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Entry tags:
- altered carbon: takeshi kovacs,
- doctor who: clara oswald,
- knives out: marta cabrera,
- mcu: erik stevens,
- mcu: peter quill,
- one piece: rosinante donquixote,
- pacific rim: newton geiszler,
- pacific rim: raleigh becket,
- star trek aos: leonard mccoy,
- the 100: clarke griffin,
- the old guard: andromache,
- transformers: megatron
text | un: m.cabrera
[ 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?
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?
no subject
but she definitely pauses to look at the item in his hand. ]
Isn't that a slinky?
[ it looks like a slinky. but maybe they've got other uses in space, who knows. ]
Clamps would be nice, though. Unless you plan on keeping me here the whole time.
[ ha ha. he wouldn't.
right? ]
no subject
[ He stretches it apart with his hands, then lets it retract, and while it does have a very slinky-like quality to it, the tube itself is much thicker. If it wasn't, it couldn't do what a coily-tubey is supposed to do. ]
Yes, yes, I'm looking! [ He comes back over to set the coil down, then hops back over to the Box Of Things in search for some clamps; all the better to relieve his unwilling assistant with! ] You're welcome to stay for as long as you like. You did say you'd help, eh?
[ But he pokes his head up from a pile of junkparts and offers her a smile. ]
Glad you're here. I was getting tired of talking to myself the whole time.