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Observation Room | 1040hrs AST
15th January 2018
Simon Station, King Tomasso Land
Antargis
-4.8°C

 

Trans-Continental Science Initiative: Simon Station
Personnel Information

Name: Emily Kolle
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Nationality: Prymontian
Profession: Biology
Speciality: Zoology
Personnel category: Scientist

 

Emily gently closed the front page of her sketchbook and set it aside, slotting the pencil into the ring spine. She'd perched herself on the window ledge of the observation room to enjoy the views, and had caught sight of a few lost penguins. The past two hours had been spent sketching them in various poses, with her sub-conscience observing their behaviour. Once they'd waddled out of view, far beyond the horizon, she could sketch no more.

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The young student from the University of Canastota had been selected to accompany her professor in a trip to the ISTC's Simon Station in Antargis. They were part of the group's university research department, which consisted of two other members from the Courtmarsh University too. They'd arrived a few days before, and Emily had spent that time briefing with her professor and the rest of the group. Now that the real work had started, she was free to relax and spend her time as she wished. Of course, there were overhead objectives: penguins were strictly a southern hemisphere feature, and were rarely studied by Prymontians. It would be her duty to collect data on them and to select a handful of subjects to track. That would mean leaving the warmth and comfort of the Simon Station to venture into the cold unknown, but being a northern girl herself, Emily was fine with that. 

The current morning had been spent watching a handful of penguins and drawing them, with a few notes here and there. Now that they'd disappeared, she pulled her laptop out and began transferring what she'd stored, both mentally and physically, onto her digital files. She shivered slightly and burrowed further into her thick sweater, reaching for the coffee flask that never left her side. Sitting by the window made it hard to ignore the harsh chill of the outside world, despite the best attempts of the heaters inside. 

As she worked the keyboard, her mind drifted to the variety of characters she'd already met. There were a bunch of charming Magneans who'd offered her very humbling compliments and a selection of chocolates, both of which had made her blush deeply. Then there were the Sunset Sea Islandians, who were also very kind and welcoming. Their warm personalities had helped to keep out the cold, and Emily was able to gain an insight into a life under surveillance. So far, she'd learned that they didn't mind. Finally she'd come across the Lysians, who were equally as charming as their Magnean counterparts but spoke about wine and fine dining, two topics a student on a tight budget didn't understand. All in all, she was happy to be working with different individuals who came from all walks of life, and was keen to join them on expeditions into the wilderness.

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-03 LT 044012 MT


Quintidi XXV Nivôse CCXXVI


Station Alpha, Terre Liberté, Antargis


-4.8°C

Initiative Scientifique Trans-Continentale : Station Alpha


Informations
Nom : Vongirard
Prénom : Marlène
Sexe : Female
Âge : 27
Nationalité : Lysian
Profession : Chef Pâtissière
Specialité : Soufflé Grand Marnier

This was it, a long way across seas and oceans to land there, effectively after having broken up with her boyfriend after a 6 years old relationship, this may happen, a life mistake, from which she was hoping to learn from. She since a few months of the breakup, decided to take a sabbatical year, for now, she has been traveling in Kualoa, Miiros, Orioni, Futanarien and @Sunset Sea Islands , fortunately for her she had enough resources accumulated with her previous years for allowing those expenses, after all, she was the youngest ever named “Premier Pâtissier de Fleur de Lys”, a title lusted by many. She had stopped practicing her art and passion for a few months now, and she doesn’t know how, but the Lysian administration still called her services, as effectively you’re obligated as a Lysian citizen to serve a month each 5 years in the Army, with a 1 year service along classes between 19 and 20, something pushing teenagers to go in the fields they wished and to learn more about active life. 1 month, that’s how long she was supposed to serve, and knowing her historic, the Lysians, naturally aware that international cooperation means a sick stomach, had thought of her in order to lead the most important part in a meal, even more, when it’s -5° outside. Marlène may have declined, after all, she had still 3 years more to do her 1-month service, but being in the optic of travelling and discovering new parts of the World, she couldn’t resist but to accept.

