<strong>Name</strong>: Eben Black<br/><strong>Rank</strong>: Engineer<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Cryo-Hold -> Canteen<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: ///<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Ah," Eben muttered, pushing his back against the wall and slowly raising himself up after Captain Peter Simon had left, "the friendly face of corporate imperialism as ever, captain." He certainly hadn't been fond of the captain himself, but he had hoped for a bit more tact at the least. Raising his eyebrows at the man who'd taken clear joy in banging his face in on the floor, Eben shrugged and decided everyone had their quirks-- though he did wonder if he realized there was a purple dragon riding draped over his shoulders. Slowly, Eben groped along the wall of the Cryo-Bay and out the door down to the canteen. In his dilerium he flashed between thinking he was quite full and tasting maple syrup and utterly famished, but the drive to get something in his stomach seemed to over ride the temporary madness in a rare exception of clairvoyance.<br/><br/>Colors turned from chrome to a strange, exotic pallet as he entered the dining hall-- his fellows appeared almost as they would looking at them through thermal goggles but with far more definition and illogical placement of colors. Paying them as little mind as possible, he prepared some toast with peanut butter and munched hungrily. His compatriots hardly seemed happier to be there than he was, but then, a happy person found just out of Cryo-sleep was absurd.<br/><br/>Perhaps this is why his ridiculous grin looked out of place, but he couldn't help but smile at the butterflies as they came out from under the tables; their coloration was simply too brilliant. On some level he was aware that he was hallucinating, but until they had passed in about half an hour he wouldn't quite be himself.