[Megabyte] Night 6: Winding Down (open tag)
Dinner turned out to not be entirely bad. Unique and different, but not bad. As the sun set and night fell across the camp, a low murmur of conversation broke out between small gathered groups. From what he could tell, the conversation mostly revolved around the prisoners and the magic spell that Tara and Tommy had performed. That truly, truly boggled his mind - he’d seen a lot of weird stuff in his lifetime; he might even be described as weird stuff - but magic flew in the face of everything scientific and theoretical.
But he’d seen it with his own eyes. Of course there was always the possibility that it had been really advanced technology of some sort, but the thought didn’t ring true no matter how often he thought it.
(It’s this fucking island,) Megabyte decided, (It’s like something out of a bad science fiction or horror movie. What’s not possible in the real world, is possible here. It’s a pocket dimension or holding cube - and what the fuck are we all doing here? Who brought us here? And how in the hell are we going to get home?)
He looked down, not at all surprised to discover that he was absently rubbing his thumb over the pocket watch. Conversation drifted over and around him, but he wasn’t really paying much attention to it. He smiled, laughed and nodded where appropriate, but his heart wasn’t into it. He needed a distraction from his unsettled thoughts, but he didn’t wish for one too hard; distractions on the island seemed to be of the high adrenaline crises sort and Megabyte didn’t think that he, or anyone else in the camp was up to that.
Laughter rang up and he followed the sound with a turn of his head. The trill of laughter came from Claire, and he smiled, more than a little fondly, as his eyes fell on the Aussie young woman. She’d been upset by the appearance of the baby booties and the toy, and the memories it dredged up, but helping with dinner had seemed to distract her. At least she was smiling and laughing now, which wasn’t at all a bad thing.
Megabyte watched her for a few moments, talking across the fire, the flickering flames warmly framing her, and shining orange against her blonde hair. (Yeesh, but she really is pretty. And she doesn’t seem to know it either, which just makes her prettier.)
As though she heard the thought, Claire tucked a stray lock behind her ear, and met his gaze, giving him a friendly smile. Meeting her blue eyes, Megabyte startled as he suddenly realized that he’d been staring at his friend for far longer than was appropriate or acceptable. He gave her a friendly smile in return, and feeling his face, neck and ears darken enough to match his hair, he looked away.
(I am. Not. Crushing. On. Claire,) he told himself sternly as he shoved the pocket watch back in his pocket. (She’s a good friend to have and a wonderful girl and nothing more.)
Still, Megabyte excused himself from those closest and left the fire side chatting. He strolled a short distance away and then lay down in the sand, staring up at the night sky and the stars overhead.
He tried really hard not to think about anything at all - least of all Claire’s smile.
But he’d seen it with his own eyes. Of course there was always the possibility that it had been really advanced technology of some sort, but the thought didn’t ring true no matter how often he thought it.
(It’s this fucking island,) Megabyte decided, (It’s like something out of a bad science fiction or horror movie. What’s not possible in the real world, is possible here. It’s a pocket dimension or holding cube - and what the fuck are we all doing here? Who brought us here? And how in the hell are we going to get home?)
He looked down, not at all surprised to discover that he was absently rubbing his thumb over the pocket watch. Conversation drifted over and around him, but he wasn’t really paying much attention to it. He smiled, laughed and nodded where appropriate, but his heart wasn’t into it. He needed a distraction from his unsettled thoughts, but he didn’t wish for one too hard; distractions on the island seemed to be of the high adrenaline crises sort and Megabyte didn’t think that he, or anyone else in the camp was up to that.
Laughter rang up and he followed the sound with a turn of his head. The trill of laughter came from Claire, and he smiled, more than a little fondly, as his eyes fell on the Aussie young woman. She’d been upset by the appearance of the baby booties and the toy, and the memories it dredged up, but helping with dinner had seemed to distract her. At least she was smiling and laughing now, which wasn’t at all a bad thing.
Megabyte watched her for a few moments, talking across the fire, the flickering flames warmly framing her, and shining orange against her blonde hair. (Yeesh, but she really is pretty. And she doesn’t seem to know it either, which just makes her prettier.)
As though she heard the thought, Claire tucked a stray lock behind her ear, and met his gaze, giving him a friendly smile. Meeting her blue eyes, Megabyte startled as he suddenly realized that he’d been staring at his friend for far longer than was appropriate or acceptable. He gave her a friendly smile in return, and feeling his face, neck and ears darken enough to match his hair, he looked away.
(I am. Not. Crushing. On. Claire,) he told himself sternly as he shoved the pocket watch back in his pocket. (She’s a good friend to have and a wonderful girl and nothing more.)
Still, Megabyte excused himself from those closest and left the fire side chatting. He strolled a short distance away and then lay down in the sand, staring up at the night sky and the stars overhead.
He tried really hard not to think about anything at all - least of all Claire’s smile.