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exsiliumlogs2013-12-07 03:39 pm
occlusion) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-12-07 03:39 pm
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Date & Time: Current, past midnight (December 7 3313).
Location: Observatory, moon base.
Characters: Asato Tsuzuki (omnomcinnabon) and Seiichirou Tatsumi (occlusion).
Summary: Two old men cannot go the fuck to sleep.
Warnings: Possible mention of gore, death, and depressing topics. This canon is terrible.
[ He wasn't sure if the habit of staying up during the graveyard shift or just the simple fact that they were on the moon was to blame for him pacing so restlessly. It had started innocently enough--just a cup of tea, perhaps, for a soporific--but that didn't cut it. It was better to make use of himself if he couldn't sleep. He had left their unit quietly, shutting the door as silently as could be allowed so he did not wake his co-workers. And it was only when he walked through the observatory that his momentum had slowed down.
Maybe it was the fact that they were on the moon. There wasn't much of an atmosphere outside the base, so it was so hard to tell what time it was without aid of a watch. It seemed as though every time he looked down at Earth through the observatory windows that he began to feel his stomach suddenly turn to lead. He had heard over the network that the Initiative were allowing them back down to Earth for the purposes of reclamation. It was frustrating that, while he knew that that meant they would be at least one step closer to home--their home, their time--the thought was still dreadful. And, really, he had no idea why.
Tatsumi sighed, looking at the curvature of the Earth. Perhaps he was spinning his wheels again, like he did then. It was hard to turn off that old habit of thinking too much, especially when it came of unnaturally old age. But he had to tell the others of what he heard about returning to Earth--that is, if they themselves hadn't heard it. It was the right thing to do. He had to force himself to repeat that in his mind. ]
Location: Observatory, moon base.
Characters: Asato Tsuzuki (
omnomcinnabon) and Seiichirou Tatsumi (occlusion).Summary: Two old men cannot go the fuck to sleep.
Warnings: Possible mention of gore, death, and depressing topics. This canon is terrible.
[ He wasn't sure if the habit of staying up during the graveyard shift or just the simple fact that they were on the moon was to blame for him pacing so restlessly. It had started innocently enough--just a cup of tea, perhaps, for a soporific--but that didn't cut it. It was better to make use of himself if he couldn't sleep. He had left their unit quietly, shutting the door as silently as could be allowed so he did not wake his co-workers. And it was only when he walked through the observatory that his momentum had slowed down.
Maybe it was the fact that they were on the moon. There wasn't much of an atmosphere outside the base, so it was so hard to tell what time it was without aid of a watch. It seemed as though every time he looked down at Earth through the observatory windows that he began to feel his stomach suddenly turn to lead. He had heard over the network that the Initiative were allowing them back down to Earth for the purposes of reclamation. It was frustrating that, while he knew that that meant they would be at least one step closer to home--their home, their time--the thought was still dreadful. And, really, he had no idea why.
Tatsumi sighed, looking at the curvature of the Earth. Perhaps he was spinning his wheels again, like he did then. It was hard to turn off that old habit of thinking too much, especially when it came of unnaturally old age. But he had to tell the others of what he heard about returning to Earth--that is, if they themselves hadn't heard it. It was the right thing to do. He had to force himself to repeat that in his mind. ]