[video]

[raisedbybirds]

[Terms like 'down time' and 'free time' were somewhat of a foreign concept to Samus up until only a few days ago. Between bombing and catacombing and Mongolian battling and Monster slaying, and then believing it some imperative duty to patrol around the Hold in-between those times like an armored guard dog set on (well justified) high alert, she's not given herself much of a moment to relax. Samus has, however, has made it a point to become in need of a good shower very acquainted with the tablet-formerly-netbook device, and especially appreciates the recent upgrade. Her technology is still far more advanced than the tiny little device, but it suits its purpose well enough.

Much the same, she's made it suit her purposes, if literally. The particularly astute will recognize this video feed is coming from the forearm of this person, fixed in place as if it's just another part of them.

"Person" is a generous term--what's being displayed could be more accurately described as a orange suit of armor from the torso up, heck, maybe even some kind of space robot with how distinctive it looks. (Though, there's also something very organic about the suit, like it were a second skin in some parts.) The voice is quite muffled under the helmet and opaque green visor--to the point of questionably androgyny.]

...

[It's a very talkative robot person. A damage report seems utterly moot.]

More Transports and more Exiles. It really is a testament to how miserable this place can be when the island population never seems to grow despite that. Some of the new arrivals seem... ill.

[Then again, if the last mission was any indication time can change anything, can't it...?]

I suppose an overdue introduction is in order. Here's my resume for what it's worth. Take it or leave it.

SAMUS ARAN
» Bounty Hunter (and for hire)
» Formerly employed with the Galactic Federation. Includes both military and police experience.
» Guns and fists, I'm skilled with both. I don't miss my mark, either.
» Piloting, with a preference for smaller ships.
» Also skilled with mech and tech, though mech is more my thing.
» Common sense is also an important skill to note.
» Not fond of dance parties.

[ACTION for el residentes of unit 406]
[KNOCK KNOCK. HONEY, I'M HOME. Actually Samus might have let herself in and out of here previously just to quickly use the shower, chances are when no one, or Maya was present so no time paradoxes happen and saying nothing more than 'hi' and 'bye' before leaving as quickly as she came.

But now, running ragged, Samus thinks she is ready to give this... roommate thing a real try. It couldn't be worse than the fiasco in Adam's place, or sleeping outside in the dirt another night, could it? Hopefully her roommates are ready to give the big armored person standing at the door a try too.]

[OPEN ACTION]
[When not needed Samus is an elusive creature, but the towering armored person can be found especially if your name is Mia patrolling around the Initiative Hold and in the city--there's still plenty for Samus to explore, being here only a little over a month now.]

Comments

[raisedbybirds]

[Challenges that involve Very Social Situations are very circumstantial, Dr. Freeman.]

....maybe.

[Maybe kind of sort of no not really...]

[trustycrowbar]

I wasn't planning on going myself, I was going to catch up on some, uh... i-it occurs to me that a social affair like this would be a good opportunity to put the rest of that resume of yours to use. You may get more work there talking to people, than just sitting at a bar somewhere.

And look at it this way, you don't even have to lose the suit. It's a masquerade, after all.

[Although she'd be a heart-stopping sight in a gown, HE KNOWS BETTER THAN TO BRING IT UP.]

[raisedbybirds]

I fail to see how a lifetime expertise of bounty hunting has any practical application at a masquerade, sans playing body guard or bouncer.

[Or infiltration and espionage of some kind, maybe, which she's never really done in such a... formal setting either.]

I'm also getting conflicting reports about the don't-have-to-lose-the-suit part.

[trustycrowbar]

N-no, you don't understand. The ball itself isn't a job, but making yourself visible there might get you some jobs later. Especially if you talk to the right people.

[He's familiar with this from college. What you knew meant a lot there, but WHO you know was almost as important. Fellowships and paid work weren't going to spontaneously appear, they had to be sought for. Just to get that job in Austria he had to rub elbows with advisers and visiting lecturers so damn much that it's a wonder all his sleeves don't have patches on them. It was a tough lesson to learn for an antisocial post-doc like he was.]

Wait, someone said you had to lose the suit? Why? Technically it serves the purpose, hides your identity just fine. Although... the point is to look different I guess, and you do wear it all the time.

[raisedbybirds]

So... an excuse for networking.

[She'd so much rather let her resume and reputation do the talking for her.]

Ranka mentioned it. [Ranka seems like a bonafide expert on the subject. Samus shifts a little awkwardly.]

I could still retain a mask.

[but then she would be easily identifiable by her boobs]

[trustycrowbar]

[Half of these people don't even know you HAVE boobs yet, Samus.]

Now you're getting the idea... Tell you what. If you go, I'll meet you there. Power suit, or a mask and dress or whatever. [Though as mentioned before: all things considered, he'd rather it be a dress.] That way you'll at least have someone to wallflower with.

[raisedbybirds]

[touche]

I'll consider it. Vanadi dis propose a nice offer...

[combined with Ranka's pleas, will probably be the final nail on the coffin...]

[trustycrowbar]

You mean something other than the food?

[raisedbybirds]

A job; body guard.

[trustycrowbar]

[...Yup. He has to admit, the masked epicure knows just what to say to convince someone.]

Huh. In that case, I don't see any reason not to go, if I were you.

[raisedbybirds]

You said you were going... to catch up on something?

[trustycrowbar]

Just some... work that I was using as an excuse not to go, really.

[raisedbybirds]

[Ah.]

Don't work yourself too hard.

[trustycrowbar]

[Look who's talking.]

If I go, that won't be a problem. Which of course I plan to now.

[raisedbybirds]

[She's only a hypocrite sometimes.]