systemcritical | she's ship captain (open-ish)

CHARACTERS ▶ Kate Bishop + others
LOCATION ▶ Mostly in and around the Atalanta
SUMMARY ▶ A catch-all post for logs for the month
WARNINGS ▶ n/a
NOTES ▶ I'll be tossing up starters in here for people I've already planned things with; if you'd like something too feel free to ping me to discuss or drop in a starter of your own!

Zion's docks are busy at all hours, and among their many visitors one has recently become even more of a fixture than usual. It only makes sense a newly minted captain would want to spend time getting acquainted with her ship, and the Atalanta's is no different. Maybe a little more zealous than some given the amount of time she spends overseeing every detail of repair work and outfitting, in and out a dozen times a day to discuss this or learn more about that.

When she isn't charming the mechanics into showing her how they fix a gimbal or sketching out alterations to the weapon targeting systems or meeting with her new crew there's paperwork to be done, ZDG rosters and releases and briefings, personnel files and mission packets. She's often to be found perched somewhere, in sight of the ship or in a restaurant nearby, reading and typing away.

She hasn't entirely abandoned the rest of her life for the ship-- almost, but not totally. There are still appointments to be kept, regular training partners and 'students' to check up on while she's still in town, sim sessions and real world sparring, runs that wind her way through the city. Every once in a while she even goes home long enough to run into her neighbors.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ Kate's standards are high, her expectations for Hawke perhaps a little less so; she's left room to be pleasantly surprised. If he doesn't quite exceed those expectations he also doesn't undershoot them, and his colorful response to a serviceable but less than perfect result tugs one corner of her mouth up in what looks like sympathetic amusement. She's always been something of a perfectionist herself. ]

Not bad. Could be better, but I get the feeling you already know that.

[ The simulation winds up pretty quickly after that encounter, an easy path into dock and the Zion docking and post-flight protocols all that's left. Kate uncurls half out of her chair, getting feet beneath her to perch just on the edge. She reaches over and sets a hand on his shoulder in a friendly thump. ]

I've seen what I needed to see. How do you feel about it?

[ Oh good, he has plenty more swearing where that came from. ...for stress release purposes, not just every time he opens his mouth. Anyway, he didn't exceed his own expectations either, but considering the sim results weren't 'you are dead of Sentinel or wall,' he judges he won't have to throw himself into the reservoir today, anyway. He's still focused pretty much entirely on the controls to the point of friendly thumping, at which point he turns his head a bit to grin crookedly out of his peripheral vision. ]

Could've gone better. Could've gone worse, too! We're not in little virtual pieces at the bottom of a sewer tunnel or anything, that's always nice. Such a mess to clean up.

[ A beat, which is either for effect or because, you know, he is concentrating on docking. ]

Virtually, anyway.

she's ship captain (open-ish)

i'm the worst i'm sorry

shhhh no