Slacking Off (Open)

[Artemis Falkland]

Artemis shifted his area of vision to his right slightly, frowning. He was stumped on this problem, this one little piece of math that wasn't quite adding up, and so he turned away and scrunched his face hoping that by doing that, he might attain some level of an answer. Unfortunately, the routine didn't work, so he set it aside, letting it slide along the cool metal of his desk as he took exactly two steps over to his bed. Oh, how he wished his mentor was here, but he hadn't seen his mentor in some time now. He was on his own, the astrophysicist of the Destiny, as it were, and at times, it felt like he was the cook. Sure, he did manage to get free passage, but it felt like the Captain would make him cook every now and then to earn his keep.

The bed was somewhat plush, just comfortable enough to tolerate. The first thought across his mind was the sudden change in softness from h is working chair to his bed. The second was the thought of the cabin and how it was a decent area, large enough to live in, exist in, all the while doing work that he didn't feel like or need to go elsewhere in the ship to study the stars or such. And the third was that he should resign working for the day, head to the mess hall, grab a bite, come back, and sleep until he felt like solving the problem again. Which could be days.

Just as the thought crossed his mind, he somehow felt a slight nagging at his cerebellum that he was freeloading, botht he voice of the captain and his mentor. Artemis grumbled, lowly, mostly in his throat, and he ruffled his already impossibly ruffled hair, his fingers getting caught between unfixable tangles.

"Alright, I'll work a little longer. Five minutes. Then I'm getting out of this stuffy room," Artemis said in contract to himself, thrusting himself up off the bed lightly and resuming the tedious task of staring almost undedicatedly to his work.

[Asher Davis]

Asher walked down the hall where the cabins were. He stopped and opened the door.... to the wrong cabin. He'd thought this was his room, but then again he was tired and his mind was half focused. His new found, more than perfect eyesight was cool, but was also giving him a case of the willies. Every time he closed his eyes to sleep he swore he could see the backs of his eyelids. He knew that he couldn't, but that didn't change the fact that it still wasn't very conducive to sleep.

He stood in the doorway to the room for a moment, debating what to do next. As he stood there he stared at the male sitting at the desk as if the answer might be found in some aspect of this other person. His mind was simply not functioning at the moment. Finally he found some part of his brain telling him what to do. "Sorry," he said, half the word was consumed by a yawn though so it wasn't real understandable.

He shook he head. I really need to get some sleep. My eyesight may be 40/20, but it's worth nothing if I'm not awake enough to use it. "Sorry," this the the word was understandable. "Wrong room. I wasn't paying enough attention."

He paused now, trying to figure out what to do next. After a moment he decided it would just be best to leave. Under these circumstances, extremely awkward ones, it was best to just not stay around and make things worse.

[Artemis Falkland]

Artemis once again shifted gaze from his work, thankful for the distraction that would absorb time in his time contract. It was a younger man, much younger than Artemis from what he could tell from his features, and apparently quite exhausted. For the sake of sakes, he could not remember who he was or anything about the man, just that he was probably one of the special people on board. Most of the ship (albiet a few) had some sort of enhanced ability. Artemis was quite content with not being able to do anything special, just happy to provide math. As far as he knew, he was the only one who was decent at it.. except for the engineers and the other scientist.

The man apologized and seemed to hurry in a very sluggish way out of the room. Artemis was able to get a word in, however.

"Don't worry about it, kid. It's time I stopped working and get some food anyway, so your distraction is more than welcome," Artemis smiled, trying to be at least somewhat friendly. With that, he stood up and grabbed his jacket, just because it was a habit to grab it before he went out anywhere. He saw the kid out and made sure he got to his cabin without accidentally going into a female's cabin (to which Artemis made a joke in his mind, but didn't announce it).

"See you later, kid," Artemis waved in goodbye, before shifting his feet in an almost rhythmitic way, walking towards the mess hall.

[Asher Davis]

Asher was slightly embarrassed, but overall thankful for Artemis's help in getting back to his own room. He was also glad he hadn't made a complete nuisance of himself. He wished he could do more, maybe even get to know Artemis, but truth was that if Asher tried he'd probably fall asleep at the mess hall table and that was just more trouble than it was worth.

"Thanks," he said when Artemis deposited him at his own room. Again he felt like he wasn't really being quite as nice as he could be, but right now just wasn't a good time for that. "If this were another time I'd offer to go eat with you, but maybe some other time."

With that Asher made his way to his bed and let Artemis get on his way to the mess hall. He turned off the lighting in the room and closed his eyes. For a moment there was that sense of paranoia, but this time he had it beat. If my eyesight ever gets to the point that I can see my eyelids, I'll worry about it. For now, I've just got really, ridiculously good vision and that's it. It wasn't much longer and Asher was finally getting the sleep he needed to catch up on.

((Felt like I should make an official exit from the thread.))