<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/XsPFh1t.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726713#msg15726713)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Human<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Doctor<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>19th December 2174 CE<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Without the fun glasses. (https://imgur.com/Z7GN3XP)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Mess Hall<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>First chance to breathe<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Mary-Ann | Jay | Rue<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>This was certainly bringing her back to her days in university- the ones before med-labs and practical exams which filled every waking hour of her life. The few, short years of exuberance and excitement that allowed the freedom of exploration in relationships and the general fun and mischievousness that came with living as a carefree youth. Samantha hadn’t realized how hungry she was for a friendly touch -or touch in general- until Rue placed her hand on her. It was easy to forget that humans were social creatures when you spent so much time looking at what kept them living and breathing and functioning as a whole. Or when you spent the last few weeks in the company of the dead.<br/><br/>But those thoughts could be revisited, later. Samantha planted herself in the present, back to the laughing and the shyness as the alcohol was passed from one to the next, filling their heads with a warm haze. Since her turn was over, she happily grabbed a lime wedge and sucked on it, savoring the fresh citrus which was such a rare treat.<br/><br/>“I lived on earth only for a few years,” she told the Jay while her eyes were focused on Mary and Rue. “We had lemon and lime trees growing in our back yard. I only have one clear memory of that place, and it was sitting in the grass out under the sun, drinking fresh lemonade.” Her teeth tore at the pulp remaining on her slice, tart and refreshing, even as it made the inside of her cheeks tingle. “That’s one positive thing to be said about this venture, I suppose. The council stocked up this ship like they were trying to impress someone. Fresh fruit,<em>real</em>meat…” She felt a little guilty about the indulgences… but only a little. It would be good for everyone’s morale at least.