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hallelujahpilotNot being able to fly is a bitch. Oh, Trudy's still got work to do - teaching, mostly, because she's only allowed four-hour shifts - but it's not flying.
Also, the new batch of pilots are idiots. Good pilots skill-wise, but idiots. Pandora is not a game, not some damn holographic movie, and today Trudy is sick of trying to bash this through their heads. As soon as class was over, she took herself off to Hell's Kitchen.
It's between lunch and dinner, and so the cafeteria is mostly empty. This suits Trudy just fine, and the injured pilot has set herself up next to the big, rain-flecked window. Her leg in the cast is up on a chair, and her other boot is resting on the edge of the table. Against her thigh she has braced her electric drawing-pad, and she's busy sketching.
(and if the sketches are cartoony, and a bit violent, well, there's no one looking over her shoulder)
Also, the new batch of pilots are idiots. Good pilots skill-wise, but idiots. Pandora is not a game, not some damn holographic movie, and today Trudy is sick of trying to bash this through their heads. As soon as class was over, she took herself off to Hell's Kitchen.
It's between lunch and dinner, and so the cafeteria is mostly empty. This suits Trudy just fine, and the injured pilot has set herself up next to the big, rain-flecked window. Her leg in the cast is up on a chair, and her other boot is resting on the edge of the table. Against her thigh she has braced her electric drawing-pad, and she's busy sketching.
(and if the sketches are cartoony, and a bit violent, well, there's no one looking over her shoulder)
