DECEMBER EVENT PART TWO: ALL IS BRIGHT

[sailmods]

[the silence breaks on the 26th much as it did on previous nights, with one huge exception: a sound, discordant and eerie, resounds throughout the resort, coming from seemingly nowhere.

all are free to wake up and exit their rooms; it appears that the party really got started out in the hallway. a few might find that they’ve woken up alone, despite not falling asleep that way. I’m sure it’s fine.

unless you're waking up with the newlyweds or in teen cabin. for now, they just need to open their eyes.]

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[cacophonish]

Jeff isn't feeling sociable, for... obvious reasons, but he's around! He's a card carrying member of Club Useless.

So basically you can find him curled up on the kitchen floor, under a bunch of blankets, disassociating.

[maximumcake]

Max is mostly letting Jeff be, because he'd probably be in the same state if their positions were reversed. But he can't just do nothing, either. So, once the soup has simmered long enough, he ladles out a small bowl of it and carries it over to Jeff, kneeling down as he offers it out to the heap of blankets.

"Hey, Jeff? I'm going to leave this soup here for you, okay? I know eating is probably the last thing you feel like doing but try a little for me, please? Bash wouldn't want you to neglect yourself."

[cacophonish]

"...not hungry..." the blankets murmur. But, Max makes a compelling point, and the soup does smell good. After a few beats, Jeff will slowly poke his head out.

"What kind of soup is it?"

[maximumcake]

"Chicken noodle and I made the noodles myself," he says, resisting the urge to bend down and gently kiss the top of Jeff's head. "It's easy on the stomach. Just try a few bites."

[serialskiller]

At some point another, heavier blanket is added to the pile, which smells faintly of lavender and chamomile.

[cacophonish]

This blanket is soothing and very much appreciated.

"Thanks," comes Jeff's voice, muffled from his cozy cocoon.

[serialskiller]

"You're welcome. I have your back. You can relax, as much as you're able to, here."

Its voice is low, and if there is emotion in it, it's muted, mostly hidden.

cw reference to drugs/intoxication

[cacophonish]

What he wouldn't give for something to help him relax, like... pills and an entire bottle of liquor. Just bring on blackout oblivion.

"Everything hurts."

In, like, his heart.

[serialskiller]

"I don't know how to help with that." It bends down into a crouch beside the blanket pile so it can speak more quietly. Gently. "I'm sorry."

It doesn't know how to bring comfort, and in this situation, it's not even sure it can offer security. It's here, and that's all it can be in this moment. And there's no way--it knows there's no way that's enough. It's felt helpless before, but somehow this is worse.