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Some maintenance guys are acting rowdy in a booth. Although a fourway might be difficult to coax out of them, she is technically their boss.
Jessica pulls her corporate-rabbit butt up onto a bar stall.
The blue of her dress covers up the eyesore of General Electronics and Data logistics corporation green of the seat cover.
“Didn’t expect to see you here,” Jessica says, her attention caught by an earlier distraction.
A figure sitting alone, a tight belt around the waist of a military style jacket. The Khaki green of a stiff woolen skirt covers up corporate themed seating across the bar. Canine paws hovering around a barely touched drink, and a face that says, “Do I know you?”
“Sorry,” Jessica says.
She takes her butt from one stool to the next. One bunny-hop closer to the canid, the closest she can get without sitting on the girl's lap. It's a bit too early for that.
“I was watching you earlier.” Good work Jessica, just make yourself out as a creep. ”Watching your lesson. I was on my break, and it really captured my attention. You’re good at that.”
“Thank you?”
“Never seen you before on the museum run, first time on the station?”
“First time,” she takes a sip of her drink. “First field trip ever actually.”
“Sorry, I’m being rude, I’m Jessica, getting a bit ahead of myself.”
“Just Jessica?”
“Just Jessica.”
“So you’re from Utonia?”
“Did the rabbit part not give it away?” she chuckles.
Jessica shows her palms to the dog.
Red rocks to show her age embedded permanently into her paws. They’re a gift from home, a soft glow in her palms, a constant reminder. Once green when she was younger.
Nell takes Jessica's mitts into her own, holding them to the light to see the gems. Jessica's trap worked. The cute dog is now holding her hands.
“They make clapping quite uncomfortable,” Jessica notes. “And to state the obvious, you’re from Lutum?”
“Nellie Mable Florence-Ethel,” Nellie Mable Florence-Ethel says.
“That’s quite the mouth full.”
“Kids are meant to call me Miss Florence-Ethel, most just go with Nell.”
“Well, Nell,” chuckles Jessica, “can’t help but notice some medals.”
“Everyone serves on Lutum.”
“So I’m sure you have some stories.”
“You just get them for showing up,” Nell dismisses with a sip of her drink.
“So tell me about where you showed up?”
“Basic training,” she points to one medal, then the other, “some colony out near the edge, a bug planet.”
“Bug planet?”
“A planet with large bugs on it.”
“And what did you do there?”
“I was just basic infantry.”
“So you were on the ground fighting?”
Nell chuckles. “Think the only bug I ever shot was already dead.”
“You still got them!”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah!”
Jessica waves over for service, some horse behind the bar. “And could I buy the brave bug slayer a drink?”
Nell raises her glass for a refill. Two drinks coming out of Jessica’s corporate wallet, not that she had anything else to spend those credits on. Being honest, Jessica didn't even know how much was in there or how much she gets paid.
But the drinks are put in front of her.
“To bug killing?” Jessica asks.
Her glass raised.
“To corpse shooting,” Nell agrees.
The glasses clink.
“Now, it’s your turn,” Nell says.
“My turn?”
“Well, what do you do?”
“Oh me? I’m Area Coordinator, General Electronics and Data logistics, Lutum to Utonia.”
“Sounds pretty important?”
“Well there are more less-important people than there are more-important people scattered across the station.” Jessica takes a sip."Depending on how arrogant I'm feeling on a day changes where I put myself on that scale"
“So this has been bugging me all day.”
“Oh?”
“Why does this station, owned and built by General Electronics and Data logistics, dedicate so much space to a museum?”
“That’s not a question I get a lot,” Jessica replies.
“It doesn’t even cost the state, the parents, or the school, anything to come up here. The trip is paid for, the rooms, it’s all-inclusive.”
“Well it’s complicated.”
“Why does some faceless space Cooperation care about the education of Lutum school children?”
“Partly advertisement.”
“Advertisement?”
“Mostly it’s the public image.”
“Oh?”
“Well, it’s important to the company that Lutumn likes us,” Jessica pauses for a sip,” as they’re our biggest customer”.
"They run an entire museum and shuttle children up here, just for brand relations?"
“Yes, and no. It’s not the Museum that makes them like us, it’s the fact that the Museum is biased towards them. That’s the part they like, and they like it even more because it’s independent, not owned or controlled by them. They like it because they can deny that it’s biased.”
“So you wank the state,” Nell says.
“And they finger bang us back,” replies Jess.
