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taxonomites2009-08-09 11:25 pm
biverbam.livejournal.com) wrote in taxonomites2009-08-09 11:25 pm
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三次: [holo | text | & location: Serenity cargo bay]
River is currently laying on the floor in the far corner of the cargo bay. As far away she can get from anyone without leaving the ship, without leaving Simon. It's important that they not be separated, but yelling and frustration is loud, and Inara's shuttle on that side of the ship still stinks of fire and brimstone. Calmly, she drops a ball to the side of her and watches at it bounces.
Or, at least it was bouncing. She's still watching it even as it slows and appears to stop.
"It's invariant... Kinetic."
She's very obviously medicated, and everything about her seems distracted. Every word pushed through a thick fog, bouncing off against guardrails before sheer momentum drives it to the surface. There was sleep, earlier in the infirmary when they first got back, the kind of sleep that's induced but thankfully quiet all the same, though the bags under her eyes are only just diminished and not gone completely, and River is rested if still sluggish. Alert, if... Slow.
"Motion transfers from storage and it doesn't really stop when you think it does. Movement continues until friction dictates it's cessation, but the subtlety can't be seen by the naked eye." It looks like she can see it, or at least thinks she can, eyes wide and staring at the ball, taking in the minute vibrations that exist between particles of rubber.
After another few moments, she moves a hand to squish the ball against the floor, forcing friction to dictate the cessation of movement herself.
Then, lazily, she pulls the tablet around and sits up just enough to scribble something down (it takes a few minutes, and the holo is still on as she writes) and push the button that will give it out to all of Taxon.
When she's done, River rolls over to lay on her back. "It could be relevant."
ETA: [ooc: lklsdjfsl solution for the link is "unless an idiot dies he cannot be cured." I'm sorry for the fail handwriting and wacky future radio.]
Or, at least it was bouncing. She's still watching it even as it slows and appears to stop.
"It's invariant... Kinetic."
She's very obviously medicated, and everything about her seems distracted. Every word pushed through a thick fog, bouncing off against guardrails before sheer momentum drives it to the surface. There was sleep, earlier in the infirmary when they first got back, the kind of sleep that's induced but thankfully quiet all the same, though the bags under her eyes are only just diminished and not gone completely, and River is rested if still sluggish. Alert, if... Slow.
"Motion transfers from storage and it doesn't really stop when you think it does. Movement continues until friction dictates it's cessation, but the subtlety can't be seen by the naked eye." It looks like she can see it, or at least thinks she can, eyes wide and staring at the ball, taking in the minute vibrations that exist between particles of rubber.
After another few moments, she moves a hand to squish the ball against the floor, forcing friction to dictate the cessation of movement herself.
Then, lazily, she pulls the tablet around and sits up just enough to scribble something down (it takes a few minutes, and the holo is still on as she writes) and push the button that will give it out to all of Taxon.
When she's done, River rolls over to lay on her back. "It could be relevant."
ETA: [ooc: lklsdjfsl solution for the link is "unless an idiot dies he cannot be cured." I'm sorry for the fail handwriting and wacky future radio.]