CHARACTERS: Eric Owens & Rey
LOCATION: the oxygen gardens
WARNINGS: god only knows
SUMMARY: He gets antsy sometimes and goes wandering. She just happens to be the most interesting thing he's seen today.
NOTES: ribbons are hard to sew onto leather purses, fyi
Despite the fact that the chicken thief was long gone, and the crime scene cold as the balls of an Antarctic researcher, Eric still worked the gardens into his daily routine. Or was the culprit a chicken murderer? He wasn't sure anymore, and it was an argument of semantics, anyway. The patrol was getting longer and longer lately, and he was wandering further from his room every time, finding ways to work a little more of the common areas of the ship into his little "walks." That was what he called them, should anyone get curious. So far, no one had. Suited him just fine.
Of course, there was no reason not to enjoy himself, either. And being one to follow his whims, Eric found himself on this particular afternoon up one of the trees in the oxygen gardens. His excuse would have been that it was a good vantage point, had any of his own team been on board to witness his climb. Sadly, they weren't...and he had begun in the last couple of months to miss them sincerely.
It wasn't a terribly large tree, but it held his weight easily, and if he were on a planet with an atmosphere and a sun, the leaves would have provided a lovely respite from the warmth, and the breeze would have wafted charmingly through the branches. Sadly, he wasn't on a planet, and there was no breeze there in the temperature controlled room. If there had been, he could have taken a nap. Which would have defeated the purpose of a patrol, but who was there to say that it couldn't be put on hold, anyway?