[ And one of Parker's favourite things about Concordia so far is the fact that it's big and you can avoid everyone if you're smart. It's not like that creepy space ship. She has never dealt well in being stuck in a confined space. Or, rather, she knows how to handle it (considering her experience in prison and solitary confinement, she ought to know how to handle it or she would have gone insane so far), she likes the open space too much.
However, even in a place as big as Concordia, you are bound to stumble on a familiar face. Partially because that's just how things are, and partially because there are things in their heads that unconsciously draw them to each other. Parker has been practicing in silencing that voice, in muting the need to be tugged near. But it's not perfect yet, far from it. But she knows to be better is to sit in the middle of them. She avoids everyone, but sometimes she goes around and sits quietly. Tries to feel that invisible tug. Like an urge to go to a place. And then she practices it in suppressing it, in refusing and starving whatever is trying to tell her to go - because it's not her, it's not, regardless of how much it feels like instinct.
It's why she's in Subspace. She is simply sitting at a table near a pub-like restaurant, under a colourful structure. Arms crossed over the table as she scans the bazaar around her. She has that necessity, suddenly, to get up, get some food. But she has just eaten, and so she knows-- this is not her. So she focuses in trying to pinpoint the source inside of her, and strangling it out of her mind. ]
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However, even in a place as big as Concordia, you are bound to stumble on a familiar face. Partially because that's just how things are, and partially because there are things in their heads that unconsciously draw them to each other. Parker has been practicing in silencing that voice, in muting the need to be tugged near. But it's not perfect yet, far from it. But she knows to be better is to sit in the middle of them. She avoids everyone, but sometimes she goes around and sits quietly. Tries to feel that invisible tug. Like an urge to go to a place. And then she practices it in suppressing it, in refusing and starving whatever is trying to tell her to go - because it's not her, it's not, regardless of how much it feels like instinct.
It's why she's in Subspace. She is simply sitting at a table near a pub-like restaurant, under a colourful structure. Arms crossed over the table as she scans the bazaar around her. She has that necessity, suddenly, to get up, get some food. But she has just eaten, and so she knows-- this is not her. So she focuses in trying to pinpoint the source inside of her, and strangling it out of her mind. ]