*As she switches the log on, the usual scenery opens itself upon the PDA's camera just as it almost always seems to be the case: Elena's place on Glendalough Orbital can be seen, she's currently sitting on her desk chair while having her hands folded on the wooden plate, playing around with her thumbs which instantly makes an impression of being full of beans. In the background the tidy bed - for a change - is visible, before it the small Kishiro Service Droid that has by now become a lasting acquaintance of her is just as always cleaning the floor, from time to time banging against the walls by accident and making an almost humanly disgusted sound every time. Every time a small smile plays around Elena's lips, however the few seconds before she starts talking does she mostly spend with looking into the camera with a rather serious expression.*
I doubt I really have to say anything about "Oh well, it's been such a long time since we've talked to each other", as this seems to be extremely obvious anyways. Even though ... goddammit, it's been almost one whole month since the last time - that's something, maybe I even broke my own personal record there as well. Actually, I'm a hundred percent sure I did so. So, to have that out of the way, I'm eternally sorry I forgot about you again, I really am, but as always I got my reasonings behind it, alright? Like, I had a ton of work to do, either had to take care of personal stuff or of the restructuring that happened inside the Forlorn Hope as of late. Good point: I don't have to take part in dangerous and risky hardcore military operations anymore, which is good since I really am tired of getting into trouble while having to care for my little something. *For a moment, she looks down onto her by now clearly visible belly.* Bad point: I've been sitting on this particular chair for so long by now, having to work out stuff and organizing the whole division forming and all that that I actually feel the urge to vomit just from sitting here again. I mean, all in all it's a cool and usually interesting job, but at some points it's becoming utterly repetitive. And if there's one thing I'm hating guts, it's repetitive work. Have you ever wondered why I broke off college? There you go, now you know it.
Anyways, yeah, now I've got a few troubles at hand. Because I can tell you, there's been a bit of stuff going on lately, problem just is, I hope I'll be able to remember all of it and won't leave anything out. That being said, you can actually count on me leaving something out, it's a universal constant of sorts - Elena always leaves something out, not matter if she wants to or not. No, but seriously, I'm already hating myself for not doing this more constantly - there's been building up a pile of stuff I could and should talk about, so let's just hope I don't forget about anything now.
*She changes her body position a little, leaning a little to the left side and supporting herself with her left elbow resting on the table. A small smile would become visible.*
Let's start with some happy stuff. I'm sure you remember that woman I've been talking about the last time, Lily Austin. Well, the matter is that she happened to be quite a cool person, very likable, very sociable, with no hint of a stick in her ass. I've been escorting her every now and then lately, sometimes together with Kiara and the others, after all she's a ferry pilot of Orbital Spa and Cruising and thus could use some protection from time to time. Besides that, I've agreed to show her our outpost, Glendalough - that is, of course only the public areas of it, never would I dare showing her the personnel-only stuff. *She rolls her eyes briefly, however quickly continues.* Basically, I've been showing her around the housing blocks, some gardens and last but not least our top-notch bars where we happened to drink together for a while. No, I didn't exactly get sloshed, but that doesn't mean Lily would have restrained herself ... I mean, she really had chosen to drink a bit too much of that Whiskey, which is why ended up about talking the weirdest stuff you could think of. *At this point, she suddenly starts pulling a face.* No matter how sociable she is though, there's something definitely not kosher with her, she had been acting quite weirdly from time to time, starting off from the body scans before we entered the station up until when we were in the bar having a chat. I've been a bit too careless during that evening, now that I look back, I mean, who knows what my intuition is trying to tell me, maybe she's a goddamn spy - even though she didn't make the impression to me, but what kind of spy does anyways? All in all, I'll have to be a little more careful when I'm around her the next time. Not that I'm planning to tell her classified secrets anyways ... but I've told her enough already, that's safe to say.
