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]

[ marta could sympathize with that. one day in, and she's already feeling so aimless she's striking up random conversation with other sleepless people for the sake of it. normally, she would just keep to herself. ]

It must be helpful for you, if you're taking so much care with it.

[bossily]

I typically spend my time reading. But I've run out of books, so this'll do. For now.

[She tries to hide the fact she's a huge space nerd by covering up with more acceptable forms of nerdery. Like reading.]

[naloxone]

[ the mention of books perks marta up, even though there is a twinge of wistfulness that comes along with it. ]

There are books here? In English?

[ dare she even ask if any are in spanish? that might just be a pipe dream. ]

[bossily]

I have books here that're in English. Though if you ever find any in the supply drops or on mission that aren't, our earpieces should auto translate for us.

[There's a pause as she realizes she should add on something else.]

Would you like to come by and take a look at the books I've collected? You can borrow whatever you like.

[naloxone]

[ marta has never been very good at hiding her emotions, so when clara makes that offer there's no denying how her expression immediately brightens. ]

If you don't mind, I'd love that. Thank you.

[ it feels almost surreal to think about having something so normal and familiar readily available to her on this station... she almost wonders if she should be allowed it.

chewing on her lip, she finally gestures to the notebook in clara's hand. ]

Are those your stars?