22nd May 2025, 2:15 PM
(This post was last modified: 23rd May 2025, 5:20 PM by concertsrule. Edited 1 time in total.)
Bea surveys the empty beds and chooses one near the rest of the cargo crew, she sits down placing the notebook on her legs and looks at it for a moment while thinking about what to do next.
She places the notebook on her bed and walks to the bathroom, standing in front of a sink she examines her reflection. Her face is slim with prominent cheekbones, her face is marked with wrinkles the most noticeable ones being her nasolabial fold and her frown lines from presumed years of furrowing her brows as well as her lip lines which are slightly more subtle than the other wrinkles. She notices her hair is still a bit disheveled from her freak out earlier and decides to just take her braid down for the night and put it back up tomorrow. She runs her hands through her hair for a few moments trying to de-tangle any knots that may be there.
Bea turns on the sink and washes her hands before running some water over her index finger and rubbing it against her teeth since she doesn't have a toothbrush or any toothpaste. She didn't look for those items anyway.
Returning to her bed Bea grabs the pajamas left there, she feels the fabric. It feels more comfortable than her jumpsuit. She looks over to the changing rooms and sees the line, she sighs softly and judges the thickness of the canopy on her bed. She decides it should be opaque enough if she's quick with changing. Climbing onto the bed she starts undoing her jumpsuit but pauses making sure the canopy is closed, then she returns to undressing. After taking off her jumpsuit she's left in bog standard undergarments, a nondescript bra and pair of boyshorts, not lingering she pulls the pajamas on and tosses the jumpsuit out of the bed and onto the floor. She scoots back over the the edge of the bed and opens the notebook.
Clicking the pen she begins to write, 'Dear Diary, Today was the day to end all days as some would say'... She writes until she feels her eyelids grow heavy thankfully she was basically done with that she wanted to write she signs off with '-Beatrix' and closes the notebook slipping it under the pillow. She pulls back the blanket and lies down and quickly drifts off.
(lets agree to forget she was naked in the pod and didnt have anytime to get underwear! nope no plot holes here!)
She places the notebook on her bed and walks to the bathroom, standing in front of a sink she examines her reflection. Her face is slim with prominent cheekbones, her face is marked with wrinkles the most noticeable ones being her nasolabial fold and her frown lines from presumed years of furrowing her brows as well as her lip lines which are slightly more subtle than the other wrinkles. She notices her hair is still a bit disheveled from her freak out earlier and decides to just take her braid down for the night and put it back up tomorrow. She runs her hands through her hair for a few moments trying to de-tangle any knots that may be there.
Bea turns on the sink and washes her hands before running some water over her index finger and rubbing it against her teeth since she doesn't have a toothbrush or any toothpaste. She didn't look for those items anyway.
Returning to her bed Bea grabs the pajamas left there, she feels the fabric. It feels more comfortable than her jumpsuit. She looks over to the changing rooms and sees the line, she sighs softly and judges the thickness of the canopy on her bed. She decides it should be opaque enough if she's quick with changing. Climbing onto the bed she starts undoing her jumpsuit but pauses making sure the canopy is closed, then she returns to undressing. After taking off her jumpsuit she's left in bog standard undergarments, a nondescript bra and pair of boyshorts, not lingering she pulls the pajamas on and tosses the jumpsuit out of the bed and onto the floor. She scoots back over the the edge of the bed and opens the notebook.
Clicking the pen she begins to write, 'Dear Diary, Today was the day to end all days as some would say'... She writes until she feels her eyelids grow heavy thankfully she was basically done with that she wanted to write she signs off with '-Beatrix' and closes the notebook slipping it under the pillow. She pulls back the blanket and lies down and quickly drifts off.
(lets agree to forget she was naked in the pod and didnt have anytime to get underwear! nope no plot holes here!)
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