Lysians absolutely wished their liaisons to be on site, making a few engineers personnel being stationed in a rather very light airport, from where the supplies would arrive, and where our dear Marlène would land with all the cooking personnel. A woman in the cuisine, this was stereotypical some may think, but in reality -at least in Fleur de Lys- the cuisines were mainly a man-dominated sector, making Marlène the only woman in her group while when coming to Lysians scientists it was a bit the other way around. Those expenses were great for the Lysian Government, even if all of this was part of an international cooperation program, the ISTC, and Lysians couldn’t just consider having their scientists starving in Antargis, the reason of such deployment by Marlène. The first thing we may naturally observe was when she got out of the plane, how cold it naturally was, she had no training in such conditions, as her job would be mainly to remain inside for a month, she may imagine already the wonderful plates she would accomplish, knowing that the Lysians were very careful on budget, but with one little exception, and this one was the cuisine, those had no imposed budget on the contrary of all the other services, making the greatest Chefs enjoy of their military service to, at the expense of the state, test the plate of tomorrow. 5, that’s how many they shall be in the cuisine, a Chef de Cuisine and his Second, Chef de Partie, Boulanger and Pâtissier, this was it, and eventually one of the Member of the Lysian team agreed to play the Chef Sommelier role during the restorations times. Lysians had many things in their bags, as effectively Lysian rules fully authorised the consumption of alcohol, something which wasn’t spread in all entities, at least they knew they may try to convert some Sunset Sea Islandians to such behaviour in order to confort themselves from the unsual cold climate standing right outside the doors of the base.

Marlène would enjoy the variety of the people there, coming from 4 different nations, and was rather amused by how the Lysians handled the situation when coming to Simon Station, calling it with a heavy accent Station Alpha, the same when coming to King Tomasso Land being translated as Terre Liberté which Lysians had strict orders to use as only legitimate wording, at least in Lysian but even when speaking English, this was part of Fleur de Lys bad history with Monarchies. In all the activity, she was, with a couple of others, carry the supplies for the cuisines to the base. “One positive point, we won’t need a fridge” ironised one of the crew members. “Citoyen Vongirard ?” Asked a man as he would stop Marlène going back to the plane in order to carry few boxes back, “Yeah?” She wondered as she would look at the man had called her, “Capitaine” she would express as she would discover his rank, “We will in a couple days launch an expedition in order to carry data more deep in the continent, was wondering if you were interested to be part of it?” Asked the man, “Affirmative” re-affirmed Marlène, “Have you been trained to extreme cold conditions terrains?” Questioned the man, “Naturally” she lied, “Good, will come to you later with more pieces of information citizen. Have fun to socialise” he stated, showing with his arm the multiples people moving all around, with @Magnaeus being as always very ordered and thorough in their installations, while @Prymont were the one moving all around with ease, considering this foolish climate to be normal and like home.

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Cantina, Simon Station, King Tomasso Land, Antargis, January 21st, 2018, 14:07 Andallan Standard Time, -4.3°C

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Everyone's eyes were pinned on the hole in the wall through which meals were being distributed. Noone spoke, they were all waiting quietly. Then, finally, everyone let out a pleased "Aaaaah" when Marlène, the @Fleur de Lys ian chef appeared in the opening. She carried a steaming metal pot and the smell it emitted filled the whole room and the nostrils of those who were in it. One week had passed since the first mission on Simon Station started and there was a common consensus that this occasion was worth celebrating. Bernhard Hopeman concluded that such social events were a way of keeping the crew in high spirits and of motivating them, as only motivated workers produce worthwhile results. Nevertheless, whether the small celebration was planned with such ideas in mind or not, what was important was the object of everyone's attention: a pot of hot cheese fondue made from cheese produced in the best mountain pastures in @MagnaeusMarlène placed the pot on the counter and then took her cook hat off to leave the kitchen to participate in the celebration. Bernard Hopeman quickly stood up from his chair to pick the pot up and place it in the middle of the table so that Marlène wouldn't have to carry it. The young and beautiful woman certainly charmed Bernhard, however, he knew that it would be inappropriate to try to get to know her in a closer way. Also, he was almost twenty years older than the others in the room as the median age on Simon Station was surprisingly low. He wondered whether the others thought of him as an old man from the previous generation, but he always gave his best to be as modern as possible to get along with as many people as possible, how old or how young they may be. Bernhard decided that it was sufficiently amusing to watch his young friend, Dr. Brüno Neumayer covertly observing each and every move of Marlène. Oh, the young ones!

