Re: Tuesday Bells!

Oops, that should've been 2107, not 2007!!
--- In, "chanced_freedom"
<andyjones85@...> wrote:
> Who: Rosette
> Where: Here and there
> When: About now. Christmas eve night, 2007
> Rosette sighed and fell back onto her bunk. She'd never got into
> drinking, and also didn't want to end up joining the rampaging hordes
> of alcoholic crewmembers who were trying to get their fix.
> She looked up at the plain off-white ceiling, the beam that crossed
> the middle of it, simple ducting that carried some of the power cables
> for her room. They buzzed softly, only audible in the low-noise
> environment of a silent room. She had none of the basic items
> everyone else had... no stereo, no tv... Not even a pair of curtains.
> A tear rolled down her cheek. She had no one left... Seymour was an
> annoying, whiny annoyance, and the captain was a perverted bastard
> whom she never wanted to see ever again. Still, this was her home,
> she'd found a place where she didn't have to burn and pilfer to
> survive. Part of her wanted a room like Seymours... filled with
> trinkets, a Piano... and all the fancy things that came with her
> previously fancy life. The rest of her wanted to live a new, simple
> life... Alone to feel what she wanted to feel, and do what she wanted
> to do.
> "I can't sit here all night..." she said to herself, getting up and
> walking towards her door. She instinctively grabbed her knife belt
> and knives. Before they clicked into place around her waist, she put
> it back on the cabinet and walked outside. Her door made a satisfying
> clunk as it closed, and locked itself. Slowly, her feet began to step
> one in front of the other, before she knew it, she was stood in front
> of the Turbo lift, opening the door.
> She looked at the list of decks, and asked herself about each one.
> "the promenade? Nah. filled with alcoholics trying to get into
> parrotts..."
> "arboretum? I'll get killed..."
> "i'm already on the habitation decks, and i don't need to go to the
> medi-bay..."
> "Observation deck?...." she paused for a second, and pushed the
> button. This time, the doors closed with a rather poor 'shoop' and
> the lift began to ascend.
> As the lift rocketed to the top of the gigantic vessel, she daydreamed
> a dream of days long past... Christmas mornings when she'd wake up
> with her family, in a huge 4-poster-bed, surrounded with presents.
> She fought back the urge to cry, missing every moment of her lost
> life, until the doors opened. The observation deck was huge... a
> giant glass dome perched high on the top of the Blue Dwarf. Below, a
> view of the entire length of the ship, and above, the stars that
> spread on for eternity. Looking down at the ship, she saw its end,
> and looked up, away from it. The stars had no ending, they just
> disappeared into the distance... farther than the eye could see, and
> farther than the mind could comprehend.
> She sighed again, and closed her eyes, almost falling into a dreamless
> sleep. A shooting star flew past, un-noticed by everyone onboard.
> All that was left now, was to wait the few hours until the new day
> began, when the date read 25.
> "Merry christmas, Me..." she said out loud, ignoring everything that
> might be going on around her. To her, she was alone, and it seemed,
> always would be.
> ---------------------The End----------------
> Merry Tuesday everyone! I hope you enjoy your holidays, no matter how
> short they may be. If the previous year is anything to go by, it'll
> be Christmas 2008 before we know it.

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