Human After All

Archive Log: 12

Christmas Day, in relation to the films and other media it seemed that most of the time was spent running about; lost in a high of happiness, getting distracted by presents, food, visitors, everything and anything, and everyone. David did not foresee his Christmas Day starting, or even involving cycling around in a tour of the track with a basketball tucked under his arm. He did not mind being inactive, but he would rather keep busy doing something. Sure, most of the time spent when on his own he was walking circuits around the ship, reading, watching movies, and the only real time he was still was when he was eating.

So really after a while he had grown rather fed up. He was pleased that Alma was content with sleep, firmly curled up beside him, gripping onto his shirt so tightly that the only way for David to get free was to undo the buttons and wiggle out of it. It was a rather idiotic thing, but as he stood and straightened his white t-shirt out he witnessed his shirt being basically pulled closer and her face bury within it. He raised an eyebrow, he had never seen someone so attached to a shirt before. He left her to it then, there was no point in waking her up when there wasn't anything to do. This wasn't like the movies that he had watched with her. There was no family coming to visit, all of Alma's were deceased and the people David was meant to look at as family were asleep; he had no intentions in waking them up, especially Meredith, the less time spent with her the better really. As for Peter Weyland, he barely had two day's worth of life left in him, so what was the point of waking him up now if he was going to die a day or so later?

That and David had strict instructions, instructions that he would actually follow this time, not to wake him up until the time came. David wasn't sure if the time would come. But then Weyland was pinning this supposed time on Shaw and Holloway's thesis, even if David did roll his eyes at a few points. Not to say he didn't believe them, but...well, where was the real evidence? He shook his head slowly, that all escalated from one point to another, his mind trailing on a tangent and then another because he was yet again bored. He actually dreaded the time when he had to put Alma back to sleep. He had to though, a whole year would be hell for her. He could cope, she wouldn't. What would she spend her days doing? The same thing they had been doing: lounging about watching movies. That was no life, not for anyone.

"Now that is showing off." David's head quickly turned to the door, Alma was standing there cross armed and smiling lightly. He simply flicked his wrist, the ball which had been spinning on his finger tip sailed towards the basket. Alma watched it fall in as he stopped the bike in front of her. With a raised eyebrow she looked back to David who was looking her up and down with a confused look. "What?"

"You seem to be wearing my shirt." He stated, which was true. He let go of the handlebars and leaned back in the seat. "Why?" He didn't get why anyone would want to wear someone else's clothes. Even more so if it was too big for them, which his shirt appeared to be. And even more so if it was such a bland article of clothing. Grey and Alma didn't fit.

"Oh!" Alma looked down at it and sheepishly smiled. "I half thought you had dissipated. Or I don't know...disappeared into thin air, but then wondered why would your shirt be left behind? Anyway! Through all the weird musings of a half awake brain, I thought I'd come find you and return it." Alma said while commencing to pull her arms from it. Where it was rather lengthy in both the body and arms she was able to wear her own fitted shirt underneath.

David stood away from the bike and reached out to stop her. "You may continue to wear it, if you like." He said while she was halfway close to freeing her arms. She paused and looked up at him, he smiled and simply let the bike go. It fell to the floor and landed with a clank, not that he paid much mind to it and she briefly glanced at it before pulling the shirt back on. David went one better and pulled it properly back onto her and even took to doing up the buttons, which made her laugh. Standing back, and managing to avoid the forgotten bike he nodded slowly. "It is a little too big."