Posted July 20, 2020, 3:23 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Lane Grauagen (Medical Researcher) (Crissy N)
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Stark Nightstalker (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Post-Sim - Wandering Deck 38’s Arboretum
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Lane Grauagen (Medical Researcher) in Post-Sim - Wandering Deck 38’s Arboretum
OOC: As always, feel free to pop in :pIC:
It was… late. For all that mattered aboard a starship; for all that mattered when Lane barely slept. He tugged his shoes on and spared a glance for his defacto guard, asleep in the second bunk, having firmly pulled a pillow over his own head. Lane was certain West knew that he would escape into the late shift and that, aside from thin pretense, it didn’t matter. Still, he left quietly. Lane was, at least, polite.The Athena held no familiarity to him. Most things or people or opinions didn’t anymore, but it was a literal case now— a Mythology was wholly new. But, anterograde amnesia was not Lane’s problem; the schematics he’d received upon assignment would be enough.
He breathed in the recycled air as he made his steps through the halls and it, more than most senses, gave him a sense of normalcy. It was as close to ‘home’ as Lane would find, he supposed. It shifted once he entered the arboretum, one of the smaller aboard the ship, the smell now infused with an unmistakable note of greenery.
Lane sat in a relatively clear area, off the pathing, and breathed in again.
This wasn’t it.
Nature wasn’t really his thing.
With a silent sigh, he let his body fall so that he was flat on his back, staring up and up at the artificial ceiling.
Grauagen, Medical
A black-furred face with a white scar across one eye hove into view. “Nice view from down there?” was the polite inquiry.
Stark Nightstalker CIO
Lane’s grey eyes blinked up at the man for a long moment. “Oh,” he intoned, mellow, as casual as the answer should have been, “You’re the one with modifications.”
Grauagen, Medical
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