(Food,) Megabyte thought dimly as he surfaced slowly from a deep, healing sleep. The wonderful smells of bacon and eggs and coffee mixed together to do what nothing else had done: pierce his sleep and nudge him to the edge of consciousness. He didn't remember lying down or even staggering to bed, but the aromatic scent of breakfast made him crank one eye open.
Megabyte registered that he was lying on something soft, not the ground and he tried to place the voices and noises around him. His head was clearer now, but the cobwebs of dreamless sleep were hindering him.
"House . . . raid the medical stores."
That was Scott's voice. Recognition of the voice, an association of the name and the previous night's – and past few days – events came rushing back to him. Fully awake, Megabyte sat up, eyes darting around the kitchen and cafeteria that must have served as the communal sleeping chamber for most given the additional empty mattresses in various areas against the wall – all out of the main traffic areas.
Ami slept not too far from where he sat, and he tentatively brushed her mind. Not enough to disturb her, just enough to reassure himself that his friend was back and whole and there. She was sleeping, but she felt normal. Given that Scott had left her side and was currently talking to someone, that had to be a good sign.
Pulling himself slowly to his feet, Megabyte stretched out. He half-listened to the conversation between Scott and – (What was her name again? Oh yeah, May.) – May while wondering where everyone, and one person in particular, was.
"Did you say a pirate?"
"Yeah. Unless someone got him to actually use the bathroom last night, you'll probably smell him coming." May paused "Want some breakfast now and full explanations later? I'd have waited to tell you, but really, I think everyone needs to be warned about this guy." (Pirate?) Megabyte's mind echoed. He waited for shock, surprise. Nothing. The lack of response wasn't actually surprising. "A real honest-to-goodness smuggling, sword carrying, swashbuckling pirate?" Megabyte asked he joined the two. "Trust me, he's not nearly as glamorous as Hollywood wants us to believe," May said.
(Pirate,) he thought, trying the idea on again for size and reaction. When no reaction was forthcoming, he shrugged it off.
"Great, what's next, Roman gladiators?" Megabyte quipped. Breakfast smelled good, the coffee smelled better, but before he could eat, he had another distraction. "Hey, do you guys know where Claire is?"
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[Megabyte] Rise and shine? (tag Mayday, Scott, open)
Date: 2006-08-22 04:58 pm (UTC)Megabyte registered that he was lying on something soft, not the ground and he tried to place the voices and noises around him. His head was clearer now, but the cobwebs of dreamless sleep were hindering him.
"House . . . raid the medical stores."
That was Scott's voice. Recognition of the voice, an association of the name and the previous night's – and past few days – events came rushing back to him. Fully awake, Megabyte sat up, eyes darting around the kitchen and cafeteria that must have served as the communal sleeping chamber for most given the additional empty mattresses in various areas against the wall – all out of the main traffic areas.
Ami slept not too far from where he sat, and he tentatively brushed her mind. Not enough to disturb her, just enough to reassure himself that his friend was back and whole and there. She was sleeping, but she felt normal. Given that Scott had left her side and was currently talking to someone, that had to be a good sign.
Pulling himself slowly to his feet, Megabyte stretched out. He half-listened to the conversation between Scott and – (What was her name again? Oh yeah, May.) – May while wondering where everyone, and one person in particular, was.
"Did you say a pirate?"
"Yeah. Unless someone got him to actually use the bathroom last night, you'll probably smell him coming." May paused "Want some breakfast now and full explanations later? I'd have waited to tell you, but really, I think everyone needs to be warned about this guy."
(Pirate?) Megabyte's mind echoed. He waited for shock, surprise.
Nothing. The lack of response wasn't actually surprising.
"A real honest-to-goodness smuggling, sword carrying, swashbuckling pirate?" Megabyte asked he joined the two.
"Trust me, he's not nearly as glamorous as Hollywood wants us to believe," May said.
(Pirate,) he thought, trying the idea on again for size and reaction. When no reaction was forthcoming, he shrugged it off.
"Great, what's next, Roman gladiators?" Megabyte quipped. Breakfast smelled good, the coffee smelled better, but before he could eat, he had another distraction. "Hey, do you guys know where Claire is?"