Evangeline Anastasia McDowell

[Bazza]

Entry#: 140
Date: 19 - 03 - 819 AS @ 21:26 SUT
Title: Untitled.

Two weeks... guess it's about time for a diary entry.

I suppose I should start with the most important of the previous fortnights' events - Our little Rheinlander decided he had to go away on secret men's business again. At least this time he stuck around long enough for a bit of a cuddle before leaving.

After having this much time to collect and sort my thoughts I've come to the realisation that he probably won't ever stay on solid ground here. With that said, I believe that so long as his body holds life he'll drag it back every now and then. Regardless of the problems he has in his life I think he genuinely cares about the well-being of his daughter, in the least. What he actually thinks of me I probably won't ever know.

The door will be open when he decides to pay me and his girls a visit. That much I will guarantee.

Moving on to other more pleasant events;

Alsatia is, for the most part, complete. We have reached a stage where I believe the heavy construction is over. From this point on the focus is turning this installation into something I could call a home. I ensured that my own quarters reflected this from the very start, or else I'd've never been able to sleep properly. Now it's time to makeover the whole base the same way.

These bare concrete walls need a facelift badly. I am sick of seeing Gray on all 6 sides of any given point I find myself in. The challenge is finding a colour that works with the theme of the place.

I was thinking that a soft, baby-blue might work. But it's so close to Gray it probably wouldn't make a difference. White was suggested for utilitarian value but it has the same issues. Then the idea of crazy stuff came pouring in. Fluorescent Green, hot pink and all those. If not for the small girl suggesting them I'd've slapped someone stupid.

This is purely hypothetical at this stage but I am leaning towards a creamy off-white colour for the walls and brilliant white for the ceilings with plain concrete for the floor. No point painting something that's gonna get trodden over by a bunch of dirty miscreants like ourselves and the company we keep here.

Just need to find someone who can lay bricks and mortar worth half a damn.

Actually. Speaking of Company.

I have the suspicion I have neighbours on Wichita. I've picked up a small but obvious assortment of ships bound for the planet in an inexcusably direct pattern. I think I should send them a warm greeting in the near future but... looking at the scanner results of some of the heavier ships I'm not sure I want to. Rather scary looking guns on the front of some of them.

Just hope they don't come knocking over the condition of the side fence.

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