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Casey is sitting at a table in the cafeteria, without food and with a book. Fiction, for once, instead of the normal histories or paperwork. But it's not the first time she's read it, so she wouldn't really mind being distracted
In the common room, Mark's made himself comfortable in a chair, not doing much of anything. Not really thinking, even. Just... sitting. It's nice to not think for a while (not his thoughts, anyway...), but people to talk to wouldn't be turned down.
And Alanna has wandered outside, despite the general vibrations heralding this as a Pretty Bad Idea. She's currently sitting, cross-legged, on the lawn of a church barely still on the nice side of town. It's not her church -- that church hasn't been built yet, on a world that hasn't been terraformed yet and that she hasn't seen in almost four years now anyway. But it's a church, a nice-feeling one. She's sitting outside, thinking, but far more aware of her surroundings than she appears to be.
In the common room, Mark's made himself comfortable in a chair, not doing much of anything. Not really thinking, even. Just... sitting. It's nice to not think for a while (not his thoughts, anyway...), but people to talk to wouldn't be turned down.
And Alanna has wandered outside, despite the general vibrations heralding this as a Pretty Bad Idea. She's currently sitting, cross-legged, on the lawn of a church barely still on the nice side of town. It's not her church -- that church hasn't been built yet, on a world that hasn't been terraformed yet and that she hasn't seen in almost four years now anyway. But it's a church, a nice-feeling one. She's sitting outside, thinking, but far more aware of her surroundings than she appears to be.