[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

[acemedium]

[Maya hops around with her, probably out of the intent to be helpful but she's really just looking at Samus curiously]

[The apartment probably looks plain: Barnaby wasn't at all a fan of the the time of redecorating Maya wanted to do]

A few months! And um, there was a girl who was here before.... I guess you could sleep where she slept?

[raisedbybirds]

[Samus is pointedly ignoring Maya, determined to map out the tiny apartment in detail.]

Who was here before?

[DID THEY EVER CLEAN THE BED...]

[acemedium]

[RUDE TBH. It's not going to deter her anyway!!]

Her name was Jo Harvelle!

[... And that's all she's got, apparently.]

[raisedbybirds]

[Maya that is unhelpful.]

Do you know where she went?

[Oh hey Samus found the kitchen. And the refrigerator. More importantly what is inside hmmm.]

[acemedium]

[Um excuse you she's the most helpful. But her smile slips down a few notches at that]

No.. She just disappeared.

[NOT TOO MUCH IN THE FRIDGE, thanks to one bottomless pit and Barnaby's inability to cook. But there's enough for a sandwich or two. Maya's also peering in as Samus is]

[raisedbybirds]

[Samus won't stake a claim to what she hasn't earned, especially being the new kid here, but important to note; food was apparently scarce. She'd have to go out and procure some for herself and then extra to share. She was self-sufficient enough, but her cooking wasn't ever a skill she really needed to develop between instantaneous space rations and eating whatever poor unfortunate creature got in the way of her arm canon in the middle of a mission.

More important than that though, she fixes Maya with a concerned stare.]

Just gone...? Is that common here?

[acemedium]

[Well, Maya would definitely approve of the 'extra for sharing' if she could read bracket text. And might offer to do cooking if food were provided (as it was a skill she'd had to develop, unlike Barnaby and Samus]

[Also, the elusive serious side of Maya was rearing its head; she looks vaguely uncomfortable and nods]

We think.... they go back home. [But there's no way to know for sure]

[raisedbybirds]

[There's a soft sigh from Samus. She'd like to press it more--going back home sounds like it'd be a good thing, right? The thought doesn't ease the somber mood that seems to have fallen over the both of them.

Perhaps a subject change, then.]

What's your home like?

[acemedium]

[Maya seems to notice her mistake and perks right up again]

It's pretty ordinary! I live in a village near Los Angeles, but lately for cases I've been going there a lot!

[Pause]

What about you? You must come from super cool place, right?

[raisedbybirds]

...From space.

[Is space cool...]

[acemedium]

[Space is the coolest tyvm]

From space? Really?! Do you live on a spaceship?!

[raisedbybirds]

[Samus opens her mouth to respond but pauses, eyes rolling as if trying to figure out a simple way to explain mostly but not really.]

...Mostly, but not really.

[Good job, Samus.]

I had a ship, but I spent a lot of time planet-side too. [Sleeping in alien woods and eating whatever poor unfortunate creature happened to stumble in front of her arm cannon.] Missions took me all over.