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thisavrou_log2016-05-29 04:18 pm
clericals) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-05-29 04:18 pm
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Who: Karen Page & You
When: 5/29
Where: About the Moira (aft, bar, galley)
What: After being sad about Foggy, Karen starts leaving her room again.
Warnings: n/a
The aft:
[She's never going to get tired of looking out at space. Sure, it's kind of scary, makes her feel small. Is it wrong that that's all a part of the appeal? It leaves Karen with more questions than answers, and that does get under her skin, but at least it keeps her mind busy.]
Star light, star bright. [Karen whispers the words, not checking to see if there is anyone else there with her.] First star I see tonight...
[She hasn't said the poem since she was a little girl looking up at the night sky. She's so much closer now, right in the middle of them. It makes her smile.]
I wonder what she would think about all this.
The bar:
[It will never be Josie's, with its colorful clientele and rusty pipe water that "encourages" you to keep drinking beers. Karen sighs before bringing a glass to her lips, and the alcohol is far and away better than anything she was ever served there.
God, she misses it. If Karen closes her eyes, she can still hear the sound of a cue ball sinking another one, the chatter of rough customers talking about their crappy jobs or their amazing dogs. Foggy's laugh.
This is the way Matt experiences it all, the other senses putting in overtime to make up for the loss of sight. She sits that way for awhile, eyes closed and the seat beside her empty. She'll be in for a surprise if she opens then and finds it suddenly occupied.
(By all means, surprise her.)]
The galley:
Hello?
[It's late, really late, though there's not an hour of the day or night when the Moira can be accused of being truly deserted. But the galley seems to be empty at the moment, and Karen plans on making use of it. Everyone needs to sneak in for a little midnight snack now and then, right?
Except probably the robots on board. Karen isn't really sure what they eat. She starts taking a look around at whatever there is to offer.]
Come on, there's gotta be some pickles somewhere.
When: 5/29
Where: About the Moira (aft, bar, galley)
What: After being sad about Foggy, Karen starts leaving her room again.
Warnings: n/a
The aft:
[She's never going to get tired of looking out at space. Sure, it's kind of scary, makes her feel small. Is it wrong that that's all a part of the appeal? It leaves Karen with more questions than answers, and that does get under her skin, but at least it keeps her mind busy.]
Star light, star bright. [Karen whispers the words, not checking to see if there is anyone else there with her.] First star I see tonight...
[She hasn't said the poem since she was a little girl looking up at the night sky. She's so much closer now, right in the middle of them. It makes her smile.]
I wonder what she would think about all this.
The bar:
[It will never be Josie's, with its colorful clientele and rusty pipe water that "encourages" you to keep drinking beers. Karen sighs before bringing a glass to her lips, and the alcohol is far and away better than anything she was ever served there.
God, she misses it. If Karen closes her eyes, she can still hear the sound of a cue ball sinking another one, the chatter of rough customers talking about their crappy jobs or their amazing dogs. Foggy's laugh.
This is the way Matt experiences it all, the other senses putting in overtime to make up for the loss of sight. She sits that way for awhile, eyes closed and the seat beside her empty. She'll be in for a surprise if she opens then and finds it suddenly occupied.
(By all means, surprise her.)]
The galley:
Hello?
[It's late, really late, though there's not an hour of the day or night when the Moira can be accused of being truly deserted. But the galley seems to be empty at the moment, and Karen plans on making use of it. Everyone needs to sneak in for a little midnight snack now and then, right?
Except probably the robots on board. Karen isn't really sure what they eat. She starts taking a look around at whatever there is to offer.]
Come on, there's gotta be some pickles somewhere.
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[Karen thinks about that for a few moments, humming thoughtfully. It probably wouldn't have been much easier for her to answer that question back in Hell's Kitchen. But the answer that she does come up with is similar.]
Getting to know people who can be nice and helpful and just good, even under the worst circumstances.
[Like Foggy and Matt, but also like Ocelot and the other people that she's spoken to on the ship.]
And getting to know them better. I'd say that's pretty good as far as 'normal' goes, wouldn't you? [Karen tilts her head at him.] What is it for you, Sam?
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Uhhh...
[ For what it was worth he did actually give the question some thought. ]
Riding my Ducati. Just that feeling of the wind rushing past, as close to 'flying' as you could get back home.
