June 3, 2074

May 14, 2010 00:41

It's taken time and caution and no small amount of nursing from River -- and that's an unfamiliar reversal -- but Simon's almost entirely recovered from the injury he received while he was back in his own time. The scar, he knows, will never go away, and it's not the only thing that won't. The memories of the things he's seen and learned and the losses they suffered and the thought of what will await him next time he goes back to his own time have abated little since their return.

He spent the blackout in his room, resting. River went out for a while and met up with Weetzie, but he was asleep by the time she got back. He slept through until the power returned, so he didn't even notice just how long the blackout lasted, though he knows it was many hours. The next time he went downstairs, the robots were busier than usual in the lobby and the lounge. What that means, he's not certain.

But the only robot in sight in the restaurant as he steps through the door is one of the waiters whirring off towards the kitchen. Simon watches it for an idle moment, then heads for a table not too far from the door, hands clasped behind his back.

Things are, it seems, back to normal; certainly there have been no further power disruptions. That is, insofar as there is such a thing as normal in this place.

abby sciuto, [open], simon tam

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