text | un: m.cabrera

[naloxone]

[ turns out? space doesn't give a single fuck about your circadian rhythm. or maybe insomnia is just that attached to her that even the absence of a sun dictating her internal clock doesn't faze it, like an old friend you wish would just forget you already.

one night (?) late into the early hours (???) marta finds herself drifting out of the room she's come to assume will be hers for the indefinite future, passing through stark white walls with all the sterility of a hospital, but none of its familiar chaos.

she's still getting used to the earpiece. still getting used to hearing other people's voices in her head. she doesn't mean to add another in the void, but one of her own thoughts blares out too vividly as she stares out into an actual void: ]

—but where are the stars?

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[naloxone]

—You speak Spanish?

[unbreachable]

Not well. I’m better at French and Japanese. But I’d like to learn more.

I like languages. I speak five, fluently - though that includes English, so… four. Technically.

[blackfire]

（ excuse me, miss witch, he is a certified catboy thank u, this is a no dogs allowed zone. ）

[naloxone]

[ wHY does he have a cat ear headband what is naruto i don't even recognize her after the sasuke retrieval arc ]

[naloxone]

I don't know how good of a teacher I'd be, but... it would be nice to speak it again.
I only ever really got to with my mother and sister. And even then, it wasn't all the time.

[unbreachable]

I know the basics. Just listening and talking to you would help a lot. I’ve got a good ear for it.

[ It’s one of the only things he was better at than Yancy. ]

[naloxone]

I'd like that a lot.
I'm Marta.

[unbreachable]

I’m Raleigh. It’s nice to meet you, Marta.

[blackfire]

（ 🌈 𝓯𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓼 🌈🌈 ）

[naloxone]

[ oh okay that makes sense, everyone knows filler arcs are jungle rules ]

[blackfire]

（ basically negl.

hilariously i also stopped with the sasuke retrieval arc back in the day and only got back into it a few months ago, mainlined the entire damn thing and Here I Be.

decisions... were made... ）

[naloxone]

You too, Raleigh. I hope I didn't accidentally wake you. I'm still learning how these things work.

[unbreachable]

Nah, you didn't. I don't sleep much, so I was already awake.

[naloxone]

[ you know what you're valid though. i think my second read-through i made it up to shippunden but everything is all a blur to me and my little goldfish brain. I STILL MAINTAIN THE FIRST PART is so so good, what a wonderful gut punch, and then you know. stuff happened. ]

[naloxone]

Is that out of choice?

[oiorpata]

I've been. It still matters if you'll go back one day.

Eastern Europe. [ it's become her chosen arbitrary homeland when needed. ]

[unbreachable]

Not really. I have a lot of bad dreams, and it wakes me up. Once I'm awake, I usually can't go back to sleep.

[bossily]

Clara. [She introduces herself, having to shift her hold on her notebook so she can press her hand against her chest as she's speaking about herself.] I used to be a schoolteacher from London.

[Marta looks and seems so normal. Not like someone like so many of the others here that have powers and strength or two hearts. Marta is more like her, just a regular human that's been thrust into a grand adventure.]

I'm guessing this is your first time out in space.

[flickerandfade]

Ah, yes. One of the few mechanoid lifeforms aboard.

[naloxone]

That's the norm for you, isn't it?
It is... off-putting? To be surrounded by non-mechanoid?

[naloxone]

Oh. I'm sorry.
I could offer some remedies, but it sounds like the problem is what happens after you sleep.

[naloxone]

I've never been outside the state. Only been to Cuba other than that.
I always knew my world was small but...
Didn't realize just how small, till now.

[unbreachable]

It's a little bit of both. I've always been kind of an insomniac.

What kind of remedies?

[oiorpata]

I've done a lot of traveling, Cuba included.

It's not like we knew there were other universes out there.

[kovach]

[ the quieter time spent in the station are probably some of the most concerning for him; as much as he ultimately needs the rest, it's a constantly awareness that he doesn't necessarily have much to do with himself on here, just itching for the next mission simply for something to keep his mind and hands busy. otherwise, he's left to tend to his usual vices, drink in one to tend to an old fix for a good glass of whiskey, cigarette in the other as a result of the bad habit forced on by these nicotine-addicted lungs.

he isn't primed to be the most socially welcoming conversationalist but at the very least, he doesn't mind company while he has a drink and based on her questions all hinting at concern for her fresh arrival here, she could probably use one.

when she speaks out, he turns his head, giving her a look as he inhales from the stick in his smoke, pulling it out to blow out a small cloud of smoke from his lips. ]

That's me. Cabrera? [ he gives a vague gesture with his hand to the seat across from him before he grabs the bottle to begin filling up the second glass. ] Grab a drink.