Post by Solomon Taylor on Aug 19, 2009 21:56:50 GMT -6
After dinner, Solomon retreated towards his room up front in need of some thinking time. After leaving the others with instructions to call him if needed, he shut the door lightly and immediately grabbed the pair of pants he'd purchased earlier. He'd meant to put them away after showing Magdalen to her room, but he'd been needed in the cockpit for the liftoff with Blaine, and so he'd simply tossed them into his room, letting them fall on his bed.
He scooped them up now and shook out the wrinkles, pausing for a moment to inspect them, and then folded them neatly and tucked them away in his closet. Tomorrow, maybe, he would wear them. He liked his current pair. Ratty and dirty, yes, but they were broken in, comfortable. Familiar.
Pulling his chair out from under the desk, he took a seat in it and leaned over his desk. He pulled the new eInkr towards him--he'd finally managed to get it back from Olive--and pulled up the main Network menu. His first thought had been to find a movie to watch. He hadn't watched a movie in ages. There must have been hundreds of new ones he'd never even heard of since his time on Antheia.
But curiosity got the best of him and found himself browsing instead through the Government postings, most specifically the bounties. As much as he wanted to trust his two most recent additions to his ship, he decided he'd better be sure.
There was nothing on Magdalen that he could find. Nothing recent, at least. He didn't bother going too far back in the records. If you hadn't been accused of something in the last year or two, it probably wasn't a big deal. He was surprised at the overwhelming sense of relief he felt when her name came up clean. He still found himself curious about her, though. He would have to ask some questions later.
It took a moment for him to remember that "Cass" was probably short for Cassandra, and so the bounty listing for one Cassandra Nida didn't catch his eye until a second read-through the list. He read the physical description of the girl, and indeed it matched the appearance of the girl on his ship.
"Hmmm," he mumbled in thought.
She was wanted for questioning in relation to someone else's crime. Someone sharing the same last name. A family member, probably. So it wasn't that she was running from anything she'd done, but it certainly confirmed his suspicions that she was running in general. Still, he figured the less he knew, the better if they were caught. He decided he wouldn't press the matter.
Then a note caught his eye.
May have prosthetics.
He lifted an eye. She hadn't seemed like she'd had any prosthetics. But then he realized that he'd actually seen very little of her body. She'd kept herself extremely covered. Even a hood over her head, trying to hide her face. No, not her face. That was so she wouldn't be recognized. It must have been an arm or a leg, he realized.
Interesting. He'd heard about the robotic replacements for amputated and otherwise lost limbs, and even some organs, but he'd never actually seen any.
Sol closed out the bounty lists and pulled up the media menus. It was time for a movie. As he scanned the lists of new additions, he got up and relocated to his bed. It would be easier to lounge there.
He wasn't sure what sort of movie he wanted, but with his curiosity in Cassandra suddenly piqued, he eventually decided on one about robots. He set it to play and leaned back with his pillow propped against the wall.
After 15 years of living in the forest, here he was watching movies about robots while lounging in his space ship. He couldn't help but feel a level of amusement at his strange life all of the sudden.
He scooped them up now and shook out the wrinkles, pausing for a moment to inspect them, and then folded them neatly and tucked them away in his closet. Tomorrow, maybe, he would wear them. He liked his current pair. Ratty and dirty, yes, but they were broken in, comfortable. Familiar.
Pulling his chair out from under the desk, he took a seat in it and leaned over his desk. He pulled the new eInkr towards him--he'd finally managed to get it back from Olive--and pulled up the main Network menu. His first thought had been to find a movie to watch. He hadn't watched a movie in ages. There must have been hundreds of new ones he'd never even heard of since his time on Antheia.
But curiosity got the best of him and found himself browsing instead through the Government postings, most specifically the bounties. As much as he wanted to trust his two most recent additions to his ship, he decided he'd better be sure.
There was nothing on Magdalen that he could find. Nothing recent, at least. He didn't bother going too far back in the records. If you hadn't been accused of something in the last year or two, it probably wasn't a big deal. He was surprised at the overwhelming sense of relief he felt when her name came up clean. He still found himself curious about her, though. He would have to ask some questions later.
It took a moment for him to remember that "Cass" was probably short for Cassandra, and so the bounty listing for one Cassandra Nida didn't catch his eye until a second read-through the list. He read the physical description of the girl, and indeed it matched the appearance of the girl on his ship.
"Hmmm," he mumbled in thought.
She was wanted for questioning in relation to someone else's crime. Someone sharing the same last name. A family member, probably. So it wasn't that she was running from anything she'd done, but it certainly confirmed his suspicions that she was running in general. Still, he figured the less he knew, the better if they were caught. He decided he wouldn't press the matter.
Then a note caught his eye.
May have prosthetics.
He lifted an eye. She hadn't seemed like she'd had any prosthetics. But then he realized that he'd actually seen very little of her body. She'd kept herself extremely covered. Even a hood over her head, trying to hide her face. No, not her face. That was so she wouldn't be recognized. It must have been an arm or a leg, he realized.
Interesting. He'd heard about the robotic replacements for amputated and otherwise lost limbs, and even some organs, but he'd never actually seen any.
Sol closed out the bounty lists and pulled up the media menus. It was time for a movie. As he scanned the lists of new additions, he got up and relocated to his bed. It would be easier to lounge there.
He wasn't sure what sort of movie he wanted, but with his curiosity in Cassandra suddenly piqued, he eventually decided on one about robots. He set it to play and leaned back with his pillow propped against the wall.
After 15 years of living in the forest, here he was watching movies about robots while lounging in his space ship. He couldn't help but feel a level of amusement at his strange life all of the sudden.
