Tell me how hungry are you? How weak you must feel...

[sarkraticmethod]

The secondary quarantine zone is not exactly buzzing with excitement... More like nervous apprehension. That’s sort of the point, given the current state of affairs (the local news isn’t exactly a nice thing to be watching right now) and a sad lack of recent updates via the journals. A few (well one) know better and are quietly placating the masses

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[taibhsearachd]

Kara can't actually walk through doors. She just gives the very definite impression of it. She doesn't make any noise when she moves, unless she wants to, and is generally very good at going unnoticed.

So there's really no sign she's even entered the room, with Sark staring at the TV screen, until she says calmly from her position cross-legged on the bed, "You're all being very silly."

...It's possible she knows she's occasionally creepy and just doesn't care.

[sarkraticmethod]

And that is a wonderful way to scare the hell out of Sark since he's normally a hell of a lot better at telling when people have decided to invade his space without his consent. Then again, most people aren't Kara. That's probably why she scares him

[taibhsearachd]

Kara giggles a little. It's the sort of giggle you hear in movies about creepy little children who perform Satanic rituals in their bedrooms at night... or, okay, maybe it only sounds that way if you're already freaked out by her, as Des would probably think it a perfectly normal, innocent laugh.

"I wanted to say hello. Haven't seen you in ages. Since yesterday. Long time ago."

[sarkraticmethod]

Sark's debating whether or not he should be unsettled by that laugh, but as it's not going to show on his face either way, he just gives up on it and stares at her in a way that suggests he half expects her to lunge for his throat at any second.

Irrational paranoia in the face of psychics, thy name is Julian.

"Is that all?" He leans against the headboard, still fixing her with a suspicious look, the sarcasm quite obvious. "I was almost expecting to get another round of not-so-thinly veiled threats. Seems to be common with any conversation I carry on with people in this place."

That would be a really stupid thing to say if he didn't sound like he knew exactly why that was true and was merely being ironic. He's not nearly as stupid as situations tend to make him out to be, thankfully.

[xiaomei_mei]

Who knows when April slipped into his room, but she's perched somewhere just out of Julian's line of sight, watching the news as well. She looks vaguely thoughtful, but mostly just bored.

"May I have some?" she asks hopefully after a while.

Yes, April, giving the poor man a heart attack is the perfect way to show your love.

[sarkraticmethod]

People really need to not to do that to Sark as it tends to make him twitch, but hey, decorum is something that happens to other people. And it's fun making him twitch.

It takes him a second to make his heart stop racing in shock before he turns to April and quirks a brow at her, which is a far better reaction (as far as he's concerned) than the Finally, someone who won't try to kill me that passes through his head.

"Aren't you a little young?" He asks with a hint of a smirk and more than a little irony. It's champagne, not hard liquor, and he'd be the Boy-King of Hypocrite Kingdom if he refused her, considering he's probably one of the world's youngest wine aficianados.

[xiaomei_mei]

April smiles brightly and pretty much bounces over to settle herself next to him, looking adorable and puppy-eyed. "No. I had wine coolers at the party Dinah had."

Granted, she'd stolen them from under Dinah's nose, but...

[sarkraticmethod]

Sark rolls his eyes (not at her- more at the prospect of wine coolers) and hands her the bottle. "Well, in that case, I absolutely insist. If anyone asks, however, I'm not the responsible party. Apparently, I don't need anything else on my track record here as far as being a bad influence."

And he sounds so utterly put out about that last bit, which is kind of cute in a way. He's still irritated about that ordeal with Revan, apparently.

[definitivestep]

Sam's not enjoying being useless. It's just a very good thing he hasn't come down with anything, because the only think that would make him more miserable right now is being useless and sick.

He's been mostly staying in his own room, but he can't help but notice the footsteps in the hall, and sticks his head out with a frown. "Is there something wrong?" Besides the general plague and possibility of the world ending at some point in the near future, but that's almost normal for this universe, so...

[ashatteredangel]

Natasha freezes briefly the same way a rabbit might freeze just before it springs off towards its hole, her muscles completely tense if only for just a second, but it goes away when she turns to see who just spoke.

"Nah, nothin's wrong," she shrugs. "Just nervous is all. Everything goin' on and there ain't nothin' anyone can do about it. Gets me a little tense."

That's mostly the truth, honestly, which is more than she can say for most of the things that come out of her mouth when it comes to her personally.

[definitivestep]

He can see that tension. The way she looks like she's about to make a run for it or something. He frowns a little more, but it eases quickly as she answers him, offering a bit of a smile instead. "I can't blame you for that. The atmosphere up here isn't exactly calming..."

He steps forward, just out of the doorway, because it seems odd to be having this conversation with him halfway in his room and her in the hall. It also seems odd to be having this conversation when he doesn't know her name... "I'm Sam Tyler."

[ashatteredangel]

"I'm Natasha. No last name. I had one at one point, but it stopped mattering," she says with a small shrug. Yes, that sounds like a perfectly sane thing to say. She is reasonably sane most of the time, but sometimes, especially when she's nervous, the breaks in her mind start showing.

"Yeah, I can see that," she shakes her head, referring to the previous comment, and somehow regaining control of her words. "Just got here a few weeks ago and then this has to go and happen. Heck of a greetin', really."