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Lark Tennant | Sharp Teeth ([personal profile] ukan) wrote2012-11-28 02:44 pm

001.

[The first thing Lark does is follow his nose. He gets himself some food, enough to clear his mind, and then finds a quiet corner up on the deck where he can watch the universe drift by. He watches the network first, making cursory judgments of the people there. And then he turns the camera on himself.

He's not sure any of this is real, but it's always safest to pretend it is. If it's real to these people, it needs to be real to him.
]

Monarchism depth doubtfully entrancing.

[He closes his eyes, no. Not right. Slow breath in: who am I?]

Sorry. My name is Lark. I've already introduced myself to the cafeteria, [he holds up his clean spoon] You eat pretty well here. Better than I've had in other cages. I can tell what most of the things on my plate were originally. In a place like this, in times like these, that's a blessing.

[Now the question. Time to find out the important things. He should have waited, but he doesn't have time to spare.

Who am I? Lark. Where am I? That, as Shakespeare said, is the question.
]

I'm still monkey lid drudging cloud?
imfollowinghim: (Ready for this?)

[personal profile] imfollowinghim 2012-12-05 06:48 am (UTC)(link)
Whatever the mess hall feels like serving up's fair game. There's three square meals a day, and you can usually grab a sandwich in between that if you want. What makes you ask?
imfollowinghim: (Steve seriously seek help.)

[personal profile] imfollowinghim 2012-12-08 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
You should probably be fine. Don't think the Admiral's interested in you starving to death.