trans_9 | Relax: Unconscious land is starting to get to you. [Open]

She hadn't kept track of the days much anymore. She did know that when she tried to sleep though, it wasnt a nice fitful sleep. She hadnt expected as much to begin with, considering she hadn't had that kind of sleep since being here, but somehow, her dreams had gotten progressively worse. Now there would be glimpses of things, bits and pieces of a memeory she was only starting to unravel, a secret fear she had that would make her feel apprehensive and uneasy when she woke up. She alwaus seemed to wake up the same way too: with a start, tears running down her cheeks. She couldn't figure out why she would wake up like that in the first place, but she would somehow get the feeling that she was forgetting something, and for a moment, there was an air of somebody she cared about sharing her pain.

It was a memory she grasped at, almost had then lost again.

This time, she just sat up, wiping her face and taking an exasperated breath. Not much had changed: they'd gotten a new person is the brig, who was just as likely to be here a long time like anyone else. Besides, Katara was curious as to who were the new arrivals on the ship: would they be anyone she knew?

(Open tag for Katara for visitors/cell mates, but also a general cell post if any visitors might want to drop in on the detainees.)

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Julian, considering he had been a recent guest of a prison, sure as hell wasn't in a hurry to enter another one. Still, he felt obligated to visit Katara. She was on his team, and he did think of her as a friend.

Of course, he was tense as hell being in there. Not to mention his neck itched like that collar was still on it. He tried his best to look relaxed despite that. He probably wasn't succeeding.

"Hey."

Katara looked up, and gave her team leader a smile. Despite the circumstances, she was glad to see him here. She was pretty sure it was a depressing place to be.

"Hey Julian," Katara said. "You need to get better at not looking like you expect Leon to throw you in here! Doesn't look like this place gives you good memories!"

He gave her a smirk, though it wasn't as confident as his usual ones, which seemed to exude pure ego. He unconsciously began scratching his neck, but forced himself to stop once he realized what he was doing.

"I've been in jail before. Can't say I was terribly fond of it," he told her in a bit of an understatement.

"How're they treating you down here?" She didn't look like she was being tortured, at least.

"I was too, in a way," Katara said. "I was taken prisoner twice. Both times it was by a tyrannical militaristic nation though, so this time is a little different. I still don't like not being able to do anything though, except catch up on my homework."

Katara shrugged. "Not bad, really. That Jason guy is a little creepy, but I'm otherwise fine."

"I'll see if I can get you an omnicomm." It'll at least be something to help pass the time.

"Is this going to be a habit of yours?"

"Thanks, I appreciate it," Katara said, giving her leader a smile. "I know I have a lot of homework, but I do like to keep up on the others on the ship."

Katara shook her head furiously. "Never AGAIN. I hate being in this cell, even if I kinda deserve it."

Not that actually made him smile. "Good. It means I can save you the whole big speech. Not that I'm the most qualified to give it. I've done so much bonehead shit in my life..." He wasn't the most qualified to tell her to listen to rules and follow orders.

"Besides, I'm betting half the ship has given you the speech already, haven't they?"

"And then some," Katara said, not quite knowing what "shit" meant, but was guessing it meant he'd done a lot of thing he wasn't really proud of. "Trying having some guy barge in here and tell you that you have to regret your sins or whatever, or some random jerk telling you that you were stupid. I might be thrown back in here for hunting those people down."

He only chuckled at her response.

"This is why you need to hang with me. I'll teach you the fine art of how to make people miserable, screw them over, and get away with it."

Katara REALLY shouldn't have been laughing at this, but she was. After all, she wasn't exactly happy with people being able to get her upset so easily, She didn't want to lack self control.

"And why would a hero know something like that?" Katara asked with a hint of pretend disapproval. "What exactly have you been doing on your world anyway?"

"Never said I was a hero, sweetheart," he told her with a smirk. "At least not in the traditional sense. You won't hear me screaming about truth, justice, the american way, and all of that.

"Sometimes doing the right things means you have to be a bit of a jerk, but you do need to know where the line is."

She was really going to have to get used to some of the pet names she go when she was on the ship, but coming fromJulian she ususally didn't mind.

"Glad to hear it," Katara said, grinning. "That's usually my things anyway, to coe up with all of the heartfelt speeches and talk about fighting for the greater good. Your job is to look good doing all that stuff."

Katara nodded. "I'll keep that in mind."

"I can handle the looking good part." He did have to take a quick moment to playfully preen and pose.

He did stop, though, when had to be a bit more serious.

"Also... as messed up as everyone is around here, I don't think anyone is your enemy. Last thing you need to do is make enemies where you don't have to."

"Oh, I noticed," Katara said, smirking. She wasn't flirting, just shooting the breeze. "But there has to eb a stick in the mud somewhere in the group, right?"

Katara nodded. "No, I don't think anyone is my enemy either. I think after this is done, there will be plenty of time to evaluate who the real enemy is."

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