fandomhighdorms | The Deck [Thursday early afternoon]

Celia's mind had been more at ease since going out to touch the stone in the woods, but her distraction hadn't decreased much at all. (And if she thought too hard about the fact that touching a rock had made her feel better -- well, that was a whole other distraction, though she was confident that this was somehow Fandom's influence.) But in an effort to prevent herself from just lying on her bed and daydreaming all day, which was what she still wanted to do, Celia took a novel she had checked out from the library out to the deck.

The breeze and the sunshine helped a little, yes, and Celia did eventually find herself more engrossed in Jules Verne than in thoughts of a woman long dead. At least, she was engrossed for multiple minutes at a time, before her mind wandered to the stone and the mantra from her dreams: If you dream them, they will come.

It probably didn't really mean anything, anyway. Maybe she was finally going crazy. She didn't feel crazy, but then, crazy people usually probably didn't. In any case, she was going to continue to to attempt to focus on the crew of the Nautilus and enjoy the sunshine that she was sure was already giving her new freckles for this summer, and not dwell on questions of whether she was losing her mind. (The stone had made her feel better that she wasn't...but that wasn't a particularly reassuring factor, all things considered.)

[open deck is open, though I'll be a wee bit slow for a patch this afternoon!]

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"Do you mind if I join you?" Hanna asked, wearing her headphones as she walked onto the deck. "I won't interrupt your reading."

"I'd welcome the company," Celia replied honestly, looking up with a small smile. "Though I equally promise not to disturb your...music-listening?"

She didn't really know what people listened to with those things, still, but music seemed like a fair assumption.

[and lo I am heading to bed. SP okay?]

"It's easily interrupted," Hanna said, taking off her earphones, with a little bit of soft folk music audible from them, laying around her neck. "I'm trying to learn different kinds, and what I like... what are you reading?"

[no worries at all, and yes, SP is fine!]

Celia held up her book for her to see. "Usually I dip a bit more out of my comfort zone," she admitted, "but this was actually published a few years ago, where I'm from. It's about a fantastic voyage to the bottom of the ocean, though, so still not exactly material I'm familiar with, anyway. What're you listening to today?"

Hanna held out her earphone a little closer as the music changed, so Celia could hear it. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-bmp4QWzHak) "Someone called Hozier? It sounds like hymns, sometimes. And sometimes like parties. And often like people who want to jump off a bridge." Which was part of why Hanna liked it. "I have heard of Verne, but I haven't read his books yet... Do you mean like in a submarine?"

The Deck [Thursday early afternoon]

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