Singularity

Archive Log: 05

When it actually came to preparing for the supposed busy day, Onora found she couldn't. So much had happened in such a small space of time, that she was now left wide awake; her brain going through everything, over every little detail, was there something which she bypassed and or overlooked? In other words: was there actually a way that she could get out of this? It was nothing personal to anyone, everyone seemed nice, apart from the security lot. They still didn't sit well with her. Something about the fact that they were here to just seemingly shoot a gun at whatever caused a fret, caused her to feel on edge. Walter did say they were here for protection, and not anything else. She wasn't presuming to make friends with them.

With a sigh, she sat up. She was accepting the fact that she clearly wasn't going to get any sleep, at least not yet. Running a hand through her hair, she eventually tied the blonde locks up and swung her legs out of bed. The fact that somehow, somewhere in someone's mind slippers crossed it enough to pack them, she slipped her feet in. It was still weird, the thought of someone being in her home. The thought of someone just raiding through everything, trying to deem what was needed and what wasn't.

Onora shuddered, she didn't want to think about that anymore. She picked up the tray from the table, glanced over what little she did eat, and then turned to the door. Balancing the tray against her hip, she opened the door and shuffled out, shutting the door behind herself. The corridor was silent, white, brightly lit and silent. It was sort of eerie, really. She stood outside her room for a few moments just looking around. There was nothing. Literally, nothing. No sounds coming from the nearby rooms, nor any sound from around the corner at the others. She couldn't honestly remember the last time, if there ever was one, where she had been around and in such a silent place. Even back at work, within that little lab space, there was quiet chatter. Trivial things really, nothing too major, mostly polite comments and conversations passed through the sake of making the place less awkward. Things could be awkward when shut away with a select few people, day in, day out.

Onora frowned at that, dear God, or cue other deities here, she hoped that the ship wouldn't be awkward. She shuddered, not because of being cold, just the thought of possibly falling out with someone and then being stuck in a huge metallic vehicle for the foreseeable future. She hoped she wouldn't fall out with anyone. But if she was likely to fall out with someone, it would be just her luck to fall out with someone from the security team. She didn't want one of them gunning for her, hopefully not literally. Murderous intent could be kept well away from herself, thank you very much.

She continued on her silent way, marvelling over how it seemed like she wouldn't bump into anyone, despite a few people being here. It wasn't like it was late at night. Surely not everyone had gone to bed? There wasn't a curfew in place was there? Onora would be breaking it for sure otherwise. She paused and stood in the doorway, tray still in her hands as she looked into the room.

She couldn't help but sadly sigh, she forgot not all of them required sleep. Walter. The synthetic seemed to just be sitting in a chair, looking out towards the darkness beyond the window. Onora leaned and tried to see what had caught his interest, she couldn't see anything. She could barely see the surroundings which were out there, just dark. Endless, deep dark. It was another thing which was eerie really, add it to the list, not that there was one. Or there could be, maybe?

She shook her head, causing the ends of her hair to whip into her eyes before falling over her shoulder. Stepping forwards, she couldn't help but jump. Regardless of seeing Walter, knowing he was there, it still didn't mean that with the fluid way in which he turned and stood didn't make her jump. It was all so quick, and without a pause that she almost stood guiltily when he stared in her direction, as if she had been caught out doing something she shouldn't be.