[ Thirty six hours out of asgard and Bryce is not-quite-pacing back and forth in the room Thor had claimed for himself, shuffling a few scraps of parchment scribbled to the very edge of the margin with names of Asgardians and gladiators alike. The Statesman was not built for anything but things she'd rather not think about, thank you, and certainly not for hauling a mixed bag of refugees across the universe, but this is what they've got and so they've got to make it work.
Which first means finding a place for everyone. ]
That's Korg and Mung and Miek all bunked together, and. No-Name and Yaeris went and cleared out what looked like a linen closet? Or something? Regardless there's now a cocoon on the ceiling and a nest on the floor so they're set. Which just left Hiroim and Elloe and [ she frowns at the scrap of paper in her hand ] Bill, I still don't know how that's his name but not the point.
[ Then again there are many things that Bryce still doesn't know, first and foremost why she's apparently the one in charge of the non-Asgardians shortly followed by why the non-Asgardians want her in charge and actually listen to what she has to say and think she knows what she's doing. Just more people that she'll inevitably disappoint before they wise up and pick somebody who won't screw everything up.
Focus. ]
They just squared away in some backup pantry on the third deck. Which is all to say that unless we stop and pick up some hitchhiker off an asteroid or something, everybody has a room now and there's, um. One less thing to worry about for the next... [ a moment to calculate before she just shrugs ] Five minutes? At least.
[ Of course nowhere on any of Bryce's lists is her own name but that's a minor detail. Sleep is for other people— Even if it weren't (except it definitely is, shush) she'd grown out of needing something as luxurious as a bed years ago, learned to appreciate any relatively flat surface that wasn't freezing cold or flooded up to the knees. Anything past that is...you know. It's gravy. She'll live.
But as stated, sleep's for other people who aren't terrified to blink and lose another two years of their life. So she's fine. ]
doo de doo doo de statesman
Which first means finding a place for everyone. ]
That's Korg and Mung and Miek all bunked together, and. No-Name and Yaeris went and cleared out what looked like a linen closet? Or something? Regardless there's now a cocoon on the ceiling and a nest on the floor so they're set. Which just left Hiroim and Elloe and [ she frowns at the scrap of paper in her hand ] Bill, I still don't know how that's his name but not the point.
[ Then again there are many things that Bryce still doesn't know, first and foremost why she's apparently the one in charge of the non-Asgardians shortly followed by why the non-Asgardians want her in charge and actually listen to what she has to say and think she knows what she's doing. Just more people that she'll inevitably disappoint before they wise up and pick somebody who won't screw everything up.
Focus. ]
They just squared away in some backup pantry on the third deck. Which is all to say that unless we stop and pick up some hitchhiker off an asteroid or something, everybody has a room now and there's, um. One less thing to worry about for the next... [ a moment to calculate before she just shrugs ] Five minutes? At least.
[ Of course nowhere on any of Bryce's lists is her own name but that's a minor detail. Sleep is for other people— Even if it weren't (except it definitely is, shush) she'd grown out of needing something as luxurious as a bed years ago, learned to appreciate any relatively flat surface that wasn't freezing cold or flooded up to the knees. Anything past that is...you know. It's gravy. She'll live.
But as stated, sleep's for other people who aren't terrified to blink and lose another two years of their life. So she's fine. ]