sometimes i think about what my old rp accounts are doing
eros is in the user world now. he can't go back to the grid because he's a wanted man. but here there are so many different "others" that a man who specialized in non-Basic recompiling is going to have the time of his life. learning xenobiology and xenomedicine is just one step back into his old identity, before everything had gone sour. and it's good to be with george, someone who understands him so well. it's good to have someone who won't take his crap any more than he'll take that someone's.
orianna is off learning everything she's ever wanted to learn. she's a massive repository of information who still treats everything like sudden news. the scars on her chest and her arm don't ache as much, and she's gone and covered the space they once took up with daisies, red and white, and little forget-me-not blossoms, so she can carry her garden around with her and not feel so scared in public when she wears summer clothing.
jarvis is puttering along, maintaining order in an ever growing system of computers and building himself drones that will keep that order going. he has a small cold that he's never spotted the source of, but lexa's presence is a comfort that he'll never question.
