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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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Yeah, I think that might be a good idea. Especially when I have a gentleman to escort me back.
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[He gets to his feet and offers her his arm. He'll make sure she makes it back to her room safely. With Ocelot and DD escorting her, she couldn't be safer.]