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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 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.]