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[clericals]

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.

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[clericals]

[Space doesn't get all of the credit for that. Karen looks at him, and suddenly the view is all about Matt.]

Oh, uhm... [The heat rises in her face, because it was nearly a three count between Matt asking her to describe it to him and her snapping out of her avocado gazing long enough to respond.] There's so many specks of light. Like when you squeeze your eyes shut too tightly, only more. And there's color, Matt. I never would've expected that, but there's color. Purples and deep blues. It's like...it's like looking at a fairy tale, something that should only exist in dreams. But here it is, right in front of us.

[ergon]

[ The avocado might be blind, but he can sense your eyes on him, you know. He might not know what she's thinking, but he's largely aware of how it makes her feel; sensitive to the way her skin warms when she looks at him.

She's not looking at the stars anymore, but he doesn't mind -- she paints a magnificent picture with her description, the lilt of her voice, and in that instant he knows she's the most beautiful woman he would ever meet. He swallows, drawn into the cadence of her words, and wonders what it would be like to kiss her mouth, to press his lips against hers and pull her close right here, in a place that should only exist in dreams. ]

Beautiful. [ He doesn't necessarily mean the stars. But he quickly clears his throat. ] I forgot the coffee. Would you like me to get some?

[clericals]

[She must've watched The Little Mermaid a dozen times as a little girl. She knows every lyric to a very appropriate song. Unfortunately, there aren't any crabs in space, at least not any that could carry a tune.]

No. [Karen punctuates it by pressing closer, relaxing only when she considers his side of it.] Unless you want some. Do you want some? We could always go and come back.

[Space, she supposes, will still be there.]

[ergon]

[ He musters a small smile at that comment, letting the moment pass. She's so close that he could reach out and touch her, but he doesn't yet know if it's a good idea, if he wouldn't be ruining something that he's been building up with her. ]

Coffee sounds good. [ He comments with a smile, holding his arm out to her. ] Let's see if the coffee here is comparable to the one you make for us.

[clericals]

Don't get your hopes up.

[Karen smiles and takes his arm. Karen has many fine qualities, but nothing compares to her coffee skills. It's cliche, maybe even a little stereotypical. But in this case, it's true.

It's nice even just to walk with him, to stroll through the Moira like they're back on the sidewalks of Hell's Kitchen. And she has to say, it does smell a little better here.]

So what've you been up to? Have you made any new friends that I should hear about? What about your roommates?