//booting…
On-line
Oh word, puter!
User 1, starpilot. Register name and verbal pattern.
Margo Blank White the-uhumthu fifth
Inaudible segment. Re-enter.
Margo Blank White
Greetings startpilot. Welcome to your onboard assistant.
-board assistant… Ass-istnat. Hi-larious.
IN-valid request. Re-enter.
Star log?
Star log 0…
Lovely, this chunky little thing does indeed have some use. I’ve always wanted to keep an honest to Venus starlog. Why not? Gals gotta do something while passing between ports. Plus if I ever get tragically killed, shot down over a desolate moon, someone might come to scavenge my wreck and accidentally find it. And maybe it’ll make good reading for a bit or so.
Keeping that in mind, since my snuggly denimed ass is apparently so special, this is for posterity. So that one day children my learn my name and weep..
My name is Margo Blank White.
I don’t like oranges, their little tendrils perplex me.
I’m a little under six foot by about half a foot and a little more. But it’s more comfortable that way, far less chance to bang my head on doors when walking through. Which I would do all the time if I was tall cause I’m ditzy and a little stupid when there’s something interesting to look at.
My skin is pretty pale and my frame pretty average. My ancestors came from some of the only land still unclouded in the northern hemisphere of Earth. The northern and north western extremities of europe. So I never tan, this massive star constantly burning just outside my window would be a massive issue for reasons far beyond the scope of a sunburn if not for the military grade insulation on said windows. My hair is, naturally, a dark brown. Almost as dark as jet black in the coldest winters and almost, painfully almost, strawberry blonde in the brightest summers. But as of now, its cut short Earth military style and dyed half white and pink from two separate occasions. White on the left mostly straight down the middle.
Usually some sort of bow or bird/bug pin up in there. I’m also probably going to be wearing my navy uniform for a while on account of I lost all my belongings. Red leather suits me fine anyways.
Brown doe eyes with better-than-ok makeup accouterments. I’ve been told: the face of the prettiest dutch milk maid in a flickr-porno, by some drunk in a crappy orbit bar.
I’m naturally pretty lean, but the service just recently got me in even better shape. The best shape of my life. So I suppose I can thank them for that. And for the ship here. And all those beautiful supplies and expensive weaponry to unload. Hope that assistant can’t read and interpret what I write.
But, that should give you a solid picture of what I look like.
Oh yeah, I ran away from the Cosmic Navy. Now I’m technically on the lamb and headed for somewhere better out past Terra’s reign.
Until the next time, real starlog…
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