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givingback) wrote in nysalogs2018-09-11 02:32 pm
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Who: Brianna Randall (givingback) & OPEN
What: Heading back to where everyone's hanging out in stasis.
When: September 12th.
Where: The Station
Warning(s): death of a parent conversations likely.
[ It's not even mid-month yet, and already, Bree's had a more exhausting September than she's ever had in her life. Her mother? Possessed - literally. That would be enough, but the ghosts, the wailing, the missing of the dead was all too much. Enough to push Bree into finally getting back to the station, back to where everyone is still in stasis.
It's not hard to find the room once there, and as she stares at all the pods she wonders how they choose who gets to wake and who doesn't. A daughter needs her father with her, right? Or maybe it's enough that she has her mother. Maybe it's enough that she has a father she doesn't even know well yet. Walking among the pods, she finds Frank easily enough. His glasses are on his face and she closes her eyes for a second against a laugh that's half amusement half...something else. ]
Can't forget your reading glasses.
[ She murmurs that softly, touching the pod feather lightly before looking up at his sleeping (?) face. ]
You have no idea how much I miss you. Sometimes, back home, it still felt like a dream. I keep walking back through that day because it seems so impossible. You were alive in the morning when I came downstairs. You were alive when I went to the library. You were alive when I was at the movie. And then you weren't. You were just gone. You were gone in between me buying popcorn and watching Tunga Khan executing all the missionaries. It isn't fair.
[ Taking a deep breath and wiping away a tear, she slides down and sits on the floor right by his pod. And she talks to him. About everything. He probably can't hear her, but she tells him she knows about Jamie, about the stones and all the rest of it, talking to him for hours before finally sounding like she's wrapping up. ]
I wish they would wake you up. I'm here, and we could have more time together. All you have to do is wake up, dad.
[ She's not even aware that anyone else has entered the room with her, sitting with her knees curled up to her chest. ]
givingback) & OPEN What: Heading back to where everyone's hanging out in stasis.
When: September 12th.
Where: The Station
Warning(s): death of a parent conversations likely.
[ It's not even mid-month yet, and already, Bree's had a more exhausting September than she's ever had in her life. Her mother? Possessed - literally. That would be enough, but the ghosts, the wailing, the missing of the dead was all too much. Enough to push Bree into finally getting back to the station, back to where everyone is still in stasis.
It's not hard to find the room once there, and as she stares at all the pods she wonders how they choose who gets to wake and who doesn't. A daughter needs her father with her, right? Or maybe it's enough that she has her mother. Maybe it's enough that she has a father she doesn't even know well yet. Walking among the pods, she finds Frank easily enough. His glasses are on his face and she closes her eyes for a second against a laugh that's half amusement half...something else. ]
Can't forget your reading glasses.
[ She murmurs that softly, touching the pod feather lightly before looking up at his sleeping (?) face. ]
You have no idea how much I miss you. Sometimes, back home, it still felt like a dream. I keep walking back through that day because it seems so impossible. You were alive in the morning when I came downstairs. You were alive when I went to the library. You were alive when I was at the movie. And then you weren't. You were just gone. You were gone in between me buying popcorn and watching Tunga Khan executing all the missionaries. It isn't fair.
[ Taking a deep breath and wiping away a tear, she slides down and sits on the floor right by his pod. And she talks to him. About everything. He probably can't hear her, but she tells him she knows about Jamie, about the stones and all the rest of it, talking to him for hours before finally sounding like she's wrapping up. ]
I wish they would wake you up. I'm here, and we could have more time together. All you have to do is wake up, dad.
[ She's not even aware that anyone else has entered the room with her, sitting with her knees curled up to her chest. ]
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[ backwards as it may be, this world may be the second chance this girl would have otherwise never had. ]
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[ But if her mother's entire life can be a fantasy come to life, maybe Bree's could, too. ]
My name's Brianna. I haven't met a lot of people here yet.
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[ and magic is merely science that isn't fully understood, but that's neither here nor there at the moment. ]
I'm Kathryn, [ she offers with that same warm, kind smile. ] I can't judge. I think I've seen more of the people still sleeping away in these stasis chambers than I have of the people who are no longer in them.
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It's nice to meet you, Kathryn. You're a scientist? I'm a...well, I'm going to school to be a historian. My father always said science and history were god bedfellows when I got frustrated about learning biology or anatomy.
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[ other things being a starship captain, where the command branch demanded she have expertise and experience in areas that went beyond being utterly fascinated with interstellar phenomena. ]
History is admittedly not my strong point, but your father isn't wrong. Science and history often go hand-in-hand. You can't have one without the other.
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[ Bree has new hearts in her eyes. Quantum cosmologist. Amazing. ]
I've never even heard of that. It sounds like it might have a lot to do with math?
[ Which interests her, a ton. ]
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[ She wouldn't be unhappy with a history degree but...math/i>. ]
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[ and an archaeology enthusiast like picard wouldn't be commanding the federation's flagship. ]
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[ She could get through Harvard on her father's name alone, and then go to MIT, perhaps. ]
So you're a captain? Of a ship that goes into space? What year are you from? I mean...that's just...it's incredible. We've barely gone to the moon in 1968. I mean, a space shuttle circled it. But that's all.
[ She's thoroughly distracted now, fully hanging on Kathryn's every word. ]
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A ship that was built in space. The only time my vessel's ever been planetside was when we landed her. Otherwise, she's born, bred, and thrives in space.
[ as if her ship is this living, breathing thing. maybe voyager isn't, but she's guilty of conversing with the bulkheads when no one's looking, of whispering pleas and bribes to the consoles when power is flickering, as if that will somehow convince the ship's failing systems to remain active for a few seconds longer. ]
What a magical time, to be alive for those first shots into space. I'm from 2374, so quite some time since humanity first circled the moon.
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[ She whispers that quietly in awe, looking at Kathryn with a whole new gaze of amazement. ]
People must know everything there is to know about space by now. I mean, if you can build spaceships in space...wow. I don't even know what to say, I just think that's incredible. I mean, it's amazing.
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[ a laugh. space is vast and she's encountered things in the delta quadrant a cosmic specialist like herself had never even heard of before. humanity still has a long way to go before they know everything there is to know about space. ]