Just Say Ow

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

Geoffrey was wandering, naked. Again. After losing everything to that new game of 'poker,' he'd been in the media library (again) trying to catch up with at least Javert when it came to all this strange, futuristic stuff. The result of those hours spent, unfortunately, was confusion, a pounding headache, and stars before his eyes.

He'd sort of wandered down toward the medical area, because the pain was truly ridiculous, but he didn't really think they'd have anything overly helpful. Books, real books, with proper spelling and a non-glowing surface to read from, those were the things he truly needed.

"Damn my eyes," he muttered - not entirely without humor - as he paused to rub at them. "Damn them to a hell worse than this, just as soon as I'm done using them."

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[aworldnevermade.livejournal.com]

"If you're going to do that, at least make sure you line up replacements first," Meluly says, pausing in her process of passing by.

She's wearing a length of red silk wrapped around her halfway between a sari and a toga—it may well have been a window drape or something in the first place. No plant-suit, though it repeatedly hints at revealing a bit more than needed to remain modest.

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

Geoff looks at the very strange woman (demon? again?) warily, but well, anyone with the sense to not wander around naked deserves some credit. "I was planning to let them take their journey only after my death," he says.

Still, she might be a demon, unlike some others. He takes a few steps back, just to be safe.

[aworldnevermade.livejournal.com]

Luly's eyebrows inch upwards. "You don't like those stupid suits either?" she asks , breaking into a small smile.

Well, it is pretty obvious what he doesn't have on.

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

"They hardly provide proper covering, and the pulsating was a bit much," Geoff admitted with a slow grin. Maybe she was a friendly demon.

Or some strange, strange person who has very unique skin problems.

[aworldnevermade.livejournal.com]

Those silver-white tattoo patterns—they cover most of her body—look a bit too regular and stylistic to be a skin condition, at least.

"Mmm... I hope I can actually get some real clothing sometime. Even my uniform would be better..."

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

"I miss my coat," Geoff supplies. "Or any coat, really."

[aworldnevermade.livejournal.com]

Luly chuckles a little and nods. "I wouldn't mind—anything. Better than the living...eugh." Her face twists. "This whole place is so creepy."

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"....Your eyes? Uh what about ours?" Kate eyed him, and yes she couldn't help glancing down dubiously.

I mean it's *right* there in plain sight. Kind of hard not to.

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

"Your eyes have done nothing to offend me, m'lady," Chaucer assures her, slightly perplexed.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"I mean what about our eyes? What happened to your clothes?" Kate finally forced her eyes up to make eye contact with him.

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

"Presumably, the same thing that happened to yours," he replied, eyeing her plantsuit. Because those were so much better than his own nudity, oh yes. Personally, he had the feeling they were worse.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Kate glanced down, and then added, "Ok, I miss my costume too, and the throbby's weird. But you can't just wander around naked. I mean did Stacy spring you from a nudist camp?"

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

"No, she sprung me from 1300s London; apparently long before you were so much as a glimmer in anyone's eye, and I am afraid that if you were brought up in gentler, less poverty-stricken society, where men were not forced to, at times, wander naked, you shall have to become accustomed to it now, or abstain from my presence."

"At least until I find another blanket."

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

"You really need to stop losing your clothes, man," Dean remarks as he pauses next to Chaucer, folding his arms. He'd been wandering, as usual, walking off the boredom, when he'd seen the writer rubbing at his eyes.

"You alright?"

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

"Hm? Oh, yes." Geoff glanced up at the other man, grimacing. It wasn't that he wasn't glad to see Dean, just... well, ow.

"I think I've been reading too long. My eyes, well, they could be better, I suppose, and those odd boards they have the writing on don't precisely help, with all that luminescence."

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

"Y'know, usually that's a sign that you either need to stop reading so much, or get glasses," Dean says mildly, eyebrow raised. Pfft, Dean's not worried about the guy, of course not.

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

"Glasses?"

Nothing he's read yet has explained what glasses are, so Dean's getting a blank look pondering squint.

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

"... Glasses," Dean confirms. For a moment, it's quiet, and then Dean gets it. "Oh, hell. You don't know what glasses are?"

With an exasperated sigh, Dean explains. "They're what they sound like. Two flat glass lenses that you put in front of your eyes so you can see. That was you don't get headaches."

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

"Pieces of glass really do that? They truly can get rid of my headaches?" He's trying not to get too excited about that; they are, after all, only pieces of glass.

But to be able to see would by wonderful; he could compose poems to the ability to read his own writing without headaches.

[doctor-jeangrey.livejournal.com]

Jean had actually decided to take a break from the med bay and was thinking that it might actually be time to look around the ship. She really didn't know where anything was to be honest... The actual only times she'd ventured very far from the med bay was to get something to eat...

She hadn't gotten very far when she ran into a naked man rubbing his eyes. Rubbing eyes was way better than rubbing other things.

She stopped, and made sure she was focusing her attention on his upper half. "Um... Are you alright?" Yeah, can we say awkward?

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

"Beyond a pounding headache? Yes, I am quite fine."

Geoff looked up at the woman and smiled, completely comfortable in his own skin. He recognized her, vaguely, as one of the crew members who were slightly newer than he was, but that was about all. The med bay had been a bit weird for him, so he hadn't stuck around it very long after the fighting.

[doctor-jeangrey.livejournal.com]

"I could perhaps help with that.... Your headache that is..." Jean stammered, making sure she focused on his face and nothing else.

She was silent for a moment before finally bursting out with, "Might I ask why you're naked?"

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

"My headache? Do you have some remedy beyond rest, gentle lady?" he asked curiously.

Then he paused and looked down at himself. Why was he naked? An excellent question, and one he had no intention of answering truthfully.

Well, at least not with the whole truth, at any rate.

"As for my state of undress, I apologize if it gives you offense, but at present, any method of clothing myself seems to be beyond my means."

[doctor-jeangrey.livejournal.com]

"Well I am a doctor, I'm sure I could come up with something," Jean said with a small smile. She was sure she could find something to help....

Her gaze momentarily followed his, and immediately shot right back up, her cheeks instantly turning several different shades of red.

"Oh, well... I wouldn't say distressed, more... Seeing a naked man wandering around isn't something I'm use to seeing everyday...." She paused her brows arching in question. "Didn't you get one of these lovely suits like everyone?"

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

If this woman was a doctor, perhaps she did know some tea or herb that would relieve the ache. Chaucer nodded, "I suppose some earlier respite would be welcome."

Looking up just quickly enough to catch where the good doctor was looking, Geoff looked left, then up, before back to her. He was torn between amusement and awkwardness; his nudity seemed to be causing plenty of problems, but he couldn't really understand why everyone insisting on noticing. With a sigh, he explained, "I chose to forgo the suit, as it seems hardly more than a second skin, and a vulgar one at that." He meant the pulsing. "I would rather be clothed properly, or wear naught at all."