( 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]

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."