Test Story the Second: A Promotion
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aldersprigThe base of this came from a 7th Sanctum generator. Not sure about this one, either, but it's another interesting beginning
"It's not like we need to learn this shit anyway. I mean, what's there to learn? The world was there and then it ended. Everything blew up and here we are." Benji kicked the ground. "I could be doing something useful, like scrounging the wrecks or hunting down Ovarod spawn."
"Or helping Malcom with the still he's building." Thad had slightly different priorities than Benji, but they agreed on the basics: History class was a sad, Ovarod-feces waste of time, and Math and science weren't much better.
"The still would be nice. I can't remember the last time I had some nice..."
"Benjamin Widdowson-Chatwyn?" The voice cut over Benji's reminisces.
"I didn't do it!" He twisted, yelped, and jumped all at once. His mother did that to him, complete with full name. Nobody but her ever called him Benjamin.
Next to him, Thad sniggered. Oh, Benji was going to be living this one down for weeks. He coughed and tried to redeem himself.
"That is, yes, I'm Benjamin Widdowson-Chatwyn." He bowed, smiled, and managed to look the woman in front of him up and down all at the same time.
Her hair was so blonde as to almost be white, her smile was just a little too amused, her ankles were beautiful, and the rest of her was covered in a Recovery Service uniform. "How can I service, ah, help the Service?"
"That is the proper question." Her smirk was growing to a full-fledged grin. "Your uncle thought I might be able to use you; he said you were eager for promotion."
"Promotion? I mean - graduation, sure. But it's not like I have a ow Thad what the Ovarod-trails?" He danced away from his friend, who seemed to have suddenly developed a twitch in his leg.
"What Benji means is that of course he wants the promotion, Corporal. Doesn't he?"
"What? Oh, yes. Yes, Corporal." If you moved past the severe nature of her field gear, the Corporal was a stunning woman. And anything had to be better than learning the history of a destroyed world. "Is Thad up for promotion too?"
"That remains to be seen. For now, however, Private Widdowson-Chatwyn, we have a quest for you."
"It's not like we need to learn this shit anyway. I mean, what's there to learn? The world was there and then it ended. Everything blew up and here we are." Benji kicked the ground. "I could be doing something useful, like scrounging the wrecks or hunting down Ovarod spawn."
"Or helping Malcom with the still he's building." Thad had slightly different priorities than Benji, but they agreed on the basics: History class was a sad, Ovarod-feces waste of time, and Math and science weren't much better.
"The still would be nice. I can't remember the last time I had some nice..."
"Benjamin Widdowson-Chatwyn?" The voice cut over Benji's reminisces.
"I didn't do it!" He twisted, yelped, and jumped all at once. His mother did that to him, complete with full name. Nobody but her ever called him Benjamin.
Next to him, Thad sniggered. Oh, Benji was going to be living this one down for weeks. He coughed and tried to redeem himself.
"That is, yes, I'm Benjamin Widdowson-Chatwyn." He bowed, smiled, and managed to look the woman in front of him up and down all at the same time.
Her hair was so blonde as to almost be white, her smile was just a little too amused, her ankles were beautiful, and the rest of her was covered in a Recovery Service uniform. "How can I service, ah, help the Service?"
"That is the proper question." Her smirk was growing to a full-fledged grin. "Your uncle thought I might be able to use you; he said you were eager for promotion."
"Promotion? I mean - graduation, sure. But it's not like I have a ow Thad what the Ovarod-trails?" He danced away from his friend, who seemed to have suddenly developed a twitch in his leg.
"What Benji means is that of course he wants the promotion, Corporal. Doesn't he?"
"What? Oh, yes. Yes, Corporal." If you moved past the severe nature of her field gear, the Corporal was a stunning woman. And anything had to be better than learning the history of a destroyed world. "Is Thad up for promotion too?"
"That remains to be seen. For now, however, Private Widdowson-Chatwyn, we have a quest for you."
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Date: 2014-08-06 05:42 pm (UTC)Still not remotely steampunky, but I think I'm getting closer.
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Date: 2014-08-15 01:30 am (UTC)But no, did not strike me as steampunk. More straight post-apoc SF. But steampunk is tough for some reason.
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Date: 2014-08-15 01:34 am (UTC)Maybe next time test-clockwork comes up in the list I'll do a bit more on this one.
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