyle was piddling with some equipment that was supposed to help clear up one of the screens. He had been reduced to Mr. Fix-it. On the Ark he was one of the up and coming Engineers, and not so subtly called one of the brightest minds in his field--and now he was fixing monitors. He tossed the screwdriver aside and exhaled loudly. It wasn't the memories that bothered him. It was the silence. Wick looked down at the monitor and wanted to break it. Anger had never been apart of his forty but recently he just didn't care. He felt like he was just . . . alone. Everyone else had at least a friend, but his were paired off in twos and he wasn't ready to be the third wheel.
The sounds of feet walking in had Wick looking up at the woman. She got right to the point, and Wick felt a moment of internal panic. Shit! What had he volunteered for? After Raven had left him he was not paying attention to everything Sinclair brought him. "Yeah," Kyle said in a tone that said 'I have no idea what you are saying but I'm going to try it anyway'. "Remind me what I am doing again?" He really needed to stop sitting here in feeling sorry for himself and try to get out. Work was all he had right now. Wick really hoped she didn't think he was a slacker, and instead saw that he was willing just not paying attention to what he was supposed to be doing.
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Post by Larkin Jones on Jul 17, 2016 15:00:24 GMT
Larkin wasn't necessarily the greatest empath face to face, but it seemed like he, like many people, struggled with his current position. She couldn't blame him one bit. She, herself, was still struggling with what happened during the culling. It left her with a parent less and then the crash with an adoptive "sibling" she didn't exactly expect. She had a hard time considering the kid a sibling, actually, due to the age difference, but she was okay with him, liked him even and he was good for the family, he made the healing a bit easier. So Larkin knew earth could be hard on people. Apparently in his case, it was.
"I have been told you wanted to fix the radio station on a... secure frequence thing." Without an invitation she plopped down on his desk, making a bit of room there by gently wiggling her ass, careful not to damage something while doing that. "You know, I find it a rather good idea. I wanted to get our of that, but looking at it now, I think it's a great idea. People here, like you and me, we've ripped out of out status quo and this new one is scary to say the least. I think something familiar might be great. So if you'd set it up, I would step up again."
Kyle Wick
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