[ Sam closed his eyes with a smile momentarily at the memory. They open and nostalgia turns to chagrin soon enough. ]
Here, there is flying around. Kind of puts a damper on things. That's what I miss most, though That was 'normal'.
[ Obviously a little awkward in talking about himself Sam shifts uncomfortably from foot to foot. ]
There has to be something other 'getting to know people'. So, come on. I told you something, you say something now.
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[Karen can certainly see the appeal, the excitement and the freedom of it. Enough risk to make your heart beat faster, but not enough that the fear outweighs the fun.]
I can see why it wouldn't be the same.
[Some might argue that the actual flying is better, but she thinks she understands where he's coming from. Knowing something and loving it so much, it would be impossible not to miss it.]
Okay, but you have to promise not to laugh. [Even if she looks on the verge of it herself.] But cookies and a milkshake, and crappy friday night tv. Those shows about hunting ghosts, I miss those.
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[ Sam tries hard not to laugh.
Very. very hard.
He ends up pulling a ridiculous face in the effort. Karen may even find said ridiculous face funny, but either way Sam can't keep this up, and loses the battle with amusement. Putting a hand u partially in apology Sam did laugh at the idea of anyone watching those dumb ghost hunter shows. After a moment though he did look at Karen quizzically ]
Friday night TV? I'd think you would be way too much of social butterfly to be watching crappy TV on Friday night.
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Yeah, well. [Karen shrugs a shoulder, a smile still on her lips.] If Matt or Foggy were up for it, I'd do something with them. But Matt seems busy most nights, and Foggy started going out with Marci again. So I was flying solo.
Maybe I should make it a point to start going out on Friday nights here, even when I can't go very far.
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Well, it's technically always night in space. And I'm not too sure on days of the week.
[ Sam could have seriously just kicked himself there. Talk about a perfect opening and he'd totally blown it. ]
The mess hall isn't really the kind of place you go "out" to, anyway.
[ At this rate she was going to think Sam didn't like her or the idea or something. It seemed like the more he tried to make things better, the worse each successive statement sounded until he just felt awkward and stupid for saying anything at all.]
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Then I guess I don't have to wait for Friday night to come around. I can start whenever I like, right? And the mess hall is at least as good as my living room. But I am open to suggestions. What do you normally do?
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Uh. Well, I'm probably pretty boring? At home it's entirely too many rounds of Snood. If it's just me, then chillax in front of my awesome view of the river.
[ Sam opened the holographic interface on his MID. Better to talk about the Moira actually. Sam intended a lot of changes, back home, but hadn't had the chance to make them yet. ]
Here I'll try to work on part of the interlocking design for Cyclonus' escape pods.
...which is a fancy way of saying I'm a computer nerd, so I usually end up in the Lounge so I don't keep anyone awake at night.
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[Karen smiles, but she looks a little unsure too, like maybe he just made that word up. Even if he did, maybe they can make up a game to go along with it.]
What about sleep?
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] Sam smiled as he spoke. Pulling his phone from the pocket of his uniform. He showed Karen that yes Snood is a real game. (Just think of Candy Crush with faces )
As for sleeping…well. Sam has successfully kept the nightmares at bay by staying awake until he literally passed out from exhaustion. He wasn't expecting Karen to ask so his smile wavers a bit. He quickly looks away but since Karen has been the first (and only) to ever ask, Sam eventually shrugs lamely and tries to salvage what he can of his smile. ]
Whenever, wherever. Usually I'll fall asleep while working.
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[Karen laughs after peeking at his phone. But there's worse addictions to have. Something changes after she asks about sleep, his expression, the way he avoids her eyes. Karen's smile fades into more of a concerned look.]
A workaholic? [Although she doesn't know many of those who also have a game on their phone.] Hey, you know, I have nightmares sometimes, and I have this friend - well, I met him here. He says he can help with things like that. If that's something you need, that is.
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I look that pitiful, huh.
[ It was rhetorical. She did catch him by surprise though. ]
It's almost funny. You'd think at this point I'd be dreaming of electric sheep.
[ Only it's not funny. It's not funny at all. And she would probably never get the bleak in-joke here. Sam was almost physically shrinking sway, though. He took a step back, sliding his phone back into the pocket of his uniform.
The last thing he wanted was to be some sort of pity case.]