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queenofmayIt's a large ship. Larger than she has any idea how to consider. Especially given that they are still packed away into small amounts of space on it. Seeing people come and go from Ten Forward. More new faces all the time. Their officers, and their families. Even in the Sickbay. Enough that it always feels like a surprise, but, also, only like the steady early drip of rain starting. Holding back an endless cloud. The unknown. Outside of these spaces.
Today, at the least, they've been given room assignments outside of the place they'd all be keeping together as one mass of dislocated persons. Handed out a list. Perhaps, Marian could admit, to herself, if no one else, she was a touch envious her two friends had found themselves together. All she knew of the person whose room she had newly been granted to was a name: Darcy Lewis.
Which was how she founds herself, following a blinking line of lights on a black wall, computer, that talked and was leading her toward that room, which was all still quite strange thank you, with Caspian at her side.
Today, at the least, they've been given room assignments outside of the place they'd all be keeping together as one mass of dislocated persons. Handed out a list. Perhaps, Marian could admit, to herself, if no one else, she was a touch envious her two friends had found themselves together. All she knew of the person whose room she had newly been granted to was a name: Darcy Lewis.
Which was how she founds herself, following a blinking line of lights on a black wall, computer, that talked and was leading her toward that room, which was all still quite strange thank you, with Caspian at her side.