[ visual | location: serenity's med bay ] i swear it feels like this worry is my only friend
It is a truth universally acknowledged that a workaholic codependent derp of a doctor in possession of a crazy little sister and a wicked insomnia habit must be up at all hours reorganizing his infirmary. And as such, Simon's reentry into Taxon's general population could be nothing else.
The loss of Mal and Wash still weigh heavily on him. Wash is easier to like -- easier to miss-- than the Captain, but they're both important parts of the little life he's carved out of the black. (Not to mention, this leaves himself, River, Kaylee, and Jayne. God have mercy on them all.) If it was only him, it would be unfortunate but disappointing; River's future responses make him worry. She's not ready to lose people-- she shouldn't have to. It's unfair and unfortunate and potentially disastrous. It's also enough to keep him awake tonight, worried and a little angry. And because he cannot just take the advice he would give anyone else and try to sleep, any citizen looking at their tablet will catch this entry as it opens on Simon in the med bay.
He's intent on reorganizing the drawers and muttering under his breath all the while; a steady flow of words, under his breath but still audible. The names of pills, the diseases and pains they treat, of known side effects and drug interactions. Call it counting sheep for the more than somewhat OCD and a little driven/disturbed. It's fairly obvious he's been at this for a while, as his normally neatly combed hair is mussed from sleep and running his fingers through it, and a cooling cup of coffee sits just in the edge of the tablet's view.
Because it wouldn't do to have any physical armor from the embarrassment, he's clad in worn sleep pants and a soft sweater. So if anyone wants to note the barefoot Fridays look and make comment, now would be the time. Before Simon realizes his tablet is on and recording.
[ ooc: HERE WE GO if this post looks slightly familiar, it's because it is. And because I have a ridiculous sense of humor. TROLL AWAY.
Also: click this it is not horrors, and this time I am telling the truth.
eta: THIS HAPPENS AT SOME POINT DURING THE DANCE look, he shuns this socializing you speak of. ]
The loss of Mal and Wash still weigh heavily on him. Wash is easier to like -- easier to miss-- than the Captain, but they're both important parts of the little life he's carved out of the black. (Not to mention, this leaves himself, River, Kaylee, and Jayne. God have mercy on them all.) If it was only him, it would be unfortunate but disappointing; River's future responses make him worry. She's not ready to lose people-- she shouldn't have to. It's unfair and unfortunate and potentially disastrous. It's also enough to keep him awake tonight, worried and a little angry. And because he cannot just take the advice he would give anyone else and try to sleep, any citizen looking at their tablet will catch this entry as it opens on Simon in the med bay.
He's intent on reorganizing the drawers and muttering under his breath all the while; a steady flow of words, under his breath but still audible. The names of pills, the diseases and pains they treat, of known side effects and drug interactions. Call it counting sheep for the more than somewhat OCD and a little driven/disturbed. It's fairly obvious he's been at this for a while, as his normally neatly combed hair is mussed from sleep and running his fingers through it, and a cooling cup of coffee sits just in the edge of the tablet's view.
Because it wouldn't do to have any physical armor from the embarrassment, he's clad in worn sleep pants and a soft sweater. So if anyone wants to note the barefoot Fridays look and make comment, now would be the time. Before Simon realizes his tablet is on and recording.
[ ooc: HERE WE GO if this post looks slightly familiar, it's because it is. And because I have a ridiculous sense of humor. TROLL AWAY.
Also: click this it is not horrors, and this time I am telling the truth.
eta: THIS HAPPENS AT SOME POINT DURING THE DANCE look, he shuns this socializing you speak of. ]