Still not settled. [[Open post]]

[somethingwithsomeslink]

When the lights came on in the station, Zoe let herself relax for a few minutes. And then the questions that she'd been asking herself came flooding back. Because someone did all of this - took their things, undressed them, put them in cells. It can't all be done remotely and it bothers her. She's not sure that it bothers her more than anyone else, but so far everyone's been more concerned with the lights and exploring than everything that came before that.

The random signs of previous life, too, are unsettling. Like a ship razed by Reavers, then scavanged for supplies. A small doll in a corner, a book with pages ripped out somewhere else. Almost like an attempt at a clean up that wasn't done by a very thorough group of people. And then there's whatever's in the walls.

In an effort to be...sociable, and avoid Wash calling her paranoid every night before bed, Zoe's wandering, talking randomly to a few people but still, for the most part, keeping to herself. She's met a few others before now - is actually worried about that Alayne girl - and curious as to how Wash's cellmate has been adapting. She roams with arms crossed over her chest, trying to observe unobtrusively. People pass and she gives tight smiles, small nods, until eventually she winds up sitting on the observation deck, staring out into the black. At least that part's familiar.

Care for a game? [Open to all]

[its_a_gerund]

Above all else, Dakin was bored.

That wasn't to say there weren't things to do here. He'd (under duress he'd always claim) helped the old lady get some of the rooms cleaned. He'd spent hours staring out at stars he'd never expected to see up close. He'd tried to get books, magazines, cigarettes, anything that was entertaining at all from the replicators without any luck. There were things he wasn't about to do, either. Explore for one. Sure, since the lights had come back on he'd been for a wander or two, but the strange scratching that came from behind the walls was enough for him to decide to head back to where there were others. Not that he was scared, mind, he just had enough sense to not do something moronic and mad was all. Exploring this place seemed like one of those mad things, something to be left for others. He was content to hear about it all after.

Except, it all came back to the fact he was bored.

It was boredom that drove him to what he was doing now. He'd found what was obviously a girl's journal whilst doing as little as he could for the cleaning effort. At the time he'd been happy for the paper and a pen, even if it was in that tone of purple girls called lilac. Largely blank, he was now sitting in the observation area, each of the sheets carefully torn into almost the same size rectangles. With the pen (Pink, but all he had) he was drawing hearts, spades, diamonds and clubs on one side of each. Because dammit, homemade cards were about the best type of entertainment he seemed able to manage here. And Dakin, beyond anything else, was bored.

(no subject)

[highfunctioning]

[March 3rd]

After release from quarantine, before group-exploration. In which Sherlock Holmes is very useful.

[HERE|Rated T]