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returnjourneylogs2022-03-31 04:42 pm
omniavincit) wrote in returnjourneylogs2022-03-31 04:42 pm
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Passengers: William and 🤗 friends 🤠 and corporate ptsd 🚫🍟
Location: Loading bay, YOUR BED???, the cabin Grace and William are gonna break into
Date: Backdated a couple days, let's say the 26th
Summary: William returns fromhell his mission, please don't ask him about it (please do).
Warnings: No one's dead yet!
William gets back late—the Avro's lone passenger, dressed in the suit he hasn't worn since his first day. It's a relief to touch down, but at the same time he wishes he'd told the little ship to circle the Peregrine once or twice. Like making another loop around the block. His steps ring through the deserted bay as he hurries to the observation bubble in time to watch the ship's departure.
He stays there long after it's gone, staring—well, out into space. Culina had beautiful views, but they had—like practically everything on the planet—been manufactured. He leans over the railing, cranes his neck. Savors the lack of buzzing neon, the not-quite-chill.
Exhaustion hits all at once, and he briefly considers spending the night in Warden Command. Instead he almost sleepwalks to the elevator, then to the dorms, where he flops onto the nearest bunk that isn't visibly occupied but may very well belong to someone. Closes his eyes and lets out a groan before he starts kicking off his shoes.
...look, there were a lot fewer inmates when he left.
Location: Loading bay, YOUR BED???, the cabin Grace and William are gonna break into
Date: Backdated a couple days, let's say the 26th
Summary: William returns from
Warnings: No one's dead yet!
William gets back late—the Avro's lone passenger, dressed in the suit he hasn't worn since his first day. It's a relief to touch down, but at the same time he wishes he'd told the little ship to circle the Peregrine once or twice. Like making another loop around the block. His steps ring through the deserted bay as he hurries to the observation bubble in time to watch the ship's departure.
He stays there long after it's gone, staring—well, out into space. Culina had beautiful views, but they had—like practically everything on the planet—been manufactured. He leans over the railing, cranes his neck. Savors the lack of buzzing neon, the not-quite-chill.
Exhaustion hits all at once, and he briefly considers spending the night in Warden Command. Instead he almost sleepwalks to the elevator, then to the dorms, where he flops onto the nearest bunk that isn't visibly occupied but may very well belong to someone. Closes his eyes and lets out a groan before he starts kicking off his shoes.
...look, there were a lot fewer inmates when he left.
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[He hesitates for a few moments before coming down. He wasn't too keen to sit and chat with a warden, but it was Theo's space. He'd feel better keeping an eye on his own stuff.
And besides, how many people in a day bother to have a conversation with this kid? He won't answer that question directly, but the answer is obviously yes. He sits opposite of William, looking away.]
I'd never left San Francisco before coming here.
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[ He can't help it: he yawns, though it's more contented than tired. ] A few days in storage, you're almost ready to dodge New York traffic.
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I dunno. I just like reading. Most books are better than real life any day.
[Says a kid who was studying magic. It's not as exciting as books would make it out to be all the time, though. So much studying, rote memorization, research. Fiction is a nice break.
He settles himself against the wall behind him.]
You say that like SF's traffic isn't something to be contended with. Ever been?