Who: Sweney, young Jack, young Harkin, and OTA
Where: Around the ship
When: During the Retrospect flood
What: Actual childhood(s)
Warnings: Child soldiers, war/horror themes

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A freckled face is turning up in all sorts of places, but the crop of red hair narrows down the potential passenger it belongs to. Though not specifically Irish, there’s a small list in his accent that seems distantly related. Dressed in denim overalls and a flannel shirt, he’s endlessly curious and full of warm smiles; never too shy about interjecting himself, but always making the effort to do it politely.

Jack spends most of his time in the Greenhouse, delighted by all of the plants, strange and familiar. He has a weakness for the nice hill with all the flowers, nearly disappearing in the long grass when he lays down. He’s also fond of the fruit tree across the path, and is often perched up in the branches with a fresh snack in hand.

His appetite seems endless, as it should be for a growing corn-fed boy, and he’s regularly in the Dining Hall, sneaking some more grub.

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Harkin’s demeanor stands in contrast; he’s reserved, with keen eyes that don’t tend to blink much. His hair is more auburn, and smiles are scarce, at best. He wears a fitted uniform of a foreign police state, and though he’s barely twelve, he carries both a knife and rifle, unwilling to surrender either.

He wanders the halls, like he’s on patrol, but can often be found on the Deck, staring at the stars. One of the few things that makes him soften is a trip to the Kennels; who can resist the wag of a dog’s tail?

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Sweeney isn’t sure what to make of all this, but it doesn’t seem to stress him as much as he would normally expect. He likes kids, at the end of the day, so he tends to be a sucker when they come around. That said, there are other folk about, as well, and those meetings can be far more frustrating, and leave him with the potential for a sour mood.