2B. [Any Location] How do vacation; can you eat it?
One minute, César had been at work, doing things that made his heart sick. The next, he woke up in a room that wasn't his own. He read the note, bewildered. Bewilderment is joined by alarm when he can only go to the muster drill, during it, and after.
But he hides that by being quiet, expression only mildly worried. He watches the other people react normally. César knew this sort of thing is possible; it's not a worry. Instead, he worries about all the things left undone back home.
Ten minutes later, César regains his resolve, face set and determined as he begins a brisk walk. He doesn't know what's going on. So his first order of business is to memorize the layout of the ship and learn what else he can.
... Unfortunately, as careful as he tries to be while looking around and walking quickly, it's quite possible he might accidentally bump into someone at any point in the ship. Or, well, appear suspicious. It's not his fault he looks good in a goatee and quiff, all right?
2B. [Atrium] This, clearly, was not how to vacation; whoops
César's grateful he kept up with the gym. But even with that, he's definitely spent the last several hours exploring the large ship from top to bottom. While forgetting to do important things like drink water or eat anything, such was his hyper-focus. Such was his hyper-focus back on Earth, too, as he had drunk only coffee and water.
Several mistakes were made.
He'd be laughing at himself if he wasn't just dizzy and fatigue enough that flopping onto a comfortable seat in the atrium is about all he can muster. Right. All his physical cues to eat and drink were left at home.
César isn't the type to ask for help, but he's clearly not feeling too hot right now. Not badly so, but enough that someone could help him recover a bit faster before taking care of things himself.
3. [Library] Who gets in trouble if the library itself is loud?
Still not sure what to do about this, César decides to unload the problem onto his subconscious self. Which means distracting his conscious self. Books are a good distraction, especially since it's been forever since he's read one.
And it'll be a while longer, because the moment he reaches for an interesting sounding title, another flies from the shelf takes aim for his head. It misses because of the bad angle. The second book that flies off gets him right in the shoulder.
César dives behind a solid looking chair, peeks out from behind it, and then ducks back down when another book takes aim for his head.
Get Out.
César's eyes widen, his body stiffens. He even winces as another couple of books whizz by his chair. Yet, his voice is eerily calm. "Oh. This can't be good."
César Salazar | Generator Rex | OTA
One minute, César had been at work, doing things that made his heart sick. The next, he woke up in a room that wasn't his own. He read the note, bewildered. Bewilderment is joined by alarm when he can only go to the muster drill, during it, and after.
But he hides that by being quiet, expression only mildly worried. He watches the other people react normally. César knew this sort of thing is possible; it's not a worry. Instead, he worries about all the things left undone back home.
Ten minutes later, César regains his resolve, face set and determined as he begins a brisk walk. He doesn't know what's going on. So his first order of business is to memorize the layout of the ship and learn what else he can.
... Unfortunately, as careful as he tries to be while looking around and walking quickly, it's quite possible he might accidentally bump into someone at any point in the ship. Or, well, appear suspicious. It's not his fault he looks good in a goatee and quiff, all right?
2B. [Atrium] This, clearly, was not how to vacation; whoops
César's grateful he kept up with the gym. But even with that, he's definitely spent the last several hours exploring the large ship from top to bottom. While forgetting to do important things like drink water or eat anything, such was his hyper-focus. Such was his hyper-focus back on Earth, too, as he had drunk only coffee and water.
Several mistakes were made.
He'd be laughing at himself if he wasn't just dizzy and fatigue enough that flopping onto a comfortable seat in the atrium is about all he can muster. Right. All his physical cues to eat and drink were left at home.
César isn't the type to ask for help, but he's clearly not feeling too hot right now. Not badly so, but enough that someone could help him recover a bit faster before taking care of things himself.
3. [Library] Who gets in trouble if the library itself is loud?
Still not sure what to do about this, César decides to unload the problem onto his subconscious self. Which means distracting his conscious self. Books are a good distraction, especially since it's been forever since he's read one.
And it'll be a while longer, because the moment he reaches for an interesting sounding title, another flies from the shelf takes aim for his head. It misses because of the bad angle. The second book that flies off gets him right in the shoulder.
César dives behind a solid looking chair, peeks out from behind it, and then ducks back down when another book takes aim for his head.
Get Out.
César's eyes widen, his body stiffens. He even winces as another couple of books whizz by his chair. Yet, his voice is eerily calm. "Oh. This can't be good."