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She too had participated in the arena games, virtual battles between the trainees, where, given her strict military upbringing, she had done relatively well. But she in all honesty did not care about money; she only took part in these little games because she spent much of her time bored.
"Interesting..." she murmured after Valia had spoken, smiling. "Any instrument...must be entertaining."
To be honest, Nina preferred using a real instrument, but eh...people had different preferences.
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"It's okay...I never mentioned anything but the violin. I learned piano, guitar, flute, and clarinet."
She took the guitar from his hands carefully, as if it were a fragile treasure.
"Thanks for letting me play it."
She played a few chords, familiarising herself with the instrument. She then began playing a very old rock song called Over the Hills and Far Away. It was by a band called Led Zeppelin, from long ago--the 1970s, back when the United Kingdom existed. She didn't sing along to it, however; though she wasn't bad at singing, she never sang in public.
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pease pudding in the pot, nine days old;
Some like it hot, some like it cold,
Some like it in the pot, nine days old.
Kyri was quietly smiling as she scooped some food on her tray, listening to everyone as was her personal pleasure. She suddenly understood what the excitement was about staying quiet, people stop noticing you in the most delightful way, all the kids in the room, herself included, who were simply trying to shrug off the incident, could simply blend into some nameless entity.
Of course, it was made all the sweeter that these kids were obviously nut jobs, absolute loons who had no business on a scientific business such as this.
Which of course, was made even sweeter by the fact that Kyri was the most inexperienced there, and oh how irony was like honey.
Admittedly that made the whole thing sweeter to know that these people would be stuck on this ship together despite their differences
And at this point the analogy to sweetness wasn't really working for Kyri... at this point it would be like just eating sugared honey... at this point she was just running circles in her head, at this point...
Would people eat sugared honey? Bees put in so much work, wouldn't it be rather insulting to import the product of beets... insinuating bees aren't good enough? Bees work damn hard. They don't need that extra "t" in "beets", they accept who they are and do it any way... they do it. Does that mean honey is a manufactured product? How is it that bees can live in ideal, feminist societies and produce liquid gold that never goes bad while humans can't even hold conversations with each other...
"Maybe we're a capitalist beehive, and instead of working in social equality and without freedom, we get to kill each other to make people work harder." Kyri had absentmindedly started verbalizing her own inner social commentary to the poor kid next to her, who had just wanted some food, not to be tossed into the middle of "Krazy Kyri's" little dialogue...
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Not only was the food noticeably less flavorful today, everyone seemed all a flutter about whatever it was had gone on... the tall one, the tall one acting short.
The Cale kid felt like an Aquarius, or at least an Aquarian moon, no good with people, but good with thoughts and such, probably some Virgo analytical brilliance, pretty good stock, shame there wasn't a sprinkle of Libra or some Gemini to make him half-way approachable...
The other girl, who had just made a scene, that was more Gemini, violent outbursts, maybe Gemini-Scorpio? Something unhealthy and volatile, definitely some Gemini, and some Sagittarius... she was willing to bet most of the runners had a heavy hand of Sag in them, all about sports and activity and blah blah blah.
Then there was Cristov, the one with the lovely voiced labiodental fricative in his name, a flamboyancy to his character, and whom Kyri had always suspected a rather effeminate air. Not that there was anything wrong with that. He was the Taurus, artistic and patient, pretty good combination... except when artistry became obsession and patience became stubbornness.
God was he friends with Cale? The Aquarius is always right... but the Taurus has the best instincts... one knows he's right, the other wouldn't budge either way... oh to see them fight.
Absentmindedly Kyri had drawn in her now ketchup-coated plate a picture of a remarkably detailed, but still stylized bull goring a tiny stick figure, who's bucket of water was spraying all over the bull. No one gets angrier than a bull, obviously.
"Oooh first day on the job. Job of... this? Drawing ketchup pictures. What the hell do I do on this ship anyway?" She asked the empty air. Again she was alone. Sure she was a nut-job, but dammit she could draw a not-half-ugly picture, and that was enough to get her on a ship with a bunch of geniuses who were all infinitely more qualified...
"Wow, I can't even compliment myself in my head..." she said out loud, rising to toss away her ketchup art and wash up for orientation.
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"Let's get going. I'm ready to see that gym!"
Her change of attitude was again bemusing to Nick. 'What's going on in that beautiful head of yours? Should I even ask?'
'Yes,' he answered himself, 'We're going to be stuck in this tin can for decades together.'
'And...?'
'And everyone needs to be psychologically stable. Sophie obviously doesn't like secrets. They eat at her, causing emotional and possibly physical distress. Not a good mental state for a Runner.'
'But-'
'She could be that way normally? No way. She wouldn't have been admitted...'
"...not as a Runner," Nick mused quietly. "Maybe I should ask," he mumbled, looking up from the floor around him to see Sophie standing next to him.
He turned to her, pulling a smile over his somber face. "Soph," he said, "Do you mind if we have a private chat later? Between friends I mean." Behind the confident and inviting smile, Nick was at odds with himself still, yet, he knew that something wasn't right. Not at all.
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