Bernhard has had a lot of fun during the week, as he did for a job what he loved, science, and as he liked to get to know people from all over the world. So far there had yet to find a thing he disliked. The only thing that made him feel slightly uncomfortable was the way how the Lysians refused to call Simon Station and King Tomasso Land by their real names, as they were set on denying everything that had to do with monarchism. Bernhard thought that such a narrow-minded approach could not be beneficial in the long run, but nevertheless, he tolerated it, since they were not hurting anyone with their behaviour. Bernhard still sighed when he remembered how the whole nation celebrated the birth of Prince Simon and how this station was named after just that prince whose entire lifespan started and ended within Bernard's. If only the Lysians knew how popular the royal family was, maybe they would show them a little bit more respect.

Whilst everyone was digging in the conversation quickly centred around the achievements of the first week of work on Simon Station. Bernhard explained how he ventured into the area around the station with help from Magnean and @Prymont ian crew members to install detectors in the everlasting snow of the Antargic continent. He would have to do a checkup routine in the icy cold outside every day to ensure the functionality of the detector grid, but he was excited even for such a tedious task as this, as he loved to experience the frozen landscape as a contrast to the equatorial climate of his home country.

When he was done telling the others about his week, he asked Emily Kolle, a young zoologist from Prymont, what the folder on her lap contained. One corner of a piece of paper was sticking out of the side of the folder on which Bernhard thought to recognise a pencil drawing of a penguin's foot.

 

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The overall climate was getting warmer, finally breaking the ice of this community, issued of 4 different countries, getting in one same base, for one same mission and task.

Vongirard” exclaimed a manly voice, as Marlène was preparing the pastry, from which she got only positive feedback from Monsieur Hopeman. There, she was making wonderful Éclairs, hoping this time to diversify, with the usual chocolate one, but also with a strawberry, vanilla and pistache one, something she used to do when she made her first internship in a boulangerie, this was remembering her good souvenirs. “It is her” Marlène spoke up, as she was still focusing on what she was doing, and certainly not turning around in order to look who was calling her. “I know pâtisseries are important, but reassure me by saying I have more rights then them” said funnily enough the Capitaine which had interrupted her a week earlier in order to have her engage in a little mission, in extreme cold. He was to come back to her with more informations, and this seems to be what he was doing. Marlène would remain silence, not being fully confortable talking with the upper Officer, as she was pursuing her thing. “Would Citoyen Vongirard be ready to depart tomorrow? 3 days” he quietly asked, taking support on the table on which Marlène was preparing her pâtisseries, getting his head more close to hers. “Is everything okay?” asked coldly the Capitaine, “Yes Capitaine Sabardier” she answered, still focusing. “Good to know I may count on you” he added, giving a friendly tap on her right shoulder and walking in order to leave the place, “01:15:00 tomorrow” he commented, giving the timing on which they would leave.

Capitaine Sabardier was on his way to leave the cuisine, before getting stop by the Chef de Cuisine, which would enter it, “So, we’re disturbing Ladies?” started loudly the Chef de Cuisine, “A Lady” rectified Sabardier, “And you enter in my cuisine in this dressing? For who are you taking yourself for?” dryly asked while not really awaiting an answer the Chef, “A Capitaine” Sabardier smiled, “As Capitaine you have no authority in the cuisine. Remember to re-read the Code next time, or you’ll serve as food for the dogs. Get out” finished the Chef, moving aside in order to let Sabardier pass, while giving him a major tap on his back in order to push him out of the cuisines. The Chef didn’t liked anybody out of his team entering the cuisine like this, even if this wasn’t a major cuisine like few he leaded in his career, but he felt like this was important to respect rules, knowing also that this Sabardier entered without the proper clothing and with his arrogances in.

I’m curious to know why you haven’t turned him into boudin” commented the Chef, as he was getting back preparing his meals. “I’ll be leaving tomorrow morning, in a mission with him” she simply commented. “Well, good luck with that. You know at least what meat to give to the dogs if you run out of it” he reacted not really liking the Capitaine Sabardier.

 


 

Marlène would had finished her Éclairs for the dinner, and before having to serve it, would move outside, with this tough cold, still remaining around. She would move a bit around the installations, enjoying to look at the professionals, which knew at least do something which was specifically good for the continent they were on. With the winds continually attacking her face, she decided to take off one of her glove, and reach inside her heavy coat a cigarette and a lighter, lightening her cigarette, putting back the lighter, while holding with her mouth the cigarette, and not being a proper Prymonthian, she would put her glove back. She would see passing Dr Neumayer, as she was enjoying her little tour. He would naturally spot her smoking, making her react by asking, “Wish one?”, not knowing if our Doctor smoked.

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