In a corner of the obs deck, near the windows looking out over the bleed, there was a pile of papers scattered around. Upon closer inspection, they were slightly messy crayon drawings. Several of them tried to depict the view of the bleed out the window with dark smudges of color blended into each other. A few tried to do some perspective including the windows of the obs deck. Slowly they started transitioning to pictures of fields of flowers with animals happily frolicking through them, trees and grasses, birds flying in the sky and insects buzzing around.

There were a few drawings of little people who looked much like the artist, in a myriad of colors and all with smiles on their little faces. And the Prince's current piece was a depiction of two beings holding hands and tango-dancing together; a pretty woman in a pink dress and, in an explosion of colors, a huge figure with a big orange nose and a magnificent cape. Grasping a gold-colored crayon, the Prince carefully added a crown on top of the figure's head.

The Prince set his crayon down and studied the picture beneath his feet, hands on hips as he looked it over. Finally he let out a little sigh and sat down on top of it, setting his hand where the dancers' hands met on the drawing.

He frowned sadly and stared out into the bleed.

Title: Meaningful Things
Location: Stacy; The Sensoriums





The nightmares had woken him up again. For the third time in what was supposed to be his current sleep cycle, Renne had woken up literally screaming. He'd become familiar with these nightmares in the last three years but this was certainly a case of familiarity breeding contempt. Or, more aptly, familiarity breeding hate.

In his third time screaming awake and finding himself crying into his plushie, Renne had paled, the blushed, fearing he might have woken his roommate. That wouldn't do.

That wouldn't do at all.


Wandering aimlessly around the ship for a while, Renne eventually finds himself within a Sensorium chamber. Still clinging to his plushie, he sits down in the "blank" room to think. To think of his heroes, his enemies, the betrayers and the saviour.

When his mind calms enough, Renne smiles a little to his plushie.

"Rrrr-enne ma-ke prrres-ent fohrrr Bee."