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exsiliumlogs2013-10-09 07:14 pm
fintastic) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-10-09 07:14 pm
[ OPEN ] And you ask me what I want this year...
Date & Time: October 9th, all day
Location: around the moon base
Characters: Feferi and YOU
Summary: A fish is sad for once in her life.
Warnings: None yet!
[ For Anyone ]
If you haven't seen Feferi around the moon base yet, then you just haven't been looking. Besides being noticeable wearing cheerful colors and with a perpetually sunny disposition, she's been at the clinic as well as all around the halls, trying to make sure no one's gotten left behind in the shuffle and that everyone's okay. She likes being helpful, and it distracts her from her own thoughts, but right now she's look a shade or two below her usual enigmatic self, walking a little slower around the halls, stopping to stare out windows with a puzzled look, like trying to read something and not quite understanding-- there's nothing but rocks, stars, and dust out there, though. She gives passers-by a wave and a smile, but more than ever she looks like she could use someone to talk to herself.
[ For Ashraf ]
Even doing clinic work-- what's left of it, anyway-- doesn't pick her back up. She just can't stop thinking about those kids. The clone children. She can't stop thinking about that girl. It's been over a sweep now, but seeing that poor girl lose control and immolate herself, it's never sat quite right with her, and she never felt like anything worthwhile came of it regardless. Maybe it's the lack of closure. So even going about clinic duties, she's a little more lackluster, shuffling papers at something less than her usual ridiculous pace.
[ For Sollux ]
Back in their room, Feferi takes to the pile of pillows and abandoned mattresses that makes up their "bed" now. Straight from the door to the pile, as it were. She could have moved them into an actual room once the dust settled, but now that they're here, it's kind of cozy. Curling herself up amid her favorite pillows, she toys with the tassle on one idly. She knows it's not like her to be so out of sorts, and that sleeping will probably help her, but after all this time it's starting to come down on her. Her lusus isn't here anymore to tell her that the future will be okay, that things will turn out how they need to, and despite the fact that she knows it will, it's hard to fathom at the moment.
Location: around the moon base
Characters: Feferi and YOU
Summary: A fish is sad for once in her life.
Warnings: None yet!
[ For Anyone ]
If you haven't seen Feferi around the moon base yet, then you just haven't been looking. Besides being noticeable wearing cheerful colors and with a perpetually sunny disposition, she's been at the clinic as well as all around the halls, trying to make sure no one's gotten left behind in the shuffle and that everyone's okay. She likes being helpful, and it distracts her from her own thoughts, but right now she's look a shade or two below her usual enigmatic self, walking a little slower around the halls, stopping to stare out windows with a puzzled look, like trying to read something and not quite understanding-- there's nothing but rocks, stars, and dust out there, though. She gives passers-by a wave and a smile, but more than ever she looks like she could use someone to talk to herself.
[ For Ashraf ]
Even doing clinic work-- what's left of it, anyway-- doesn't pick her back up. She just can't stop thinking about those kids. The clone children. She can't stop thinking about that girl. It's been over a sweep now, but seeing that poor girl lose control and immolate herself, it's never sat quite right with her, and she never felt like anything worthwhile came of it regardless. Maybe it's the lack of closure. So even going about clinic duties, she's a little more lackluster, shuffling papers at something less than her usual ridiculous pace.
[ For Sollux ]
Back in their room, Feferi takes to the pile of pillows and abandoned mattresses that makes up their "bed" now. Straight from the door to the pile, as it were. She could have moved them into an actual room once the dust settled, but now that they're here, it's kind of cozy. Curling herself up amid her favorite pillows, she toys with the tassle on one idly. She knows it's not like her to be so out of sorts, and that sleeping will probably help her, but after all this time it's starting to come down on her. Her lusus isn't here anymore to tell her that the future will be okay, that things will turn out how they need to, and despite the fact that she knows it will, it's hard to fathom at the moment.