scitulus

Hello. My name is Darren Porter. I am 37 years old and I am the representative for the Weyland Corporation here on LV-346. + Responsible, Scrupulous, Dignified. - Pompous, Impersonal, Apathetic.

[darren-porter-rp]

Bloody idiot gave me crisps instead of chips.

[joannabeech]

I’m great. And yes, I am. Piloting is fantastic, I go out on almost every expedition. But it does get tedious having to test drive each and every ground vehicle. [She has to stop her self from asking another question. Joanna doesn’t like his attitude or his snark. She doesn’t want to make herself out as an idiot]

[darren-porter-rp]

{Her bubbly attitude seems to have evaporated with his extended presence, though Darren can't tell if he minds or not.} I suppose it must. There are only so many types of cars. I would rather see things from above.

[darren-porter-rp]

Darkness || Darren & Skylar

[skylarsarai-deactivated20140223]

Skylar stood, still as if she were on duty, staring at the bookshelves, scanning the titles for something she hadn’t read before and trying to ignore a man a few feet away muttering to himself. Truth be told, she wasn’t overly fond of the titles the library kept, but she wanted something paper to read. Electronic books were all well and good, but she couldn’t help but crave the feeling of flipping a page instead of pressing a button or swiping a screen once in a while. 

She cocked her head to the side and exhaled slowly, nothing taking her interest. A change in the position of her head revealed a man coming toward her in her peripheral vision. She began to turn to face him, but suddenly she was thrust into darkness. She laughed slightly as she heard a thud and a curse from the man.

Some poor synthetic entered the room in a frenzy and held a flashlight out to her. She shook her head and patted her side, where hers hung from her belt. Never having picked up the habit of carrying a purse, she often wore her uniform belt even off duty for the convenience of the pockets.  Anyway, Skylar never felt truly off duty. 

She pointed to the man on the ground, “I’m sure he could use it,” she said quietly. The synthetic nodded and rushed to him. Skylar’s eyes adjusted quickly to the dark and she watched calmly as he stood and approached her.  "Are you alright there, love?" 

He stared at her and she stared back, silent for a moment before responding, “I’m just fine. You talk to yourself often, darlin’?”

[darren-porter-rp]

Darren frowned at the blank look on her face. For an instant he wondered if the people at Weyland had been so stupid to hire security that were afraid of the dark, but after a quick thought he realized she was just staring back back. For what, he had no idea, so his eyebrows rose in a silent reiteration of his previous question.

Her words had two effects one him. Firstly, he was confused why she would ask such a strange question. Again, another swift idea reminded him he had been muttering soft insults to one John Watson for a few minutes now. Smirking, Darren offered a casual shrug. "Only when characters are being particularly predictable, love." He uttered the last word with special emphasis. That was the second effect. She had spoken like a true American, as if his small term of endearment had made her want to specifically expose the fact that they originated from different countries.

"Are you all right?" Darren asked, more out of courtesy than genuine concern. He had been taught in the ways of a true gentleman, and the small question had become a habit over the years, even if the politeness hadn't.

[darren-porter-rp]

Bloody idiot gave me crisps instead of chips.

[joannabeech]

[Normally, Joanna would have left already but her father had taught her not to sour relationships in the workplace. It was no good for anyone. So she smiled and pushed on] I’m sorry, would you like to go again?

[darren-porter-rp]

{Darren offers her a small smile, polite enough to be appropriate but false enough that a child could see through it.} Fine. How are you, Ms. Beech? Are you enjoying your position?

[darren-porter-rp]

Bloody idiot gave me crisps instead of chips.

[joannabeech]

[Joanna resisted from rolling her eyes. How rude could could he get?]

The same as you I suppose, and everybody else. Wayland thought I was fit for Heron’s Hope. Is that satisfactory?

[darren-porter-rp]

{Darren nods and decides to make a final jab. If she doesn't leave after this, he'll try to be decent.} I don't know, Ms. Beech. If I recall correctly, you were the one who told me to ask you questions.

[livingncolourr]

[darren-porter-rp]

Bloody idiot gave me crisps instead of chips.

[joannabeech]

[Joanna breathes deeply. Her mother’s voice echoed in the back of her mind: always act like a lady. The things she wanted to say to him were certainly not lady-like. ] Well, since I’m getting nowhere asking you questions, why don’t you give it a try.

[darren-porter-rp]

{Darren couldn't bite back his chuckle this time, but he may as well behave, he was going to be around these people for Lord knew how long.} Very well. Tell me, Ms. Beech, how do you find this planet?

And don't say something stupid like 'with a map', you know what I mean.

[darren-porter-rp]

Bloody idiot gave me crisps instead of chips.

[joannabeech]

[Joanna lets out an exasperated breath. What was with this guy?] 

