Singularity

Archive Log: 09

"And heres to Onora, officially here to stay!" Tennessee was all for actually seemingly celebrating Onora staying for good. A few days had passed and the results from her tests had come through. She had been called to medical, they had gone through everything, and she basically got the all clear. So, she was here to stay. Tennessee, of course finding anything to liven up the boredom, suggested celebrating her staying. It was perhaps the oddest thing to label a celebration at the moment, but everyone was getting behind it. Any excuse to not just stay in the same boring routine of getting up, socialising, helping with certain tasks, socialising some more before going to bed. The days were horrendously boring.

"One of us," Karine whispered over the bottle in her hand. She sent Onora a sly grin, Karine was pleased she was staying. It was a good opportunity to reacquaint themselves with each other. What wasn't to like and enjoy about this all?

"Hell yeah!" Was Tennessee's vocal exclaim of general happiness, which was probably encouraged by the small amount of alcohol which he had already consumed. Perhaps giving them the chance to drink was not the wisest, but evidently for times like this it was needed. Unless there were any heavy duty hangovers likely to appear, no one seemed to care all too much. Lenience was very much present. They all needed something to clearly drink, and enjoy and laugh and joke around as it worked its magic and loosened everyone up.

"Thanks," Onora toasted her glass nervously, she wasn't a big drinker. But she had accepted the glass which was shoved in her hands, she didn't have a choice but to accept. She looked sceptically at the content yet couldn't comment as she ended up finding herself beside Walter with a perplexed look. Jacob had already passed her by and gone to hand Daniels a glass too before sitting down beside her and seemingly getting into a conversation with her. Walter had taken the glass, looked it over, even gone as far as bringing it to his nose and sniffing before giving it back to her and stating that it seemed to be whiskey. Onora had scrunched her nose up. But, she had kept a hold of the glass and throughout the whole experience, managed to put it down somewhere and 'forgot' about it. No one bought it up, seemingly presuming she had drunk it. Little did they know, it was abandoned near the window. It would likely stay there until clean up happened tomorrow.

Everyone just chatted casually away with each other, it all seemed so laid back and easy. Honestly, though she had come to know all of these people in some small way, Onora still really did struggle to find herself contributing to any conversations going. She relented, she sat beside Walter, who was silent too yet watching everyone with a small smile on his face. People were interesting to observe, especially when they let all pretences go and truly seemed to have fun. There were jokes, most of which seemed to stem from Faris and Tennessee, Jacob had tried to be the voice of reason to calm them down, only for a grin to appear on his face and just snort out laughter and join in. He couldn't be serious if he even tried, well, he could, if the moment called for it. But for the most part he went through life widely smiling and enjoying every moment of every day as it came.

It was a little funny to watch everyone try and help each other up eventually to go to bed. They didn't even know what the time was, but they all managed to link arms and help each other in some way. The wall was more of a sturdy support than an actual person. Watching as everyone eventually milled and left, Walter slowly looked to the side. Onora just stared ahead before slowly looking from the corner of her eyes and up at him.

"That was interesting." Onora had said with a small, nervous laugh. Interesting was one word for it.

"And here you believed it was just I who was welcoming you." Walter said with what sounded like a knowing tone.

"Are you being smug?"

"I am unaware." Walter replied with a thoughtful hum.

"Or just wanting to tell me an 'I told you so'?" Onora asked, Walter's eyes narrowed slowly as he stared off into the distance as if the wall and clock would give him inspiration to answer her. The whole evening the pair had sat on the same sofa, neither needing to move for anything. Well, Walter especially didn't need to move for anything. Onora would need to move for a drink, if she needed to, which she didn't. Her lack of really, truly joining in with the moment wasn't really picked up on, not that she minded either way. The whole evening was spent laughing, joking and drinking, and Onora had been happy to sit and watch. Even if the whole thing was supposedly for her benefit, it was clear that it was also in dire need for the crew. Being shut away was slowly starting to grate on everyone. This was a little respite before whatever the next day bought.