Dr. Fernando Morales (abitdifferent) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2020-03-15 16:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !open, [plot] au 3, ~2020 march, ~~emma alonso (chosenwitch), ~~fernando morales (abitdifferent) |
Who: Fernando Morales Hugh and Open
What: Assessing the town
When: Sunday afternoon
Where: Starbucks
Warnings: Picard spoilers
Status: Open/On-going
Hugh didn't know what was going on, but honestly? That wasn't much of a stretch in his life. He'd spent a good couple years not really knowing or understanding what was going on, the curse of regaining his individuality. He was grateful to Picard and the others for that, he would never claim otherwise, but in a lot of ways? Those first couple post-Borg years had been the hardest.
Life had always been hard, though, and that was the one thing he missed about those years -- the unawareness of how difficult life was, the ability to just push through no matter what. He recoiled at the mere thought of ever ending up like that again, but he'd long since stopped feeling any sort of guilt over the one thing he missed. He'd become quite the realist over the decades, even moreso since becoming Executive Director; on the worst days, in those moments before sleep claimed him -- and sleep was also still strange even after so long -- that was when the stress attacked him the hardest, when the awareness of what he was really doing was sharpest.
He felt that almost nobody would blame him for missing the one part that might've helped him get through things lately. But he was also resilient, and he'd fought for every bit of freedom he had. Just like he fought for every bit of good he could do for his fellow xBs. Wasn't always much, but still.
He'd spent the better part of two days trying to understand the town, had started with the apartment he'd woken up in. Hugh didn't know who the man was, but investigation of the apartment combined with looking at the network quickly told him that Dr. Morales was an intelligent, compassionate man that he could have gotten along with quite well. Just one more piece of a very confusing puzzle.
The third day of his explorations had brought him to Starbucks. He didn't know how good he was with people, exactly, but he was at watching them. Sizing them up. Assessing weaknesses. It wasn't something that he liked about himself, but it was something he'd accepted. And as he sat there, quietly nursing a cup of coffee and watching the other patrons, it was something he wondered if he'd ever shake.