http://feelnothinatall.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] feelnothinatall.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_92010-02-05 09:04 am

Downtime [open]

As many of the tech brigade had learned at some point or other, there was only so long that Stacy was willing to let them work before forcing a compulsory break, and Ahava was no exception. Even trying to reason that sleeping, considering the current circumstances, wasn't exactly restful any more didn't make a difference, so the senior scientist headed down to the Mess Hall, deciding she may as well grab something to eat while she was free. It was just too bad about what was the only food on offer there, but with the number of people on board already and their supply of real food having a finite limit, it was practical to keep the food that wasn't sludge for things other than someone's enforced lunch break.

So, tray in hand, Ahava pulled up a chair close to the entrance of the room and settled down with a sigh. Hmm, maybe a break wasn't such a bad idea judging from how her feet felt. Now if only she had some decent company to pass the time with as well...

[identity profile] smartnass.livejournal.com 2010-02-05 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
"You know, you can eat in the Sensoriums if you have trouble getting that down."

Yes, that was an empty chair speaking.

[identity profile] smartnass.livejournal.com 2010-02-05 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
"True. Personally, I just wanted a little time alone. No one wants to spend much time in here."

Lyle appears in such a way that you might momentarily wonder if you had just missed him before.

"I don't suppose you can give me any meditation advice? I don't seem to be very good at it."

[identity profile] smartnass.livejournal.com 2010-02-05 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Same here. I keep falling asleep. My body apparently thinks that if I'm not working, I must have nothing better to do."

Lyle seems just a bit amused with Ahava treating her food like a child treats vegetables. "The meditation is supposed to help with the dreams, so yes. I can't just sit around and do nothing."

If you count all his work in the lab as nothing.

[identity profile] smartnass.livejournal.com 2010-02-05 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
Having been the leader of the Legion, Lyle could argue with that. But he won't, not to an outsider.

"It's going well, though the dreams are a bit of a distraction. How's yours going?" He considers a moment. "What are you working on, anyway?"

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[identity profile] serial-innocent.livejournal.com 2010-02-05 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
Duncan wasn't feeling especially enthusiastic about his tray of sludge, although food was food and not to be turned down. It helped that he had waited until his hunger was strong enough to overcome such factors as... complete lack of sensory appeal.

He scanned the room for someone to eat with, and finally approached a friendly looking woman near the doorway. "Hello, would you mind if I sat here?"

[identity profile] serial-innocent.livejournal.com 2010-02-05 07:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Duncan Idaho." He dipped his head in greeting, returning the smile. "Ah, thank you. It's a pleasure to meet you, Doctor."

He chose the seat across from Ahava and contemplated the friendliness of his fellow passengers and which end of the sludge to begin on. (The closer one.)

[identity profile] serial-innocent.livejournal.com 2010-02-05 07:39 am (UTC)(link)
"New. I was among the recently popped." The term was colourful in a way he appreciated; he enjoyed the opportunity to use it. "Have you been awake long," Doctor "Ahava?"

[After "Questions To Your Answers"]

[identity profile] foreseen-future.livejournal.com 2010-02-06 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
Nura is feeling a little bubbly. Maybe it is because she's just handled one of her biggest concerns with relative ease, or that she has everything right on track now. She has decided to stop putting off meal-time and come down to the mess hall. The food doesn't look apetizing (did that glop pop an eye at her?) but food was sustenance, and Nura needs sustenance right now.

She grabs a tray, a plate, orders her food, and then looks for a place to sit. A quick vision directs her to Ahava, who she greets with a warm smile. "Hello, Ahava. How are you this evening? Food good?" She sits down.

[identity profile] foreseen-future.livejournal.com 2010-02-06 08:08 am (UTC)(link)
Nura shakes her head. "Sorry. I'm Nura Nal-Dox, but the Legion knows me as Dream Girl; precog." She pauses. "Of Earth-Prime." She takes her fork and digs it into the glop.

[identity profile] foreseen-future.livejournal.com 2010-02-06 09:44 am (UTC)(link)
Nura smiles, so happy that someone is finally not gawking over her being wedded to a Dox. "Yes. I am Naltor's most brilliant precog of my generation." She then frowned. "I'm sorry. I cannot."

[identity profile] doctorbadtouch.livejournal.com 2010-02-06 07:03 am (UTC)(link)
Though some time had passed Muraki felt like he had accomplished very little. Getting settled into an entirely foreign environment was difficult enough without the bizarre dreams (and various tentacles in the waking world), but he adjusted like everyone else on the ship. What else could he do, after all?

Oh. Of course. Make friends.

"Would you mind some company?"

[identity profile] doctorbadtouch.livejournal.com 2010-02-07 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
He set his tray down and claimed a seat across from the woman.

"Muraki." He replied, returning the smile with a polite nod of his own.
Edited 2010-02-07 04:34 (UTC)

[identity profile] doctorbadtouch.livejournal.com 2010-02-07 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"Is it that obvious? I arrived with the last group, but the crew has been very welcoming." He smiled slightly. "You say you're a doctor as well? It seems there are quite a few of us here. What do you specialize in?"