So frigging bored OMG [open-ish]
Who: Cris and Cordy, anyone else who wants to poke them
What: Chillin'
When: Sunday afternoon
Where: The fort's common room
Cris lay on his back on one of the benches in the common-room-slash-mess-hall. It was mid-afternoon, after lunch but before dinner, so the place was relatively empty, with only a few clutches of people scattered throughout.
For Cris' part he was flipping through his journal, skimming old entries and humming a little song to himself. Something from home. It definitely wasn't enough to drown out the noise of the wind outside, but it was distracting enough.
What: Chillin'
When: Sunday afternoon
Where: The fort's common room
Cris lay on his back on one of the benches in the common-room-slash-mess-hall. It was mid-afternoon, after lunch but before dinner, so the place was relatively empty, with only a few clutches of people scattered throughout.
For Cris' part he was flipping through his journal, skimming old entries and humming a little song to himself. Something from home. It definitely wasn't enough to drown out the noise of the wind outside, but it was distracting enough.