Who: Old!Cassian and not-quite-as-old!Bucklet Where: The park What: Random encounter When: Monday afternoon Rating: Low Open: Ask first Status: Threaded scene, in progress
Cassian had arranged to pick up a bag lunch from Isabel and came up to the park level to enjoy the greenery and read for a while. It took some time: old wounds and old age had taken their toll on his body and he wasn't as fast as he used to be.
Much had changed in the fifty years since he'd arrived at the station, many of the modifications he was used to hadn't even been thought of yet let alone built. And the population was smaller, the station quieter as a result. But his favorite spot to sit and read or think was still intact, and he settled onto the bench with a quiet sigh of relief.
The old intelligence officer unwrapped his sandwich and opened his book to read while he ate.