[ It's hard not to feel listless, kept in a cage as they are. It's hard to stave of the frustration. She has work to do, dammit! A mission to get back to, back home, a crew to take care of.
But the thing is, her crew is here, too. Somehow. And none of them remember the same things she remembers. The how's and why's of all that go way over Sigrun's head, but one thing is certain. As long as her crew is here, she needs to be here with them, to make sure they don't go getting themselves killed or go insane with boredom, either or.
Case in point: When she realizes she has ten crates to sort through and organize and no help in sight, she marches into the cabin next door and barks an order to the first person she sees-- just so happens to be Emil. ]
❰ on the opposite end of the spectrum, emil is quite content to sit in his house, only go out when absolutely required, and avoid death and dismemberment at all cost. work? who's she?
he's certainly somewhere between being killed again and death by sinking into the couch cushions, so perhaps her assistance isn't quite required. maybe it can be preemptive, shake things up a bit. ❱
You can knock. ❰ emil's eyes have narrowed after widening at the intrusion. not like she's witnessing much. he's got a wet dish in his hand, nothing scandalous or pressing. the complaint still stands! ❱ What do you need me for?
[ Well. But Emil has a point. Sure, she would love to trust the technicians to give her exactly what she asked for, with no tricks pulled, but why should she? What reason have they given her to trust them with anything?
She shakes her head to clear it, not wanting to fall into a hole of apathy that will lead her nowhere and be entirely too hard to pull herself out of. She refuses to be anything but proactive with her time here. ]
Anyway, that's why we're going through it, piece by piece. To see if it really is better than nothing.
❰ emil gives up with a shrug, turning the water on to wash his dish after an awkward moment of silence before the stream kicked on. stupid cabin. stupid house he hates.
as safe as it might be (most of the time), sometimes he really, really does want to get out of it. he'll never get used to the dinginess of it, especially compared to what was basically his dream home in asgard.
so fine. sigrun wins. ❱
Where is all this stuff -- I don't have to haul it somewhere, do I? ❰ he's not anywhere near doughy again, but he also hasn't been trekking across scandinavia or building a house to stay in prime phyiscal condition. ❱
[ Completely bypassing his resigned tone, she gives him a good old clap on the shoulder. ] Knew you'd be on board.
[ Emil may have a tendency to complain about the orders she gives him, but she can always trust him to get them done. Reluctant, but competent.
She picks up a towel, ready to help dry the dish once Emil is done washing it. Might as well pitch in to speed up the process. ]
They're outside my cabin. If the crates are watertight, I don't see why we can't leave them there. If not, we move everything inside. I don't need all that space.
❰ not technically the 'no' he was looking for, but it's better than a direct 'yes'. he hands the dish off to her, shaking his hands off once it's taken. ❱
What exactly did you even ask for? ❰ he has a ballpark idea of what she'd consider to be 'supplies;' he would think the same way. that doesn't mean that's what's actually in the crates. ❱ They might have stuffed a million marshmallows or something in them, so don't get too disappointed if that's the case.
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action; sometime after the shitscram deliveries
But the thing is, her crew is here, too. Somehow. And none of them remember the same things she remembers. The how's and why's of all that go way over Sigrun's head, but one thing is certain. As long as her crew is here, she needs to be here with them, to make sure they don't go getting themselves killed or go insane with boredom, either or.
Case in point: When she realizes she has ten crates to sort through and organize and no help in sight, she marches into the cabin next door and barks an order to the first person she sees-- just so happens to be Emil. ]
Drop what you're doing. I need you.
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he's certainly somewhere between being killed again and death by sinking into the couch cushions, so perhaps her assistance isn't quite required. maybe it can be preemptive, shake things up a bit. ❱
You can knock. ❰ emil's eyes have narrowed after widening at the intrusion. not like she's witnessing much. he's got a wet dish in his hand, nothing scandalous or pressing. the complaint still stands! ❱ What do you need me for?
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Inventory. We got a supply run from the technicians. Come on, you can wash your dishes later, it's time for us to pretend to be Mikkel for a bit.
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the request is ignored, finishing his dish. this isn't particularly his business, but emil is going to question her here. ❱
Are you really going to trust anything they give you? Isn't their whole thing that they're here to hurt us?
❰ note that this isn't saying no, there's just. reservations. ❱
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[ Well. But Emil has a point. Sure, she would love to trust the technicians to give her exactly what she asked for, with no tricks pulled, but why should she? What reason have they given her to trust them with anything?
She shakes her head to clear it, not wanting to fall into a hole of apathy that will lead her nowhere and be entirely too hard to pull herself out of. She refuses to be anything but proactive with her time here. ]
Anyway, that's why we're going through it, piece by piece. To see if it really is better than nothing.
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as safe as it might be (most of the time), sometimes he really, really does want to get out of it. he'll never get used to the dinginess of it, especially compared to what was basically his dream home in asgard.
so fine. sigrun wins. ❱
Where is all this stuff -- I don't have to haul it somewhere, do I? ❰ he's not anywhere near doughy again, but he also hasn't been trekking across scandinavia or building a house to stay in prime phyiscal condition. ❱
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[ Emil may have a tendency to complain about the orders she gives him, but she can always trust him to get them done. Reluctant, but competent.
She picks up a towel, ready to help dry the dish once Emil is done washing it. Might as well pitch in to speed up the process. ]
They're outside my cabin. If the crates are watertight, I don't see why we can't leave them there. If not, we move everything inside. I don't need all that space.
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What exactly did you even ask for? ❰ he has a ballpark idea of what she'd consider to be 'supplies;' he would think the same way. that doesn't mean that's what's actually in the crates. ❱ They might have stuffed a million marshmallows or something in them, so don't get too disappointed if that's the case.