Missing Home

[itsyagirl]

Who: open to all
Broadcast: no
Action: Iskaulit
When: Jan 12 or whenever...time doesn't matter

Veronica has been rather absent this holiday season. While she's made an appearance at the festivities, she hasn't really seemed all there, and has left early from most of them without talking much. For a girl whose life has changed so much so fast, even before the Fleet, one might think it would be easy for her to roll with the punches, but eventually, Veronica tires out, and she's hit that point.

She misses home. She's lonely. Sure, she has Lance here, but much of his time is dedicated to Keith and his team, and Veronica isn't about to take that away from him. He's happy. She isn't going to get in the way of that. While she's befriended people here, it just isn't the same, and she finds herself growing homesick and depressed.

She's spending a lot of time these days just sitting by the bay windows of the Iskaulit, looking out into the deep abyss of space. It's beautiful, and she really does love it, but...it's so cold and isolating. It makes her think of everything that she's lost, all the people who have died for a war that they were never even meant to be a part of... Veronica hugs her knees to her chest and just watches.

Comments

[permanentlyexhaustedbird]

[Tim has been spending a lot of time on the Iskaulit since his arrival and he has seen Veronica sitting at the bay windows a couple of times but hadn't thought to intervene but well it's been a while and she still seems to be there every day so eventually he gives in, coming to stand beside her]

Penny for your thoughts?

[itsyagirl]

[She's noticed Tim too, in passing, though frankly Veronica hasn't put much thought to it. The Iskaulit has much more to do and see than the other ships on the Fleet, after all, so it's hardly surprising that other people would choose to spend more time here like she has.

Veronica rubs at her eyes and gives him a weak smile, looking up at him.]

When I imagined space, I knew, mathematically, that there was...well, emptiness. Being out here though? It's...really empty.

[permanentlyexhaustedbird]

[He gives her a sad look]

So you've been sitting here, for weeks now, contemplating the void of space?

[itsyagirl]

Sounds kind of pathetic when you put it like that.

[She sighs softly.]

I've always dreamed of being in space, but all of this is just... [She shakes her head slowly.] I just want to go home.

[permanentlyexhaustedbird]

I wasn't going to say pathetic, more worrying.

[He takes a seat on the other end of the bench, making sure not to invade on personal space]

Being homesick is understandable even if you left your home voluntarily. It's normal to miss things that are familiar and promote a feeling of safe in us.

[itsyagirl]

That's kind of you.

[Her tone is sardonic, but it's clear she wants the company. Veronica watches Tim quietly, listening to him.]

I wish just knowing that made it easier. Being here is strange, because... I'm missing my family, but they don't even know I'm gone.

[permanentlyexhaustedbird]

And you just remember all those movies where someone returns from an adventure like this and suddenly are full of affection for long missed but very confused relatives?

At least it's better than driving them mad with worry?

I know that doesn't really help either. I don't really have anything that will.

[itsyagirl]

[She chuckles softly and nods.] That's...true. I'm glad they aren't worrying.

That's alright. It helps just to talk about it, I guess.

[permanentlyexhaustedbird]

Well if you want to talk, I don't mind listening?

I know you don't know me but well, sometimes that helps too.

[itsyagirl]

Thanks.

[She manages a genuine smile, and offers a hand.] I'm Veronica.

[permanentlyexhaustedbird]

[Tim shuffles closer on the benches so he can shake her hand back]

I'm Robin. It's nice to meet you, out here in space.

[itsyagirl]

Robin. [She smiles, letting her hand drop back down.] Nice to meet you too.

You have a nice name.

[permanentlyexhaustedbird]

More a code name, but one passed down from my brother. I've grown quite attached to it at least.

What do you normally do on the Fleet when you're not sitting here contemplating the vastness of space?

[itsyagirl]

Code name, huh? Are you some kind of spy?

[She smiles sheepishly, running a hand through her hair.] Um. Good question.

[permanentlyexhaustedbird]

Ah no. vigilante is a more accurate term.

Good question? You're not sure?