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If Mahan Could See Us Now

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PS stress is currently at 5, someone pointed out to me that they hadn't noticed so I thought I'd make it clear.
 
[X] Work late and arrive early. (+1 stress)

How many animals will we wind up after this chapter? Who knows, but we're going to need a farm to house them all soon.
 
[X] Work late and arrive early. (+1 stress)

So much stress... We're probably going to turn into full-on animal hoarder after this.
 
Okay

I have a plan

Step 1: hhh boss pretty
Step 2: should maybe date boss at some point
Steps 3-10: ?????
Step 11: everything is good now have pretty captain girlfriend

It has no flaws whatsoever.
 
[X] Take work home with you, despite this being against the rules (May cause trouble)

I honestly don't think we can take more stress, and we have cats at home which would help a bit, right?
 
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C2P6: Dawn and Dusk
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    • But your Bo'sun is not here and it does not seem like he will be making an appearance any time soon. From the reception you have had from the room so far it does not seem as though you are going to find many friends here either. So what choice do you have? You must be the model officer in the face of everything that has happened but there is nobody to turn to to ensure that that is possible. So you must simply work harder then.

    You begin to arrive at the office when there is still ice patterns curling across the windows, when the sun is still far below the horizon. You work by gas lamp, pen scratching paper the only sound without any other people to fill the empty room. The rest of the office arrives slowly, passing your desk without a word but bringing the room to life at least. It is lonely, in the hours before dawn as you work alone.

    The evening is much the same but in reverse. People leave while you eat at your desk, pen still scratching on reports, requests and reviews. It is dark by the time you leave, switching the lights off and locking the door hours after everyone else. The walk home is even more bitter than the morning, slick pavements slippery with ice. It is cold. It is lonely.

    The cats howl for attention as soon as you walk in the door but all you want to do is slide into your chill bed and sleep for the few hours you have. You force yourself to spend an hour with them, feeding them treats you've brought home from the stash you had for Marina, letting them wrap themselves around you and scratching them under their chins. Then the five of you crawl under the covers and you collapse into exhausted sleep for just a few hours until an alarm clock drags you protesting into wakefulness once more.

    +1 stress

    This goes on for several weeks. Every day waking up becomes harder, staying late becomes harder. But the work stops piling up, the supplies move on time and you get fewer irate sailors at your desk. That, surely, makes the long hours worth it.

    You are not sure what day it is or what time it is when Nikita appears at your desk. The sun is up. That means it is time to work.

    "I had heard the rumours that you were attempting to reach an early grave, Valentina, I would not have believed it if I had not seen it with my own eyes. You look tired, my friend."

    "I am tired, Nikita. But the work must be done." You realise it has been at least a week since you last spoke to another person other than a few words to the marines at the gate, the man at the shop where you buy groceries or your new Kapitan.

    "The work can wait for a night." He grins at you, teeth shiny, "Come out with me, Valentina, please."

    We all know what going out with Nikita means…
    [ ] I'd love to (option to destress)
    [ ] I have far too much work to do (refuse)
     
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    • [X] I have far too much work to do (refuse)

    Because fuck-it, let's suffer. And also there's probably someone watching us, waiting for us to do something which they can use to punish us. Being found out as a lesbian in this homophobic shithole would basically be a death sentence.
     
    [X] I have far too much work to do (refuse)
    Sorry, I'm still paranoid after reporting a plot against the crown to the secret police and accidentally getting my last boss shit-canned for not doing so himself.
     
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