*While scratching her neck and lowering her head a little, she tips against her cheek with the fingers of her other hand, obviously thinking about something.*
So let's get to the less cheerful stuff now, shall we? And believe me, the only reason why I'm not gonna get worked up about this matter again is because I had a couple of times recapitulating what happened. And had enough opportunities to put my punching bag to good use. Seriously, I'm glad I have that thing, else somebody would be probably dead by now from all the beating and expressing aggressiveness and all that sh.it. *She forces a smile upon her face saying that.* The one who else would be dead would be Kiara if this case, because certainly she's been acting like a bit.ch lately. *A sigh becomes audible as she realizes she should restrain herself from making full use of her vocabulary.* Okay, let's qualify that statement, we've both been strenuous persons lately, she because she really had some bad ideas about what she could do and what she should be worried about, and I because I got overly worried about this development. I mean, she's not my daughter, I'm not her mother, which really makes me ponder why the hell I got so over-protective about her. Or actually, I don't have to ponder because I know the reason ... pretty sure it has something to do with all the mess that had happened to us lately, putting all of us into some serious danger. It has probably changed all of us, me just as much as her, yet I'd have hoped it would have changed her differently.
So what was going on? Simple. She had begun doing weird trips, first just getting into the transportation of refugee business, which is okay. But then she suddenly began staying away for a longer while over and over again, not saying anything about her whereabouts to me. Of course I'm getting worried then, you see, she's a good friend of mine, a very good one, and she's been in fuc.king Leeds - when she suddenly disappears then, of course I can imagine a few very bad scenarios. As it turned out, she just made some detours "out of fun". Thanks for nothing, these detours are fine, but I would freaking like to know about that, is that so hard to understand? Okay, so that was that, we agreed on that she will inform me when she stays away for longer times. And I was fine with it.
But as it happened to be, this girl lied to me, all the way through. It's okay if somebody lies to me and I don't find out though, then they deserve to not get any problems, after all they are clever enough to not let me find out. But if a person lies to me and they make it so blatantly obvious that they are not telling you the truth ... or at least not the whole ... then they seriously don't deserve any better. So what happened, you are asking, huh? *She scratches her head, puckering her forehead, apparently lost in thoughts again.* You know, it was one of these days when I had my emotional phase again, bleating about everything and everybody and wailing over my oh-so-bad loneliness. Kiara offered to talk to me further and staying on Trenton for the night if I decided else and wished to talk to her instead of lying lonely in my boyfriend's bed. At first, I didn't plan to pester her more, but at some point in the night, I decided to take a look nonetheless. And surprise, she wasn't on Trenton anymore. I looked for her in every single corner, but she was nowhere to be found. I felt horrible back then, but that's beside the actual topic.
*She demonstratively shakes her head, letting out an extremely unsatisfied sigh.*
So, I wanted to find out what the hell was actually wrong with her, also because she had appeared weird to me as of late anyways. What do you do as a loyal friend who wants to find out more, usually? Exactly, you use a freaking tracking device to check every single step your beloved friend is taking. And that's exactly what I did. *A small smirk plays around her lips again in a somewhat ironic fashion.* What I found out was really, really juicy. I mean, I saw her ship landing on Malta all of a sudden, or on Freeport 6. That's when I decided to intervene and check out what the hell was going on, so I confronted her in her apartment she had rented on the Freeport. And guess what, a man was in there. Now, please don't get me wrong, I'm happy for Kiara that she had obviously found somebody finally, but making such a racket because of a man? Weird, isn't it? Well, she concealed from me all the time that it was a damn Outcast she fell in love with. Okay, questionable, but okay, I had enough weird crap going on to not get worked up over that extraordinarily. It's just ... one of my best friends lied to me, because of a man, because she didn't trust me enough and thought I wouldn't understand her love towards an Outcast. As if I was some mind-wrecking child being upset about everything and everybody. Pah, pathetic. *Realizing she gets overly pissed about this, she in- and exhales deeply a few times in an attempt to calm down again.*
We've talked about it, she apologized, I apologized for tracking her down, but I stell kinda seem like the fool in this story. I didn't trust her - which in the end was good how it was, but it's still not good if you can't even trust your closest friends. Probably I was just overly disappointed about that. On the other hand, somebody once told me that you can't trust anybody fully but yourself, not even your closest friends, not when you're in space. Even though I still believe this is extremely harshly put, there's still some truth in these words of wisdom, no?
Anyways, I think that's it for now, I had some fun time with John as well yesterday, after such a long time of not seeing each other. The bright side of life is slowly resurfacing again it seems. I'll end the log here, even though I'm sure I forgot something again. In case I find out I indeed did, there will be just some sort of "postscript" in the next few days, I guess.
*Giving the camera a final nod all while a sincere smile appears on her lips, she raises one of her arms to fiddle around at the PDA for a few seconds before the camera and thus the log gets shut down .*
