[ Some mornings, it feels like the only good reason for getting out of bed is the coffee waiting for her in the mess hall. Morning seems pretty relative on a space station, and the coffee-flavored sludge isn't the best thing she's ever had, but after surviving a war, you have to look at things with a little perspective. That feels even more important now after recent events that have left her feeling... She's not doing all that well, basically. But she's doing her best to hide it.
Which is why she's plopped herself down at one of the tables with a steaming mug of her favorite beverage and the book she'd found in her room resting on the table in front of her. She's read A Tale of Two Cities twice now, but there's something comforting about paging through those paper leafs. If something more interesting doesn't come along soon, she'll open it up and start from the beginning again, but for now she just sips at her drink and hopes. ]
[ Holden's sleeping habits haven't really improved since waking up on Reverie station. He still spends his nights mostly sleepless and mostly trying to figure things out -- to little avail. Coffee is about as vital to him as oxygen at this point. He gets himself a cup -- wistful for a moment of the coffee on the Roci but beggars can't be choosers as they say.
As he walks away from the replicators he catches sight of someone with a book and he curiously glances at the title and then smiles. ]
[ The response is automatic as she glances up with a smile for the man she'd only seen in passing, down the hall or rounding a corner. He's someone new, newer anyway, and she wears the friendly southerner persona like a glove. Which she's also wearing, in fact. ]
I like Dickens well enough, but Alexandre Dumas will always have my heart.
[ Ah. Right. She's told so many people already, and yet there always seems to be someone else who doesn't know. ]
Humans with genetic differences that result in physical mutations or special abilities. Where I'm from, mutants were a huge part of the population, but they faced discrimination and a whole lotta kids were kicked out of their homes because of what they were. Our school offered them somewhere to go.
It was still fairly new, mutants had only been "out" for a few decades, and people... [ She's quiet for a moment, her expression tightening in a clear sign that this topic hits close to home. ]
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Which is why she's plopped herself down at one of the tables with a steaming mug of her favorite beverage and the book she'd found in her room resting on the table in front of her. She's read A Tale of Two Cities twice now, but there's something comforting about paging through those paper leafs. If something more interesting doesn't come along soon, she'll open it up and start from the beginning again, but for now she just sips at her drink and hopes. ]
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As he walks away from the replicators he catches sight of someone with a book and he curiously glances at the title and then smiles. ]
Fan of the classics?
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[ The response is automatic as she glances up with a smile for the man she'd only seen in passing, down the hall or rounding a corner. He's someone new, newer anyway, and she wears the friendly southerner persona like a glove. Which she's also wearing, in fact. ]
I like Dickens well enough, but Alexandre Dumas will always have my heart.
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I lean towards Cervantes.
[ That might be a slight understatement. ]
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But yes, Les Trois Mousquetaires is my favorite book. I used to teach it in my advanced French classes.
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I wouldn't blame you if you did.
[ He raised a brow ]
You were a teacher?
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Her smile dims to something a bit more somber and she nods. ]
I was. At a boarding school for mutants.
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For mutants?
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Humans with genetic differences that result in physical mutations or special abilities. Where I'm from, mutants were a huge part of the population, but they faced discrimination and a whole lotta kids were kicked out of their homes because of what they were. Our school offered them somewhere to go.
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I see. [ His brow furrows because the Protomolocule comes to mind when mutations come up but he doesn't draw a direct correlation at least. ]
Parents would kick their children out for something that was commonplace?
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Humans don't handle fear well.
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They don’t but as a species we don’t have a very good ability to determine what changes are threats and what are boons.
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[ She pulls in a deep breath and lets it out in a heavy sigh. A sip of her coffee follows and she tries to give him a small smile. ]
Are your conversations always this cheery, sugar?
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It’s always a toss up. [ His thoughts have weighted heavier more and more often with the experiences shaping his world views changing. ]