( open ) everything else was just remembering.

[wising]

It isn't a feeling Sarah is used to anymore.

Boredom.

It has been a long, long time since she's been able to stand still, and she finds, more often than not, she does not know what to do with this stillness. Being on the ship means having an imposed vacation from her real life and her real problems, and while she can't say she's entirely against that - it also feels like hiding. Pretending. Waiting can be more excruciating than having no time at all, and Sarah would know. For the first eighteen years of her life, she thought she wouldn't have the time to wait.

Now she has it to spare, and she is reacquainting herself with pleasures she's forgotten; watching old school movies while indulging in chocolates and staying up late into the night to watch the stars. These pleasures are age-worn in her memory, like a picture that is fading. She also finds, like most people do, some things are like riding a bike. A sketchpad and charcoal pencils have been located, and the rest becomes simple.

There is a bar by the pool and there is a fallen angel by the bar. She holds the sketchpad in one hand and the charcoal pencil in the other, like she is remembering.

She will offer to draw a face portrait to anyone who is interested, like she did the first day she ever arrived to Chicago.

There's a symmetry to that.


( ooc: prose or spam, i will match you! )

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[therewillbelight]

He's been on this ship for five days now, by his reckoning. Enough time to figure out there's no going back through that door on his own. To also figure out that bashing the door, or putting his shoulder to it, or trying to shoot the lock, will not get him anywhere either.

He's had time to find his room. To get settled in. To explore the ship a bit.

But there's one thing that no amount of time will cure: his drive to do things, fix things. He's got a city at a tipping point that he's trying to save, and he's stuck on a cruise ship.

Jim Gordon is not pleased about this.

He's at a loss for anything better to do at the moment, so he decides to take in some air. There's a pool out on the deck and there's a bar near the pool. He gets a beer, the glass bottle already sweating as he drops into a chair.

There's a lady sketching a few chairs away. He hasn't invaded her space or anything like that, but he's too much an officer/gentleman/good cop/good man to just ignore her either. When she looks up he offers a polite smile, and a nod of his head. "Afternoon."

[undermyfeet]

Alexander can draw. He doesn't do it often, mostly because when it comes to art, he's mostly had it become associated with work, and that's not exactly fun. But when he sees Sarah sitting at the bar, he can't help but slide his way over, just out of curiosity, to see what she's working on. He doesn't say anything at first, just sort of dips his head just slightly over the top of the sketchpad, before glancing up to her.

"You're pretty good."

[altor]

Waiting, is usually something Nathaniel is very good at. It takes him a long time before he falls into boredom. But this place, it's a whole different world and the itch of worry won't quite go away. He spends most of his days waiting at the door on the deck, waiting for it to reopen so her can get back to his mother. While highly regarded, Firsts are getting into more and more danger lately. Some demons trying to tip the balance, that age-old eternal battle raging on.

But just once, he's tired of waiting by the door. His duties to his mother are a huge part of his life, but when he's sitting around doing nothing... it's getting too much now. He needs to do something. Or at least have some kind of social contact with someone.

Bars are usually a good place to start.

Ordering something with plenty ice because damn this warm weather today, he squints slightly across the bar at the kid, well... she looks like a kid compared to him, with some sketching supplies in her hands. Huh. Interesting. He's not artistic in any way, but he'll take an interest. It's a good enough place to start, right?

"Drawin' anything interestin'?" he asks across the bar.

[wemadeit]

Here is Helen. Helen is ninja-ing up on you Sarah because she hasn't seen you in a while and hi. No but seriously. It's been a while since she met her, and she thought she was pretty damn nice. Helen likes nice people. Well, she likes people in general, but nice people especially. So Helen wants to follow that up and see how's she's doing.

Anyways.

After much ninja-ing about, she suddenly appears at Sarah's side, grinning brightly.

"Hi!"

Then, she peers down at her sketchpad. "Oooh." She likes to doodle, but wow. Sarah is damn good at drawing. "So, are you like a professional artist or somethin'? How long did it take you to get good like that? How are you, by the way, hi. It's Helen, in case you forgot, but it's totally okay because I haven't seen you in aaaaages."

The narration is so sorry, Sarah.

[eluding]

It's been a hundred years or so since Ethan was in Chicago.

He's traveled to different worlds and different times with the Doctor in the TARDIS. He's learned and grown, knows now how to let go and to move forward and to not think of himself as destruction. Ethan can only barely remember this ship. It's been a very long time, but he still recognizes Sarah immediately.

Ethan doesn't know if she'll recognize him. He knows about different universes, different versions of people. However, he sees that she is far older than she was when he knew her, and there's both an ache (at what she had to have gone through to get here) and an intense sense of relief (because how beautiful it is to see her looking so much older when the world told her it wasn't possible.

the world tells them very many different things. that they're destruction and death. that they're trouble. that they're not worth it. the world is wrong).

"What are you drawing?"

It's asked as he steps up toward the bar.

i'm not crazy late oh god i'm sorry but i think i need this cr

[excerptus]

Ollie doesn't drink. And he's not an artist. But he's never felt a presence like Sarah's before, ever.

It's not rare that Ollie's curiosity overpowers his painful shyness, but it is the only thing that ever wins out over it. Still, despite being shy and a teetotaler, he likes to hang around the bar. It offers a respite from the kind of loneliness he's felt since he turned 9 years old, and 10 years of loneliness gives a guy enough time to figure out how to mitigate it.

Here on the ship, the bustling bar usually suffices. He doesn't have to talk to anyone. Until now.

"Are you uh, are you an artist?" Kind of a dumb question and when he asks, it's probably too far away from Sarah to not be awkward. But he got nervous and didn't want to seem creepy. So he also offers a small wave in greeting, without realizing that he just kicked the awkward up another notch.