Watching and Waiting [open]

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Paranoia was a perfectly reasonable reaction to waking up in a strange place covered in slime, having a fight with tentacles that put some kind of throbbing...thing on him, and then being forced to run through mazes that shot fire, a cruel voice passive-aggressively taunting him the entire time.

Tarzan didn't know where he was, didn't know what was going on, and didn't know what happened to the people--and gorillas---he cared about most. His entire world had been turned upside down. He'd found himself in a strange place completely full of people, more people than he'd even imagined existed. It was full of lots of strange people, and some of them walked on two legs but didn't look human; others were clearly animals but they conversed with humans with apparently no difficulty.

They all were strange to him. Frightening, even to one that had faced Sabor. It was all so confusing. Even terrifying, all the more so because he couldn't find Jane or his mother anywhere, even when he searched during the times other slept.

So he'd hidden in Hydroponics, and taken to the trees, wary of every living being on the ship.

Anyone that entered Hydroponics and stayed there for long might find themselves having the unmistakable feeling that they were being watched.

But he was just as curious as he was frightened and cautious. As much as he was holding back from the people on the ship, he had a burning desire to speak to them, to figure out what they were all about.

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The feeling of being watched was not new to Jamie - the Geno Saurer tended to give him an "eyes on the back of the head" sensation that he'd initially thought unsettling but had come to regard as somewhat comforting in its familiarity. When that feeling was not accompanied by his massive blue death machine, however, it was a little creepy.

Jamie kept an eye on his surroundings as he moved through Hydroponics, thinking once or twice that he saw something moving among the overhead branches, but whatever it was - if in fact it was ever there to begin with - seemed to vanish in the time it took him to squint and try to get a closer look.

Tentatively he wrote it off as some form of alien wildlife. Everything in Hydroponics was supposed to have been trained not to attack people, and if something did try to jump him, Stacy would intervene, right? And if she didn't, he was prepared to Flare the hell out of it. And if that failed, well...he was good at running.

Settling beneath a tree adorned with mottled purple foliage, he opened his spellbook. He'd taken to coming here to study and practice his spellcraft in what scraps of spare time he could manage, and now he was going over some of the cantrips Aibghalien had taught him; currently he was reviewing Dancing Lights, using a muttered incantation and perfunctory gesture to summon a group of bobbing, luminescent spheres.

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Something rustled in the leaves but only briefly before there was silence once more.