I really hate this stupid space station.
If anybody needs me, too bad.
I'll be under my covers until this unappealing form passes over.
((Rose is a teenaged version of her mother -- complete with juvenile alcoholism! Better watch out for those hangovers, kid!))
[Rose is lying asleep in one of the safe zones at Konami VI. The comforts are very meager, with a few spare munitions and threadbare blanket that seems like it's been used a hundred times too often. The young girl is resting her head on a med pack for a pillow, one of the few clean things in the entire bunker. Her sleep doesn't look very restful either. She is tossing and turning and her eyes are stuck in a closed furrow. Suddenly her eyes snap open and she looks around the room with disoriented eyes.
She shakes her head and rubs her forehead with a tired hand.] That dream again... [If possible, her eyebrows narrow even more. She glances over at her guide, having recently learning that these embarrassing moments seem to be prime material for public display. Irritably she reaches over to the guide and flicks it off.]
[A text message follows a few minutes later.] Do you believe it is possible to change destiny?
[So hey everybody! Did you enjoy that all-month luau? Rose certainly didn't! After a full month of catching the sunset's rays, late-night boogying of the hips and short hours of getting sleep, this 13-year-old is looking like she's about ready to break somebody's face off.
It's a good thing that she hasn't realized the guide is on then, huh?
Right now she's in the process of slathering on aloe vera all over any skin that has been exposed to the sun. Which is to say, everywhere. Even though she's not saying anything, her agitation is practically screaming on her face in the highest vibrato: "working that job this month was really, really stupid." In a moment of pure frustration she take the bottle of soothing burn cream and pours it on top of her head. Well. That wasn't nearly as satisfying as she had hoped. Actually it's making one hell of a mess everywhere, huh. She sighs heavily and resigns herself to taking a shower soon. Which would mean she'd have to apply another bottle of aloe vera since all of her soothing relief will be washing down the drain. Ugh.
But that was only the brunt of the iceberg that had been bothering her. Looking on the mirror in front of her, she frowns]
Why couldn't I have become a pony too?
[It's a good thing nobody is seeing any of this. Especially that stupid idea with the aloe vera.]