Floodwaters
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Re: [Mission 19.1] (HX-12 System)
Cabin 6
Sienna nodded as Citrine turned to leave, then bent down and gathered her cleaned things up in her arms. She couldn't help putting her face in them and taking a big whiff. They smelled fresh and actually even felt lighter. She didn't think she'd ever known her personal effects to be this clean. With another grin, she stepped back into the cabin and closed the door.
She laid her things on the desk in the back of the cabin and stripped out of her pajamas, tossing them on the bed. As she started to go back to her clothes, she thought better of leaving the silk garments wadded up in a heap amid the crumpled sheets, and went back to fold them up. When she was done, they certainly didn't look like they'd been folded by a professional, but at least they were somewhat neat and wouldn't crease. Dropping them back onto the bed, she walked back over to the desk.
Electing to leave the silk panties they'd given her on, she put on one of her white bras, and stepped into a pair of her thick dark utility pants. She grinned as she felt the coarse, tough fabric on her legs without the gritty, dirty feeling and oily or sticky patches. She pulled a dark green, tight fitting tank top over her head, working it down her torso and tucking it beneath the beltline of her pants. Then her belt. Sitting in the desk chair, she pulled a pair of her thick socks over her feet, and then it was on with her black boots. She almost laughed a little - they'd even scrubbed the outside and inside of her boots with a brush bristled with who-knew-what, because there wasn't a single bit of caked-on dirt or grime evident anywhere on them. She laced them up, pulling the last one tight and tying it off as she dropped her pant legs over them.
Standing before the cabin's mirror again, she ruffled her hair vigorously, trying to get it to lie down somewhat. Her eyes were still a little cloudy from sleep; perhaps she should just stop by the sink in the bathroom on the way up. She elected to leave her jacket in the cabin for the time being as well, as she didn't figure there'd really be any need for it. Other than that, she smirked in satisfaction. She looked like herself again, at least.
Wardroom
Sienna came up into the wardroom, dressed, her face washed, and hair finger-brushed down into submission. Once again the exotic smells of foods she didn't know the word for met her senses, and immediately her mouth moistened in anticipation of another hearty meal. The sound of sizzling and boiling only sweetened the experience. It seemed like the rest of the crew was already well into their meal around the central table, and the captain was in her usual place at the head. Seeing them all still dressed in those silly skintight suits made her suppress another grin, pursing her lips. She was so grateful she didn't have to strut about in one of those.
Wasting no time, she started for the buffet to see what was left.
Cabin 6
Sienna nodded as Citrine turned to leave, then bent down and gathered her cleaned things up in her arms. She couldn't help putting her face in them and taking a big whiff. They smelled fresh and actually even felt lighter. She didn't think she'd ever known her personal effects to be this clean. With another grin, she stepped back into the cabin and closed the door.
She laid her things on the desk in the back of the cabin and stripped out of her pajamas, tossing them on the bed. As she started to go back to her clothes, she thought better of leaving the silk garments wadded up in a heap amid the crumpled sheets, and went back to fold them up. When she was done, they certainly didn't look like they'd been folded by a professional, but at least they were somewhat neat and wouldn't crease. Dropping them back onto the bed, she walked back over to the desk.
Electing to leave the silk panties they'd given her on, she put on one of her white bras, and stepped into a pair of her thick dark utility pants. She grinned as she felt the coarse, tough fabric on her legs without the gritty, dirty feeling and oily or sticky patches. She pulled a dark green, tight fitting tank top over her head, working it down her torso and tucking it beneath the beltline of her pants. Then her belt. Sitting in the desk chair, she pulled a pair of her thick socks over her feet, and then it was on with her black boots. She almost laughed a little - they'd even scrubbed the outside and inside of her boots with a brush bristled with who-knew-what, because there wasn't a single bit of caked-on dirt or grime evident anywhere on them. She laced them up, pulling the last one tight and tying it off as she dropped her pant legs over them.
Standing before the cabin's mirror again, she ruffled her hair vigorously, trying to get it to lie down somewhat. Her eyes were still a little cloudy from sleep; perhaps she should just stop by the sink in the bathroom on the way up. She elected to leave her jacket in the cabin for the time being as well, as she didn't figure there'd really be any need for it. Other than that, she smirked in satisfaction. She looked like herself again, at least.
Wardroom
Sienna came up into the wardroom, dressed, her face washed, and hair finger-brushed down into submission. Once again the exotic smells of foods she didn't know the word for met her senses, and immediately her mouth moistened in anticipation of another hearty meal. The sound of sizzling and boiling only sweetened the experience. It seemed like the rest of the crew was already well into their meal around the central table, and the captain was in her usual place at the head. Seeing them all still dressed in those silly skintight suits made her suppress another grin, pursing her lips. She was so grateful she didn't have to strut about in one of those.
Wasting no time, she started for the buffet to see what was left.