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ten_fwd2015-12-18 01:19 am
dressmaking) wrote in ten_fwd2015-12-18 01:19 am
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To say Lacey is getting a little stir-crazy would be an understatement.
It's true that she'd much rather be on this ship than in Panem; she'd rather be anywhere but Panem. No one who's been through what she has would have any special love for their home world, either. But Enterprise still feels claustrophobic, and it's not as if there's anywhere she can go that's not the ship. Out there is only stars.
So she's taken to a few small projects in order to distract herself from the way her mind gets when there's nothing to do. She'd gotten an embroidery hoop, some linen, a few yards of silk ribbon, thread and needles from the replicator, and started on a simple piece. She's done more difficult work than this before, but it's been a long time and she wants to be sure she still remembers how.
Yesterday she'd spent working on this in her room, but that had started to feel too cramped, and as much as she would rather isolate herself here (because she can, because here she can be anonymous and no one's watching her or expecting her to do anything), the lounge gives her a little more space to spread out.
She can be found at a table in one corner of the lounge, currently in the process of stitching some green ribbon leaves onto the linen set in the hoop. Periodically, she glances up, assessing the room, before returning to her work.
It's not only distracting, it's calming, and she feels something like herself for the first time in a long while.
It's true that she'd much rather be on this ship than in Panem; she'd rather be anywhere but Panem. No one who's been through what she has would have any special love for their home world, either. But Enterprise still feels claustrophobic, and it's not as if there's anywhere she can go that's not the ship. Out there is only stars.
So she's taken to a few small projects in order to distract herself from the way her mind gets when there's nothing to do. She'd gotten an embroidery hoop, some linen, a few yards of silk ribbon, thread and needles from the replicator, and started on a simple piece. She's done more difficult work than this before, but it's been a long time and she wants to be sure she still remembers how.
Yesterday she'd spent working on this in her room, but that had started to feel too cramped, and as much as she would rather isolate herself here (because she can, because here she can be anonymous and no one's watching her or expecting her to do anything), the lounge gives her a little more space to spread out.
She can be found at a table in one corner of the lounge, currently in the process of stitching some green ribbon leaves onto the linen set in the hoop. Periodically, she glances up, assessing the room, before returning to her work.
It's not only distracting, it's calming, and she feels something like herself for the first time in a long while.