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Fandom RVB the lost freelancers RP ((AI are an option))

Michigan sighed and took her time in bringing herself into the rec room. Her eyes landed guiltily onto Wisconsin's back, and she quickly adverted her gaze, finding somewhere else in the room to be. She was scared of confronting him...for some reason.
 
Michigan jumped with alarm. What was she expecting? Confrontation, especially with her CO, couldn't be avoided... She sighed, remembering their last confrontation. "Not exactly…" she muttered, finding it hard to look at him, more so now, after all she'd already managed to do to him. "I owe you an apology for...earlier."
 
Michigan sighed guiltily, "yeah, that too, I guess..." Jade finally looked to him, "did...something happen between you two?" She asked, rubbing the back of her neck with an unseen grimace,
 
Michigan faltered without a word for a moment. She made it an important point to not cross tex, or Carolina from what she'd heard. Tex seemed docile enough, though... "So...youre not gonna...run laps or something?"
 
no she kicked my butt for the day so we are good now to your assignment meeting
 
"Assignment? But didn't Church say that I wasn't ready?" Michigan questioned, furrowing her brows. Between both being new and untrained, Church and Wisconsin had fed her inconsistent information-she'd been confused, at least a little. Michigan wasted more time with questions she, admittedly, probably wouldn't get answers to anyone soon... But if Wisconsin said she had an assignment, even a little one, at least it was something. Even in her last unit, she was grateful for something to do. She'd grown to dislike being alone with her own thoughts.
 
your room assignment N00b wait hold on" -I remove my helmet showing a soft skin face but still cut up face one eye an implant as I smile- "sorry my air filter is on the blink again
 
Michigan gave a small snicker, shaking her head. "Sure it was, Wisconsin." Michigan rolled her eyes under her visor. He just wanted to get away with calling her a noob again-not that it bothered her, she'd been called worse, much worse in fact. "So what of room assignment?" Michigan heaved a disappointed sigh, putting her hands on her hips as if to urge him on. It was evidently late, and it was growing difficult to hold herself upright in the equipment she was encased in. To be fair, it was brand spanking new, and was well worth the purchase-it'd just take time to break in. Perhaps she'd brake her old armor out sometime, since it fit a bit better.
 
Michigan almost forgot how to breathe for a second, perking her head up in a bit of surprise at the words that graced her ears. "Uh...run that by me again?" Jade reached to the back of her helmet and began tweaking her auditory unit. Had she heard him correctly?
 
it just till you are given a bunk besides guys and gals bunk in the same room here
 
Michigan didn't know why she found this information so surprising, but she opted to contain the rest of it. A small huff of air left her, and her shoulders released their tension under the suit. "Great, I'll go get my stuff." She announced, dropping her hands to her sides and walking around him towards where she could leave the room. She popped her head back in, though, missing vital information. "Oh, but before I do-how do I find it?" Dorm hall couldn't be far.
 
Michigan nodded and disappeared once again, and left to retrieve two small but heavy crates from the pelican she'd arrived in. She sighed, knowing she'd have to lug them all the way back... The carrying crew wouldn't miss a trolley, would they? As long as she returned it, of course... So that's what she did. And to herself, she was thankful for making her part of the deal leagues easier. It was growing unbearingly hot inside her armor, Michigan noticed. She groaned and reluctantly tore her helmet off and set it on one of the off-loaded crates, and set to work on the rest of her armor with frustration. Her black hair had knotted and matted itself to her scalp, despite having been put up in a tight bun that morning. A sigh of relief left her, shrugging the chestplate off her shoulders and folding it against the crate on the floor, plopping herself down on the other and throwing her head back against the cool wall and shut her green eyes. Michigan swallowed as she relished in the moment of rest... Hopefully, not too long-her posture would make her very much regret having slept like that.
 
Michigan flinches awake, catching half of his statement with alarm. She panics, jumping to her feet, "crap! Sorry, was I in the way Of...something?" She freezes and sighs, flushed with embarrassment. That seemed to be the theme of today, didn't it. Embarrassment. "I'm...Michigan. And...as for the help, I'd sure as hell appreciate it, York." She offered him a smile and took to gathering and piling the parts of her discarded armor on top of the box she was to carry. "Any chance you'd know where Wisconsin's dorm would be?"
 
"did you get him as a roommate for a bit well just feed him pizza to shut him up that is a tip
 
Michigan snickered, picking up the crate and walking alongside him. "What is this, how to shut up your cranky, prank pulling CO 101?" She shook her head and rolled her eyes, "I think Tex gave him enough to last him, but I'll keep that in mind-thanks."
 
York:"he was hazing you wow he is lonely"-he picks up a crate and looks at you-" so you going for an A.I?
 
Michigan raised an eyebrow, looking at him in the corner of her eye. Lonely... Her thoughts were interrupted by his question -"A.I.? I-I don't know..." Perhaps now she had a chance to get answers. "We have a choice?" She looked at him fully, brows furrowed attentively. In the time that she was there, she'd assumed not.
 

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