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[balancingminds]

Charles had a collection of scientific journals and a newspaper piled on his lap, the news about the move towards space was exciting. It made him want to talk with Hank more about Cerebro and find away to be involved once more. The way forward was through science and discovering how much more there was to the universe.

When he rolled into Milliways, he stopped for a moment before moving his chair toward the fire to order a Scotch and some shortbread. Then he began to read, taking notes, placing bookmarks and enjoying the pleasant hum of Milliways' voices. Things had changed since he had last been here and he'd missed the constant movement of Milliways.

(OOC: Charles is passively listening with his telepathy. Please include your characters' thoughts in their narration or why he wouldn't be able to hear them. I'm in chat and always happy to talk.)

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[imthepilot]

There's a young man at a booth nearby with several books on spices open in front of him. He's making notes on a datapad. Every now and then he goes to the bar and asks for a sample of this or that spice, labelling them with care and going back to his notes.

As engrossed as he seems by his work, his minds is a vortex of pain and panic and bitter exhaustion; barely, just barely holding it together.

{ooc: begging slowtime.}

Re: *potential Rogue One spoilers*

[balancingminds]

(OOC: I'm always good for slows and have seen the movie)

The pain pulls Charles from his own reading, there are always people in pain here but that's more than normal. It reminds him of his time in the hospital when someone was always hurting.

He turns trying to find the source of it and then rolls over to the booth, asking a rat to take give Bar his reading, "Working on a recipe?"

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[imthepilot]

Bodhi looks up with a start and a slight flinch, surprised by sudden interest. "I'm um... learning new spices. There are so many here."

{ooc: I figured you had but I wanted to put the warming up for anyone who might be reading.]

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[balancingminds]

"Anything of interest. I've never done a lot of cooking but growing up the kitchen was always my favorite place to be,"

His Nanny never thought he needed to learn to cook but he did help out.

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[imthepilot]

"I quite like this one." He holds out a stick of cinnamon. "I can't quite work out what it reminds me of but I like the scent."

His hands only shake a little. Which is in itself a minor miracle.

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[balancingminds]

"That's cinnamon, its improves anything. I remember the kitchen smelling of it as a boy,"

Charles glances at his hands and inhales the scent of cinnamon as he finds a place to position himself that's almost in the booth but not outside too much.

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[imthepilot]

"Cinnamon." He pronounces the word carefully and writes it down phonetically on his datapad. "The books say it can be used in both sweet and savoury dishes."

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[balancingminds]

"It can be, yes and its lovely in drinks too. In hot cider its wonderful, warming all the way through."

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[imthepilot]

"Yes, that would be good. Warm white apple cider, I can imagine that would be good." there's an absence in his voice, like he's not quite focused.

[cottoncandypink]

When Wilford walks into the bar with a red and white dog at his heels, he barely notices the scenery change. He's too busy reading something on the laptop he's carrying to pay too much attention to anything. He's just aware enough of his surroundings to make his way toward the fire, making him not quite aware enough of who's actually there. Or what. He clips one of the wheels on Charles' chair, his thoughts instantly shifting from the building rage from the news story he was reading to annoyance and irritation as he spins around to see what he just kicked, before settling down on one of the sofas.

It hurts. Probably more than it should, since he's not wearing shoes, but it's also the first time he's thought about anything other than killer viruses for a while, and a distraction is a distraction.

"Christ, buddy. Didn't see you there," he grumbles, while his dog tries to figure whether or not it should be panicking right now.

[balancingminds]

Charles notes him as he walks towards the fire, being able to read on a computer, walk and have that focused anger isn't easy.

When his chair is clipped, his reading piles almost falls and he sighs and slightly shifts his position, "Most people don't."

[cottoncandypink]

Wilford gets his laptop settled somewhere his idiot dog won't knock it over and bends to rub his ankle. It probably won't bruise, which is almost a disappointment. It would have given him something else to complain about for a few days, but no. He's not that lucky.

"Hang one of them lights on it. Most people don't look down unless there's something shiny to look at," he says.

The dog is still not sure of anything, so Wilford makes up its mind for it and less than gently pushes its rear end down until it gets the point and lies on the floor.

[balancingminds]

"I might, but there's not as much of a need when I'm settled," In the city, yes, that would make sense and he's been learning where not to be as much as he can.

[cottoncandypink]

It only now occurs to Wilford that he's out of wifi range, and won't be able to keep refreshing browser tabs. There hasn't even been any new information released since early this morning, but he'd be a terrible journalist if he didn't want to stay on top of a developing story.

Eager for any distraction, Wilford turns his attention to Charles' papers.

"What have you got there? Anything good?"

He flags down a passing waitrat and orders some hotteok and coffee. His own kitchen isn't exactly stocked for being shut inside for days on end, and he needs something besides freeze-dryer noodles and scrambled eggs right now.

[balancingminds]

Most of the papers are bound journals and a few newspapers, "Yes, though you'll probably find them too old to be of much interest. I'm reading about work on the Mercury space program."

[cottoncandypink]

The space race isn't within Wilford's area of expertise, so he chooses to take this literally for the time being.

"What? Going to Mercury?" he asks.

That's kind of interesting!

[balancingminds]

"No, we're not there yet. Orbiting the Earth and working towards getting to the moon. NASA's name for the program is Mercury."

[fry_sandhu]

Fry is nearby, with a mirror, pulling faces in it, and occasionally doing a little roar.

[balancingminds]

The roar catches Charles' attention and he watches for a little while with a smile before returning to his reading.

[fry_sandhu]

"Raaar."

Fortunately, it's only meant to be a little roar.

After a while he looks up and sees Charles. "Hello."

[balancingminds]

"Hello, what are you practicing for?" He puts a bookmark in his reading.

[fry_sandhu]

"I'm going to be Young Simba in the class production of the Lion King." Fry says. "I have to roar, badly."

[balancingminds]

"I don't know that production. What kind of badly are you trying to do?"

[fry_sandhu]

"Well, I'm only meant to be a baby lion." Fry says. "So I'm not meant to be able to do a very good roar."

[balancingminds]

"I see, well your roar so far seems to suit your size."