[ CT wakes up with a start, and lies staring at the ceiling for a long time before she moves.
Like last week, she'd awoken with a new memory. But last week's had been confusing, had explained nothing. She'd been doubtful that it was a memory at all. Falling in love with a man she'd never seen in real life. The confession of feelings, the kiss...It's the sort of sappy romance thing that happens to other people, not to her. She'd more or less dismissed it as a dream.
But this time, the man had been back. She'd contacted him, nervous, terrified, but determined. She had to let someone know. She had to tell someone. Do something, before the Director did anything worse.
She'd betrayed Project Freelancer. And suddenly, the single crime listed on her profile makes a lot more sense.
Treason.
She spends a while just wandering the ship, absorbed in her own thoughts and avoiding the Counselor at all costs. Later, once she hears the news about the kitchen being restocked, she can be found there, digging in and - like others - taking a few nonperishables for safekeeping. She's not stupid, and she's not going to spend another week in a state of near-starvation.
Of course, she's not about to skip out on exploring the new areas of the ship. She avoids the solitary cells - those look like absolute deathtraps - but spends some time in the license plate factory, mostly looking through the alien alphabets at the control panel to see if she does recognize them. ]
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Like last week, she'd awoken with a new memory. But last week's had been confusing, had explained nothing. She'd been doubtful that it was a memory at all. Falling in love with a man she'd never seen in real life. The confession of feelings, the kiss...It's the sort of sappy romance thing that happens to other people, not to her. She'd more or less dismissed it as a dream.
But this time, the man had been back. She'd contacted him, nervous, terrified, but determined. She had to let someone know. She had to tell someone. Do something, before the Director did anything worse.
She'd betrayed Project Freelancer. And suddenly, the single crime listed on her profile makes a lot more sense.
Treason.
She spends a while just wandering the ship, absorbed in her own thoughts and avoiding the Counselor at all costs. Later, once she hears the news about the kitchen being restocked, she can be found there, digging in and - like others - taking a few nonperishables for safekeeping. She's not stupid, and she's not going to spend another week in a state of near-starvation.
Of course, she's not about to skip out on exploring the new areas of the ship. She avoids the solitary cells - those look like absolute deathtraps - but spends some time in the license plate factory, mostly looking through the alien alphabets at the control panel to see if she does recognize them. ]