http://midgar-flowers.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] midgar-flowers.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_92010-01-10 08:11 pm

Disturbed dreams [Open]

After her time on the ship, she thought she was beginning to understand the voice of Stacy, humming her songs through her structure. She was becoming familiar to her, and a comfort in her own rite, especially after traveling to the planet (Earth, they called it) and feeling the difference.

But now...it felt different. Something felt off, but she could not place how. Perhaps she was simply off-balance from the disquieting dreams as of late. They had done well in chipping away at her peace, but she maintained an outward calm despite it. Panic and discomfort spread easily, and the crew of this ship had all their own troubles to deal with. If she was to help them or Stacy, spreading panic would not do it.

And yet, she could not help a faint frown, as she looked down at her meal. She chose to continue to feed herself with Stacy's offered sustinance, but then...she knew very little of much of the other food Stacy offered. She would not take away the limited supplies from those who had difficulty eating what Stacy offered in surplus.

Why would she dream of ShinRa now?

[identity profile] lilyofthedrills.livejournal.com 2010-01-11 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
There was a child standing over her with big, dark eyes and a strange hat. "Ah...Hello...I'm sorry to disturb you..."

[identity profile] lilyofthedrills.livejournal.com 2010-01-13 05:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Somewhat reassured, Yuri still nervously twiddled her thumbs. "Um, I just wanted to let you know there's a trick to the food here. If you take it to the sensoriums, you can make it taste and feel like whatever you want."

[identity profile] greenie-arrow.livejournal.com 2010-01-11 04:44 pm (UTC)(link)
The food here sucks, there's no doubt about it. Oh, how Ollie longs for a hot flaming bowl of chili right now... Either way, food is food, right?

After he gets his tray filled with slop, he passes by a few of the tables, looking for one that isn't so crowded so he doesn't have to deal with some of the more colorful characters on the ship right now.

Thats when he spots the woman in pink who looked rather, well, distressed. Being the bleeding heart that Ollie is, he sighs and turns directions to head towards her. "Not exactly fine dining they've got going on here," he offers with a smile, trying to sound light-hearted and friendly.