( closed ) cohort mingle

[tailorspy]

WHO: Steve Rogers, Julian Bashir, Elim Garak, Vision, Rayla
WHERE: their (so far unnamed) ship
WHAT: panicking, surviving, exploring, socializing, a bit more panicking, etc. Whatever you want!
WHEN: October 8th - 21st (all 330 hours of their lockdown)
WARNINGS: none at the moment - please tag your threads if need be!

This is an open post for face-to-face interactions between the cohorts within this same ship, so please go ahead and post your own top-levels and tag around!

For reference, the list of cohorts and their respective augments is as follows:

Steve Rogers: medic
Julian Bashir: medic
Elim Garak: agriculture
Vision: agriculture
Rayla: none

Go forth and have fun!

Comments

[tailorspy]

"It might," he counters, voice quiet. "It takes time. I need to calm myself, is all."

It would help if he knew where they're going, if they're even going anywhere, or when the doors will open again. Being in this state of suspense and ignorance only makes it worse.

"Not at all, I'm afraid. I just, ah... spared it a passing glance as I made my way to the cargo hold in hopes of," he pauses, glancing at Julian, panic in his eyes. He reaches out to grab Julian's hand, seeking any source of comfort he can find. "Of finding my way out."

Clearly that's not happening, at least not anytime soon.

[frontierbashir]

Surprised, Julian’s face softens as he takes hold of Garak’s hand, absently stroking the back of it soothingly.

“It’s alright,” he murmurs. “There’s a few rooms you haven’t seen yet. When you’re up for it, we can look around.”

He’s never seen Garak look this terrified. His friend has always kept his emotions carefully controlled behind his mild-mannered mask. He’d like to comfort to where Garak is back to himself, but he isn’t sure how much knowing about the other rooms will help—especially when there’s no idea of how long they will be stuck in here.

[tailorspy]

The contact helps immensely, perhaps more than Julian can imagine. The doctor may not have the same memories as he does, but having Julian nearby has helped him during a crisis before, and it's no different now.

"Let's go now," he urges, forcing himself to focus on the here and now. "Staying here, doing nothing... it will only make things worse. Let's walk, go elsewhere."

[frontierbashir]

It does seem to be helping more than when Garak was suffering withdrawal from the wire. At least he feels like he's doing something.

"Of course."

He is surprised at how quickly Garak changes tactics, and seems nearly frantic to get up and start looking around. Julian stands up, never letting go of Garak's hand. He will assist with helping him up if Garak will allow him.

[tailorspy]

If he's moving, at least he's not thinking. Maybe, who knows, the other rooms will look more like actual rooms and less like a prison he can't escape.

He moves his hand to Julian's forearm, holding it lightly while he follows the doctor through the rest of the ship, focusing on his breathing. One in, two out, his gaze fixed on the floor rather than the low ceilings or the narrow walls of the corridors.

[frontierbashir]

Julian leads them down the hall towards where he thinks the kitchenesque area is. It's not very big but it's certainly bigger than the hallways.

"Sadly no replicators," he comments softly. Yes there's tea but it isn't his Tarkalean tea, extra sweet.

[tailorspy]

They reach the dining area, and that is what truly grabs Garak's attention. He looks around for a while, noting the lack of replicators, then he approaches the counter and cupboards, going through them briefly... only to realize something.

"There is no food, either," he says finally, then shows Julian the nutrition gels with a flat stare.

Well, if they were looking for something to distract Garak, this will probably do it for now.

"It seems as though our current predicament is..." He sighs. "Even worse than I thought."