MEME / accepting.

despite the hat covering the points of his ears, spock sticks out like a sore thumb in twenty first century earth. his demeanor, his vulcan ways, he may as well ditch the beanie in the next waste bin. he's done his research, of course- even before he got stuck here, but knowledge does not add up to experience.

Robby doesn't startle at the interruption, which is maybe a generous take given that he's been staring off into space for the last few minutes, but it does take a minute for him to realize Mel's speaking to him.

He can't bring himself to be annoyed by her question. This is Collin's house, not his. He has no claims to this space, not anymore, and it doesn't matter that they're off duty - people still naturally look to him for direction.

MEME / accepting.

it had not taken him long after the shuttle crash to put together the clues of where- & when, he was. despite the numerous wounds leaking blood, spock knows he cannot stay put. it's only a matter of time before there are too many eyes on the place he landed.

he keeps to the shadows, hiding in dark alleys when people draw too close. the environment is not a safe one but after a while, blood loss & pain get the better of him. he doesn't mean to wander in the path of the human, but when she doesn't immediately run from him, he can only surmise he has come across somebody useful.

bright, a little bit cloudy but not enough to cover the sun. day shift ⸻ he wasn’t exactly a fan but they needed a few more hands and overtime wasn’t exactly a horrible thing. the city below and around looked far different during the day than it did when night had taken its turn to show him what beauty lay within in the darkness. maybe ⸻ just maybe his therapist was right, he liked the darkness better. however it was night shift that seemed to provide just the right amount of chaos. the perfect amount of chaos to remind him of a life that should have been long forgotten but, you don’t simply forget the things you have seen, the things that make you more efficient at your job. that chaos is what he enjoyed truthfully, when the hub is on fire and the bays are full, it’s like life is being breathed back into him. 

“ 𝒊𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒅𝒂𝒚.ᐣ ” (𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒋𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒐𝒕)

a small curve of lips presents itself, arms cross as he leans back against the very bars robby found him in front of nights ago. a brief glance is given to @kingrising before he inhales a breath of that oh.. so fresh Pittsburgh air. full of car exhaust and other things not so right for the lungs. jack looks up towards the sun for a moment, allowing the warmth to ease across his features before he offers her a reply. “that depends… am i going to pull another eighteen hour shift, or go home and hope to hell my sleep schedule fixes itself ⸻”

but the overtime is good, jack.  he tells himself. “how are things looking in there? did our toe splinter finally agree to let Whitaker to take it out or is he still complaining it’s going to hurt?” the shit they see in the day shift. a chuckle, he shakes his head. “and our broken finger? any x-rays come back yet?” 

Samira frowns into her coffee mug.

She isn't sure what she expected from last night. The invitation from Matteo and Cassie had been given last minute as their shifts had wrapped up. Samira had mostly said yes just to prove to McKay that she wasn't some shut in with three cats.

She definitely hadn't expected to offer Mel her couch, given the late hour and it being far easier, and safer, for them to split a single uber.