(8/2/02)
Something seemed a little off to the agent when he woke up this morning, something... just... like a bad omen. Banging his head getting out of his bunk this morning, slipping in the shower, and getting the slim pickin's when going to the commisary for breakfast and lunch. And now, Collin is stuck with the last of the coffee, carrying the mug with a light grip and fixing his gun harness. He doesn't need much else to go wrong in his day, and... well, what little does he know... Pausing briefly, he sets the mug on a small 'ledge' created by the wall of the hallway, fixing the over-shoulder straps and uttering a sigh.
It's just one of those days, eh? Dominia can't say that she's had an ominious day, so to say, but... There does seem to be something in the air, doesn't there? Like the feeling you get when someone's hiding just around the corner, and all you can make out is a shadow. Eh. Well, Domi's certainly no paranoid type, but she certainly is the restless sort. And with a mild yawn, and a stretch of her arms--It'd figure that she'd not sleep well before a day like this, doesn't it? Fate hates her--She makes her way down the hall. Looking for something to pass the time, with hopes that at any given moment, she'll be given the order to be able to go home. But it just figures that today wont be so lucky, doesn't it? Alas.
Knowing his luck, Collin will do something like shoot himself in the foot. But why today? Just... a bad day for him? The harness fixed and settling his jacket on his shoulders more comfortably, the uniform seems almost... casual. Specifically, the half-zipped nature and opened collar of his jacket. But then again, he's not quite 'on duty' yet, even if he's more or less become the Fort's go-fer. Peering up, he spots the Elru Element and offers a beam and nod, hoping not to recieve the brunt of her wrath. That would just be the icing on the proverbial cake.
What wrath? You drank the last of the coffee! You MONSTER! ...Let's ignore that Dominia isn't a big coffee fiend anyway. But thankfully for Collin, Dominia is not quite in her murderous mode. She is, rather, in a very -bored- mood. Which is nearly as bad, one supposes. But not -quite-. At least she doesn't greet him by kicking him through the wall? No, rather, it's just a little, almost thoughtless gesture that might count as a wave, and a light, "I do hope you're not on duty looking like that."
Indeed, a horrid, horrid man. So many cannot have their brew! However, he set the machine to make a new pot. Really! He would never be so cruel. Collin offers a bit of a wave of his hand in response, slurping up what little precious drink is left in the mug and flicking the edges. "Me? Like this? Oh, heavens no. I've got a good half-hour left before I'm on." His head reels back to slug down the last of the beverage like a seasoned alcoholic, rubbing the corners of his mouth with a sigh. "And you? I thought you would've been sent home already..."
"You know, I would have, too." Is Dominia's responce, a nice odd blend of irritation and apathy. Meh. She'll get home soon enough, but do things really have to be so -dull- in the meantime. We'll give her five minutes to regret ever thinking that at all. "But I am beginning to wonder if I did something unpleasant to deserve this." Oh, sarcasm. But one really can never know with her. She leaves the part about him being off duty at that--That's a good enough excuse for her, and she's not about to nitpic. "I'm surprised -you're- still here, though. Wasn't this supposed to just be a temporary stop for you returning home?"
"Ah well. It'll get better, right?" The focus of the conversation suddenly shifts toward him, as he looks nearly blank and clueless. "I was too, but I got some order to work security here for a little while." It might have something to do he has more firepower than Christ under his jacket, for one thing. And his field experience. Collin offers a shrug and sigh, before-- the world startles. With the force of a foghorn, a klaxon screams a warning before a generic voice begins to spit out emergency warnings. The coffee mug drops from his hand suddenly, shattering into a dozen-some pieces on the floor as he looks around. Then, a panicked look to Dominia before he nods. "Well, looks like I'm on duty now." With that, he takes off for the elevator.
What on the merciful Earth? Dominia practically startles at the warnings that echo across the fort, narrowing her eyes mildly as she mutters a gentle curse beneath her breath, "..Whatever that is, I don't like the sound of it." But not a word more. She takes off at a bolt towards the Gear room with that, preparing to hop in the Bladegash and launch. Whatever it is that's going on will rue doing it while Dominia's here. But, hey, it's at least something to do? ...Although this wasn't what Dominia had in mind.