Very…informative. So how did you come upon Heron’s Hope?

[darren-porter-rp]

{Darren resists the urge to laugh. He absently wonders when the girl will realize that asking questions won't get her very far.} Why, in a ship, just like the rest of you.

[darren-porter-rp]

Darkness || Darren & Skylar

His feet were propped up on another padded chair, nonchalance practically emanating from him as he flipped another page. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. Not necessarily his favorite, but it was the first in the Mystery section of the library, and he was too lazy to ask the librarian for a better book. Quietly and under his breath, Darren muttered his displeasure. "Oh, Watson, you really are a bit daft, aren't you?" He shook his head slightly and closed the book. Out of the corner of his eye he saw only one other person in the vast library besides himself. Skylar Sarai. Though he had never spoken to the woman, he knew her position and that she was married to the microbiologist. Not terribly interesting, but quite pretty all the same.

A sighs escapes from between his lips as he stands. He has barely taken three steps forward when the lights flicker before turning off completely. "Shit!" He cursed, stumbling and tripping over one of the chair's legs. The edge of the hardcover book dug painfully into his chest as he landed painfully on the floor. He rolled over just as a synthetic burst into the room, muttering apologies and something about the wind and electricity. It all meant nothing to him, since he still couldn't see a bloody thing in the dark.

Something cold and cylindrical was pressed into his bare hands, making him drop the book. A flashlight. He passed his thumb over the switch and started pointing it in every direction. Once the beam of light passes over the security guard, he walks over to her with one hand covering the ugly bruise what was surely blossoming under his long sleeve shirt. "You alright there, love?" He asked, eyes narrowed as he tried to make out her expression.

[darren-porter-rp]

Bloody idiot gave me crisps instead of chips.

[joannabeech]

[Joanna scoffs lightly in disbelief] Well, it would be worrisome if I didn’t, as I am in security. And how did you come to know me?

[darren-porter-rp]

I dip my toes in every department. I know a little bit of everything. {He leaves it at that, thinking there's really no reason to tell her the ins and outs of his occupation.}

[darren-porter-rp]

Bloody idiot gave me crisps instead of chips.

[joannabeech]

[Purses her lips and taps chin] South African, actually Mr. Porter. And I was trying to be friendly. No need to be rude.

[darren-porter-rp]

{Completely unfazed, he grins brightly and shrugs.} Doesn't really matter anyway. I see you know my name. You're Joanna Beech.

[darren-porter-rp]

Bloody idiot gave me crisps instead of chips.

[joannabeech]

You’ve really thought this through, haven’t you? But I suppose you’re right. Anyway, what are you doing out here all by your lonesome?

[darren-porter-rp]

No, I just think quickly. Weyland hired me for a reason. I'm eating. Is my behavior really that confusing? I would've thought you Americans shared at least some similarities with us.

[darren-porter-rp]

Bloody idiot gave me crisps instead of chips.

[joannabeech]

Oh? And how’s that? I find the more company there is, the merrier.

[darren-porter-rp]

One set of twins is marvelous. Two sets of twins are just too much work. One drunk uncle is harmless enough, but two could set the whole place on fire.

[darren-porter-rp]

Bloody idiot gave me crisps instead of chips.

[joannabeech]

So am I. I’m surprised this place isn’t full. It usually is, right about now. Mind if I join you? Two is always better than one.

[darren-porter-rp]

Not at all. 

And two isn't always better than one.

[darren-porter-rp]

Bloody idiot gave me crisps instead of chips.

[lachlangreene]

Well I’m guessing it comes from fried potatoes but I could be wrong.

You might have to unless they get one of you guys on the staff rota… or you’re going to end up with a shit load of crisps with your burger.

[darren-porter-rp]

Obviously. But it could just as well be used to refer to fried plantains or something of that sort.

Fine. I won't ask for burgers then.

[darren-porter-rp]

Bloody idiot gave me crisps instead of chips.

[joannabeech]

What? But I thought crisps were…Never mind, to many to terms for the same thing. You eating alone?

[darren-porter-rp]

Crisps is the appropriate term. Chips are the rectangles. -waves the subject away- Yes, I am.

[darren-porter-rp]

Bloody idiot gave me crisps instead of chips.

[lachlangreene]

That kept happening to me when I first got here.

I think you’re gonna’ have to chalk it a loss and start using ‘fries’.

[darren-porter-rp]

I refuse to compromise my vocabulary. What kind of word is 'fries'? Fries what?

[darren-porter-rp]

Bloody idiot gave me crisps instead of chips.

[joannabeech]

Here, I think you got mine. -holds out chips-

[darren-porter-rp]

-looks down at the chips with a frown- Those are crisps.