Zooming up and down the halls as fast as she possibly can.

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Crashing down a flight of stairs and straight through a wall.

|| Yells about her FC just a little more

Meanwhile she crashed onto the floor as soon as the collision occurred.

Oops —

Sliding down the hall in her socks, accidentally crashing into the reader at full speed.

She’s afflicted with the zoomies, and is going up and down the halls at inconceivable speeds.

> Extraction missions are always complicated <

Faceplanting in the middle of the hall

“I don’t do well staying still for long.” Sabine could rarely be caught in her quarters. If she wasn’t sleeping, she was either walking the halls or finding some other source of stimulation. Security gave up trying to get her to adhere to curfews a long time ago.

|| Testing a gif real quick

“I don’t do well with staying in one place long.” Just standing still seemed enough of a challenge. She had started to rock back and forth on her heels, and was fidgeting by tapping her palms against either thigh. “Plus I want to get to the mess before the good stuff runs out. I’ll be fine.”

Jumping in on the Sunday tradition.

“I don’t know. One second they were on, the next they were gone. Poof.” More than likely she had just zoned out for long enough to miss what had happened to them. It would not have been the first time she lost her shoes while walking around.

“Hm?” Sabine looked down and eyed her socks. Somehow, she had nearly forgotten about losing her shoes. “Oh, right.” She glanced back up to the other Apartan and gave a small, unconcerned shrug. “Those went missing earlier today.”

Switching out the napkins, with the old one held in her right hand, Sabine nodded. “Alright.” There was always the chance that the shoes were lost forever. It would not had been the first time Sabine miraculously lost an article of clothing to the void.

6’1” of accidentally starting a fire in her quarters. Send help.

“Somewhere around then, probably.” Her attention lowered from the ceiling to the Chief. By then the bleeding had started to slow — but it was time for a new napkin. The first was nearly soaked through. “But I did a lot of walking around.”

“Oh, I left my room like…” Looking to her wrist for a watch. There is no watch. Looking to the wall for a clock — no clock. Looking straight up at the ceiling and going “uhhhhh” for about thirty seconds. “Two-and-a-half hours ago? Maybe three?”

My dad got crushed by a building.

“I, uhhh…” Trying to remember the exact events of her night forced her to pout. “Walked to the mess, got some hot chocolate, ran into some marines and chatted for a bit, walked around aimlessly, got yelled at for spilling hot chocolate on the floor, fell down a ramp.” And she’s talking a mach five.

At least it was just her shoes this time.

“They’ve been missing for about an hour.” She lowered her head just enough to glance up the ramp. Nope, no shoes up there. “I did put them on before I started walking around, but… Poof. They’re gone.”

|| There isn’t a Spartan with cooler armor or worse ADHD

“Yeah — I’ll take the long way to the mess.” Which she was headed the complete opposite way from judging by her ramp detour. Now that she was no longer covered by a pile of crates, the reason for her slipping was readily apparent: no shoes. Only socks. She won’t make it far before another slip.

“I’m fine,” she reaffirmed, “just need to figure out where my shoes went.” How did she lose her shoes? Not even she was sure. One minute she had them, the next she was sliding around the tiled floors with her socks.

“No no, there’s no need for that.” She talks awfully fast. Any faster and she would start to be difficult to understand. “Nothing’s broken. I think.” In about an hour everything would start to feel much more tender, but her assessment was correct.

The napkin was accepted and held to her nose — which of course made her wince. “Hm? Oh, no. It’s just a bloody nose.” And a great many bruises, but nothing worse. Sabine tilted her head back in hopes of slowing the bleeding. “But thank you.”

Following the initial shock of the accident subsiding, Sabine took the other Spartan’s hand and staggered to her feet. Though seemingly lucky enough to avoid any serious injuries, contact with her would reveal that she was lightly trembling. “Oh — good. I was just going to suggest carpeting them.”

“Tell that to the crates.” Accepting the Chief’s hand, the Gamma grunted as she got to her feet. Beneath the weight of the crates, she had apparently headbutted the floor hard enough to bloody her nose.

With a few crates moved aside, Sabine managed to push herself onto her hands and knees. “The crates were just collateral.” Rather than immediately getting up, she rubbed her temples with her palms. At least she wasn’t bleeding. “Ramps are the real enemies.”

No armor today; just cargo pants and a sweatshirt. And no shoes — just a pair of obnoxiously pink socks. It’s a wonder she didn’t slip sooner.

|| Yells about her FC just a little more

A hand would be awfully nice. As things are, she has a half-dozen crates pinning her to the floor.

Had she been wearing her armor, the disaster would have been isolated to the mess she caused. Unfortunately, getting crushed by a bunch of crates unarmored was enough to bruise even a Spartan. “I’m — ow.” She isn’t even making an effort to get free.

Nothing’s wrong with her, other than her tripping over a wet floor sign and becoming a bowling ball.

Tumbling down a ramp and crashing into (and toppling) a wall of stacked crates.

|| Sabine’s FC by the way

|| Eeeeee

|| The she

|| Wishing I could kidnap people on Infinite for one of the custom raids

Crashing through the ceiling, crushing a janitor’s cart beneath them.

|| Prettiest Spartan

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