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witchesreign2011-05-15 02:45 am
Jump 01 | Action | Cafeteria
[Rose is taking the whole situation in stride. Seriously, there are only so many times one can be trapped in another universe and join up with the local military before even that gets a little routine. Going back to school, though... that's new.
She doesn't bother to visit the dorm and change out of her UNIT uniform, deciding instead to jump right into this new life. Truth be told, she has never cared for academics, but she knows better than to give up a chance like this.
She sets herself up at an empty table in the Cafeteria, her new course catalogue open in front of her and a steaming cup of tea close at hand. Her beret and gloves are left in a careless pile nearby. Using her truncheon as an oversized bookmark, she studies the book and scribbles some notes onto the back of her welcome letter.
Rose finds herself stuck on what to specialise in. Firearms and Projectiles seems like a natural fit, but a couple of other areas catch her eye. Does she want to train in a subject that she's already comfortable with, or should she branch out? She stares at the pages, willing them to answer her.
Eventually she sighs and looks away, resting her chin on her hand. Help or a distraction would be welcome right about now.]
She doesn't bother to visit the dorm and change out of her UNIT uniform, deciding instead to jump right into this new life. Truth be told, she has never cared for academics, but she knows better than to give up a chance like this.
She sets herself up at an empty table in the Cafeteria, her new course catalogue open in front of her and a steaming cup of tea close at hand. Her beret and gloves are left in a careless pile nearby. Using her truncheon as an oversized bookmark, she studies the book and scribbles some notes onto the back of her welcome letter.
Rose finds herself stuck on what to specialise in. Firearms and Projectiles seems like a natural fit, but a couple of other areas catch her eye. Does she want to train in a subject that she's already comfortable with, or should she branch out? She stares at the pages, willing them to answer her.
Eventually she sighs and looks away, resting her chin on her hand. Help or a distraction would be welcome right about now.]

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Keeping an eye out in case he slumps into his mug and drowns, she takes an appreciative sip of her own tea.]
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Oh... Are you new, here?
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Rose sets down her cup with a smile.]
Yeah, I just got here. They kitted me up to be a Cadet and everythin'.
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No, this is what I was wearing when I fell through. I'm with [No, that's not right.] I was with the military.
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[Rose isn't, really. As history has shown, she will adapt and survive and anything beyond that will be a happy coincidence.]
What about you? Have you been here long?
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The food and drink, especially. [Just eyeing his coffee with distate.]
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Well, canteens were never known for their quality. It's hard to get even a decent cuppa there.
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Though some people like that sorta thing...
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Off-planet...?
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I'm not surprised. Norms change from place to place, and your accent didn't seem Chinese.
Ah... I traveled a lot.
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I'm... not sure if that made any sense.
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Mm... just lucky, I guess. Met a man with a ship, then joined up with a group with the same kinda technology.