Some maintenance guys are acting rowdy in a booth. Although a fourway might be difficult to coax out of them, she is technically their boss.
Jessica pulls her corporate-rabbit butt up onto a bar stall.
The blue of her dress covers up the eyesore of General Electronics and Data logistics corporation green of the seat cover.
“Didn’t expect to see you here,” Jessica says, her attention caught by an earlier distraction.
A figure sitting alone, a tight belt around the waist of a military style jacket. The Khaki green of a stiff woolen skirt covers up corporate themed seating across the bar. Canine paws hovering around a barely touched drink, and a face that says, “Do I know you?”
“Sorry,” Jessica says.
She takes her butt from one stool to the next. One bunny-hop closer to the canid, the closest she can get without sitting on the girl's lap. It's a bit too early for that.
“I was watching you earlier.” Good work Jessica, just make yourself out as a creep. ”Watching your lesson. I was on my break, and it really captured my attention. You’re good at that.”
“Thank you?”
“Never seen you before on the museum run, first time on the station?”
“First time,” she takes a sip of her drink. “First field trip ever actually.”
“Sorry, I’m being rude, I’m Jessica, getting a bit ahead of myself.”
“Just Jessica?”
“Just Jessica.”
“So you’re from Utonia?”
“Did the rabbit part not give it away?” she chuckles.
Jessica shows her palms to the dog.
Red rocks to show her age embedded permanently into her paws. They’re a gift from home, a soft glow in her palms, a constant reminder. Once green when she was younger.
Nell takes Jessica's mitts into her own, holding them to the light to see the gems. Jessica's trap worked. The cute dog is now holding her hands.
“They make clapping quite uncomfortable,” Jessica notes. “And to state the obvious, you’re from Lutum?”
“Nellie Mable Florence-Ethel,” Nellie Mable Florence-Ethel says.
“That’s quite the mouth full.”
“Kids are meant to call me Miss Florence-Ethel, most just go with Nell.”
“Well, Nell,” chuckles Jessica, “can’t help but notice some medals.”
“Everyone serves on Lutum.”
“So I’m sure you have some stories.”
“You just get them for showing up,” Nell dismisses with a sip of her drink.
“So tell me about where you showed up?”
“Basic training,” she points to one medal, then the other, “some colony out near the edge, a bug planet.”
“Bug planet?”
“A planet with large bugs on it.”
“And what did you do there?”
“I was just basic infantry.”
“So you were on the ground fighting?”
Nell chuckles. “Think the only bug I ever shot was already dead.”
“You still got them!”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah!”
Jessica waves over for service, some horse behind the bar. “And could I buy the brave bug slayer a drink?”
Nell raises her glass for a refill. Two drinks coming out of Jessica’s corporate wallet, not that she had anything else to spend those credits on. Being honest, Jessica didn't even know how much was in there or how much she gets paid.
But the drinks are put in front of her.
“To bug killing?” Jessica asks.
Her glass raised.
“To corpse shooting,” Nell agrees.
The glasses clink.
“Now, it’s your turn,” Nell says.
“My turn?”
“Well, what do you do?”
“Oh me? I’m Area Coordinator, General Electronics and Data logistics, Lutum to Utonia.”
“Sounds pretty important?”
“Well there are more less-important people than there are more-important people scattered across the station.” Jessica takes a sip."Depending on how arrogant I'm feeling on a day changes where I put myself on that scale"
“So this has been bugging me all day.”
“Oh?”
“Why does this station, owned and built by General Electronics and Data logistics, dedicate so much space to a museum?”
“That’s not a question I get a lot,” Jessica replies.
“It doesn’t even cost the state, the parents, or the school, anything to come up here. The trip is paid for, the rooms, it’s all-inclusive.”
“Well it’s complicated.”
“Why does some faceless space Cooperation care about the education of Lutum school children?”
“Partly advertisement.”
“Advertisement?”
“Mostly it’s the public image.”
“Oh?”
“Well, it’s important to the company that Lutumn likes us,” Jessica pauses for a sip,” as they’re our biggest customer”.
"They run an entire museum and shuttle children up here, just for brand relations?"
“Yes, and no. It’s not the Museum that makes them like us, it’s the fact that the Museum is biased towards them. That’s the part they like, and they like it even more because it’s independent, not owned or controlled by them. They like it because they can deny that it’s biased.”
“So you wank the state,” Nell says.
“And they finger bang us back,” replies Jess.
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