[Closed] Another Shift
Who: lotusrebel and congenialsinner
What: Late presents, late celebrations, and other things that are just too late.
When: Forward dated sometime after Christmas.
Where: At a cafe and then probably out and about the S.S. Thor.
Warnings: FEELINGS. Other than that, all should go well. Ha. Ha.
[Lien felt that her first year on the S.S. Thor was special. There had never been a year in her entire eighteen years quite like it.
It had passed by so quickly, almost like a blur, but so many events had happened and she had met so many people; so many people that had come and gone and a few of them that she truly adored suddenly left and their presence was just like a faraway dream. But that was life on this spaceship for you. No one could help it, least of all her. What was important was to enjoy the time she had with the people who were still here. Lien had many friends who still hadn't been wormholed yet. She was fortunate. And while they had become fiercely dear to her heart (more than she expected and more than she was usually cautious about), something else had developed, something she was completely uncertain about and something she knew couldn't be left hanging.
And yet after all this time, she still didn't know what to do exactly.
Right now though, she was alone, thinking these things to herself in a small cafe. Despite the populous nature of the ship, the psychometer was somehow able to find a quiet table in the corner of the cafe with few people to interrupt her thoughts. She had taken a short nap and now was just sitting up, looking at a small gift bag in front of her with a critical eye.
Was it a bit too late to give it to the receiver? Why was she even worrying about this? She wasn't the type who was supposed to get nervous about such trivial things.
This wasn't supposed to happen in the first place.]
What: Late presents, late celebrations, and other things that are just too late.
When: Forward dated sometime after Christmas.
Where: At a cafe and then probably out and about the S.S. Thor.
Warnings: FEELINGS. Other than that, all should go well. Ha. Ha.
[Lien felt that her first year on the S.S. Thor was special. There had never been a year in her entire eighteen years quite like it.
It had passed by so quickly, almost like a blur, but so many events had happened and she had met so many people; so many people that had come and gone and a few of them that she truly adored suddenly left and their presence was just like a faraway dream. But that was life on this spaceship for you. No one could help it, least of all her. What was important was to enjoy the time she had with the people who were still here. Lien had many friends who still hadn't been wormholed yet. She was fortunate. And while they had become fiercely dear to her heart (more than she expected and more than she was usually cautious about), something else had developed, something she was completely uncertain about and something she knew couldn't be left hanging.
And yet after all this time, she still didn't know what to do exactly.
Right now though, she was alone, thinking these things to herself in a small cafe. Despite the populous nature of the ship, the psychometer was somehow able to find a quiet table in the corner of the cafe with few people to interrupt her thoughts. She had taken a short nap and now was just sitting up, looking at a small gift bag in front of her with a critical eye.
Was it a bit too late to give it to the receiver? Why was she even worrying about this? She wasn't the type who was supposed to get nervous about such trivial things.
This wasn't supposed to happen in the first place.]