ten_fwd | Actually not in his room

Ten Forward:

Kevin steps into Ten Forward, looking to see if his favorite table in the corner is free. It is, thankfully. He settles with his back to the corner and puts the PADD device in front of him, ready to settle in and do a few hours of homework and working on the current art project that's consumed his attention. Alright, mostly to work on the art he's been working on. It's just in light, even if that's hardlight projection, but, it would be nice to be able to work in metal and fire again. He wonders who he talks to about that.

So, he's going to be sitting here a while. Someone bring the boy some food and drink or something, otherwise, he'll forget to eat.

Holodeck:

One thing Kevin has discovered with the holodecks is that he can workout here and no one gets hurt. Well, except for him, and that's okay. So, he works on his hand to hand in here. While he'd like to work on his control, there's something funky about his powers. So, shirtless, he works out with the self-defense programs, and doesn't worry about all that deadly skin to be displayed.

Well, unless he's bothered. Then he'll worry about it.

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Kevin doesn't look up. He's slowly adjusting something on the art that he's currently creating. He has to admit that there's something freeing about working in the virtual, even if he misses running his hand over filthy metal and putting it to better work.

"My room's too quiet." He says, instead of looking up. Sometimes, he needs the low roar of conversation that Ten Forward offers. Plus, it makes it so he can honestly say he's not hiding in his room, when someone asks.

Of course, he's not the most sociable of people in Ten Forward. But what does someone expect from someone with his powers.

His gloved fingers manipulate the image on the PADD.

"Ah." Cash nods, glancing out over the rest of Ten Forward. "I know what you mean. ...or I used to know."

After Denouement, quiet had been what he'd sought. But before, back in his world, Cash had been the type to fall asleep with the TV on, even if it was just infomercials or dumb talk shows. Silence had made him uneasy. In his childhood home, silence had been all but impossible, even in the dead of night, with as many siblings as he'd had. Silence meant something was amiss.

And then had come the town, and the first world he'd ended up on not of his own accord, and silence had meant that if something bad was going on, it wasn't as bad as it could be. Quiet moments had been snatched here and there, with people he cared about. Quiet meant they had a moment for reflection, instead of moments of desperate action.

And now, away in his room, quiet means safety. But he's slowly retraining his body to accept that the Enterprise and its crew means him no harm. Being out among people helps, and so, over the course of the past week or two, he's spent a fair amount of time in Ten Forward.

"Bet it's easier when you don't have rude jackasses interrupting you," he jokes.

Kevin finally looks up from under his bangs at the man talking to him. "Actually, knowing the folks back home? Havin' a jackass interrupt me is just like them." He smirks at the older man. In a few years, that smirk will be deadly to a few women and not a few men. For now, it just makes him look young.

He waves to a seat with him. "You're welcome to join me." He offers. He looks up when one of those that work in Ten Forward bring him a plate of food big enough for three people. He sighs and picks up one of the dumplings on the plate. "Feel free to share the food too. I'm not that hungry." Kevin shuts down the PADD. "M'name's Kevin, Kevin Ford."

"Guess there's just some things that are a constant in every universe," Cash quips, with a quiet chuckle, as he sits down. There are jackasses everywhere. But also people good for conversation, and Cash always likes to think of himself as more of the latter.

He eyes the generous platter of food for a brief moment before nodding over it. This amount of food would have seemed ludicrous to him a few months ago. Now it's finally starting to look reasonably normal again.

"Cash Gillingwater. Good t' meet you. You been on board long?"

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