[ Doors leading to the wrong room is undoubtedly confusing for everyone, but for someone like Fergus, newly awoken and thrown into Ship Life, it's ... Well. Everything is already confusing, so how is he to know what's wrong or right?
But he suspects something is wrong when he tries to double back and winds up in two completely different places.
Maybe the problem is with him? Fergus can admit he's feeling disoriented. Unsure of what to do, he takes a moment to stand where he is and look around before trying another door ... or two. ]
I'M SKILLED IN: Whatever you need me to be skilled in.
I'M LOOKING FOR: Friends.
ALSO, I'M: French.
[iii. STASIS]
[ The one place Fergus finds to be the most comfortable is the Stasis Unit. Maybe that's because it's where he himself woke up from, so it's safe, in a way. And unnerving. All these peaceful but sleeping faces, people of all sorts from all sorts of places - if he's to believe what he's been told, and frankly, why shouldn't he - it's just strange.
He wanders the rows. He's looking for those familiar faces, like everyone is here. He passes some people visiting their own loved ones before he falls upon one very important person. Marsali, his wife. Something catches in his throat as he presses a hand to the glass, murmuring something to her beneath his breath. ]
Fergus Fraser || Outlander
[ Doors leading to the wrong room is undoubtedly confusing for everyone, but for someone like Fergus, newly awoken and thrown into Ship Life, it's ... Well. Everything is already confusing, so how is he to know what's wrong or right?
But he suspects something is wrong when he tries to double back and winds up in two completely different places.
Maybe the problem is with him? Fergus can admit he's feeling disoriented. Unsure of what to do, he takes a moment to stand where he is and look around before trying another door ... or two. ]
[ii. SOCIAL-LINKED]
@claudel (33), Earth
I'M SKILLED IN: Whatever you need me to be skilled in.
I'M LOOKING FOR: Friends.
ALSO, I'M: French.
[iii. STASIS]
[ The one place Fergus finds to be the most comfortable is the Stasis Unit. Maybe that's because it's where he himself woke up from, so it's safe, in a way. And unnerving. All these peaceful but sleeping faces, people of all sorts from all sorts of places - if he's to believe what he's been told, and frankly, why shouldn't he - it's just strange.
He wanders the rows. He's looking for those familiar faces, like everyone is here. He passes some people visiting their own loved ones before he falls upon one very important person. Marsali, his wife. Something catches in his throat as he presses a hand to the glass, murmuring something to her beneath his breath. ]