Technically, Tannis's clothing and mask qualify. Technically, she's following the rules, so there. She's regally uncomfortable and she looks like it, sticking to the edges of the main room and trying to remember to breathe. To think, she could be all alone designing an experiment, or doing an experiment, or something else for science. Something preferably involving no other people and not even the threat of other people. Sometimes she did miss living by herself on a dig site in the middle of nowhere.
She might be found clinging to a wall, or maybe talking to a fancy chair (they're all so...attractive). She may or may not have a drink, but if she does, she's just holding it, and not actually drinking it. She is certainly not going to muddle herself with alcohol when she might need to flee at any moment.
Peace and Quiet
Eventually, she finds her way into the white room and breathes a sigh of relief--it's so much quieter in here and yes, maybe it's not too much to look at, but after the terror of being in the main room around so many bodies, it's very, very welcome. She can actually relax somewhat in here, even if her clothing isn't exactly comfortable, and she'd still rather be at home. At least there's a place to recuperate.
Maybe she can just get away with staying in here forever. Or at least until everyone else leaves so she can get out without anyone else bothering her, getting into her personal space, god forbid breathing all over her...
No, Patricia, don't think about that now, this is supposed to be the place to calm down.
Patricia Tannis | OTA
Technically, Tannis's clothing and mask qualify. Technically, she's following the rules, so there. She's regally uncomfortable and she looks like it, sticking to the edges of the main room and trying to remember to breathe. To think, she could be all alone designing an experiment, or doing an experiment, or something else for science. Something preferably involving no other people and not even the threat of other people. Sometimes she did miss living by herself on a dig site in the middle of nowhere.
She might be found clinging to a wall, or maybe talking to a fancy chair (they're all so...attractive). She may or may not have a drink, but if she does, she's just holding it, and not actually drinking it. She is certainly not going to muddle herself with alcohol when she might need to flee at any moment.
Peace and Quiet
Eventually, she finds her way into the white room and breathes a sigh of relief--it's so much quieter in here and yes, maybe it's not too much to look at, but after the terror of being in the main room around so many bodies, it's very, very welcome. She can actually relax somewhat in here, even if her clothing isn't exactly comfortable, and she'd still rather be at home. At least there's a place to recuperate.
Maybe she can just get away with staying in here forever. Or at least until everyone else leaves so she can get out without anyone else bothering her, getting into her personal space, god forbid breathing all over her...
No, Patricia, don't think about that now, this is supposed to be the place to calm down.
"How do people manage this?"