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ataraxionlogs2015-06-28 07:01 pm
oversight) wrote in ataraxionlogs2015-06-28 07:01 pm
Entry tags:
Overture
CHARACTERS: Ryuuzaki (ryuuzaki ) & John Blake (oversight )
LOCATION: 10th floor kitchen
SUMMARY: The lingering effects (or the lack thereof) of the last ship-wide mental phenomenon are cause for debate as Blake finds Ryuuzaki in a kitchen with some seemingly improbable sweets.
It's safe to say that two weeks is more than enough time for John to return to his usual routine. He's back to the shuttle bay as soon as he's cleared for work, returned to repair duty because it's suggested he doesn't consider flying until he spends a little more time under observation. Despite the coma — a bizarre two weeks that still remain surprising devoid of any memories, though he's uncertain why they shouldn't — and the obvious... deficiency he presents for any newly gained mental abilities, he feels okay. Not great, but thankful it's not worse.
On one of his quietest afternoons yet, Blake spends part of his time off re-reading a book — something he'd read his first month here, since almost nothing around here is new to him anymore — and the rest of it quietly bemoaning his lack of company to distract him from said paperback novel. Eventually he gives way to a lingering hunger and makes his way toward the kitchen.
The floor's been quiet. Mostly empty, he figures, though he doesn't count faces so much anymore. Still, it wouldn't surprise him — again, almost nothing around here is new to him anymore — to run into someone along the way. What he isn't expecting, of course, is a plate of—
"...tarts?" Tucking the book under his arm, John bends down to scoop up the plate. He studies the finely crafted [astries and only just remains suspicious enough not to shove the whole cluster of three separate types right into his mouth.
He stands with the plate in hand and steps into the kitchen, almost immediately noting Ryuuzaki. The corner of his mouth turns up into a smile and he raises an eyebrow at the other man.
"Yours?"
ryuuzaki ) & John Blake (oversight )LOCATION: 10th floor kitchen
SUMMARY: The lingering effects (or the lack thereof) of the last ship-wide mental phenomenon are cause for debate as Blake finds Ryuuzaki in a kitchen with some seemingly improbable sweets.
It's safe to say that two weeks is more than enough time for John to return to his usual routine. He's back to the shuttle bay as soon as he's cleared for work, returned to repair duty because it's suggested he doesn't consider flying until he spends a little more time under observation. Despite the coma — a bizarre two weeks that still remain surprising devoid of any memories, though he's uncertain why they shouldn't — and the obvious... deficiency he presents for any newly gained mental abilities, he feels okay. Not great, but thankful it's not worse.
On one of his quietest afternoons yet, Blake spends part of his time off re-reading a book — something he'd read his first month here, since almost nothing around here is new to him anymore — and the rest of it quietly bemoaning his lack of company to distract him from said paperback novel. Eventually he gives way to a lingering hunger and makes his way toward the kitchen.
The floor's been quiet. Mostly empty, he figures, though he doesn't count faces so much anymore. Still, it wouldn't surprise him — again, almost nothing around here is new to him anymore — to run into someone along the way. What he isn't expecting, of course, is a plate of—
"...tarts?" Tucking the book under his arm, John bends down to scoop up the plate. He studies the finely crafted [astries and only just remains suspicious enough not to shove the whole cluster of three separate types right into his mouth.
He stands with the plate in hand and steps into the kitchen, almost immediately noting Ryuuzaki. The corner of his mouth turns up into a smile and he raises an eyebrow at the other man.
"Yours?"