Day 9, Morning. Mess Hall. Attention: Corrigan, anyone
Trying to rearrange his scheduled sleep patterns by even a few hours was a bitch, David decided as he stepped into the mess hall. Usually, after work he ran, then stayed up puttering around his room--his room was disturbingly clean and organized--or reading until he got sleepy enough, then slept in most of the morning. It was a schedule that had worked years for him without many problems, but he'd decided he probably should be awake a little more during the day when others were. He needed to get out and be more visible, more social.
He thought he'd missed the main breakfast rush anyway, and knew he'd missed Halling and the other Athosians leaving. He might've swung by the Gate room to wish them luck, but too late to worry about that.
He gave Ian a little wave as he picked up oatmeal and a couple of fruit cups and a couple mugs of hot water for tea. The eggs just didn't look appealing, though he knew he probably should get them for the protein. Eh. He'd grab a powerbar later.
Tray in hand, he looked out over the mostly-empty room. A couple of soldiers, probably not long after a night shift, scattered people in science blue, and over by the open doors, Sean Corrigan, bent over his laptop. David found his feet taking him in that direction. Sean was always fun to talk with.
David set his tray down across from Sean, who peered up at him before his serious expression cleared. "Hey," David said with a smile, seating himself. "How are you doing this..." David glanced over Sean's shoulder out the open doorway, to the blue sky beyond the balcony, "...this fine morning?"
He thought he'd missed the main breakfast rush anyway, and knew he'd missed Halling and the other Athosians leaving. He might've swung by the Gate room to wish them luck, but too late to worry about that.
He gave Ian a little wave as he picked up oatmeal and a couple of fruit cups and a couple mugs of hot water for tea. The eggs just didn't look appealing, though he knew he probably should get them for the protein. Eh. He'd grab a powerbar later.
Tray in hand, he looked out over the mostly-empty room. A couple of soldiers, probably not long after a night shift, scattered people in science blue, and over by the open doors, Sean Corrigan, bent over his laptop. David found his feet taking him in that direction. Sean was always fun to talk with.
David set his tray down across from Sean, who peered up at him before his serious expression cleared. "Hey," David said with a smile, seating himself. "How are you doing this..." David glanced over Sean's shoulder out the open doorway, to the blue sky beyond the balcony, "...this fine morning?"