So Wake Me When It's Over

[crushed_pearls]

Who: Erin Peters, Close CR, and YOU
What: Aftermath of the excursion and trying to emotionally recover
When: December 27th through first ten days of January or so
Where: Cabin 134, Various
Warnings: Excursion stuff, Lost bullshit, probably talks about sex & relationships



I Wanna Start By Feeling Human [Cabin 134]

Five days Erin stays in her cabin. She's not hiding, exactly; people with whom she has standing appointments get asked if they can reschedule, or move to her room for them (SecUnit in particular is invited for sleep time). The people she suspects might worry about her get a text (I am taking some time to not be around people. My cabin if you need me.) so as not to stress them out further in the aftermath of the excursion.

After the first day, though, in which Erin is essentially a depressed vegetable, a couple specific people get texts.

Ruby

Please tell me you are back up and about. I am in my cabin if you want to talk in person but please at least send a text.

Bash

You alive buddy? You got hit pretty hard. Been worried.

Dimitri

How are you holding up youngblood? Dedue said you got the business something fierce.

Ava

Sincerely sorry to bother you but Undine does not seem to be answering texts and I am very worried. Please tell me that I have just somehow offended her and that she is okay.

Ossie

Did you call your shot on feathers buddy? We need to talk if so. Might also beg you to bring some tea to my cabin in the process.

Fire Won't Scare The Monsters Sober (Tauva, Windjammer + Closed To Siffleur)

Erin tells herself she's going to try to get back into her routine when she emerges. She doesn't. Her feet take her to the Promenade and from there to Tauva, and she spends her days haunting a table, smoking flavored cigars and sometimes dragging ass to the buffet to sustain her mortal form. She's tired. She's so very fucking tired. Appointments to spar or train go unfilled, she doesn't show up for her swim with Helena, barely remembers to go back to the cabin to sleep.

At some point, though, she remembers to take a present with her from her cabin and lurches, like a dead thing, into the Infinite Tommy Bahama with a wreath of leaves and branches clutched to her chest, looking for Siffleur.

Wildcard

As always I'm on Discord if you need me

Comments

Text

[midnightroads]

alive.

What, was she expecting more than that?

Re: Text

[crushed_pearls]

Good. Relieved. If you need me I will be in my cabin. Helena should let you in.

Two minutes.

Bring Irish coffee if you do come I have been drinking only water like an animal.

[midnightroads]

not coming.

[crushed_pearls]

Understandable. My schedule is open if you change your mind. I know you are not the biggest fan of these phones.

[midnightroads]

wats there even to talk about? i didnt stop it. i failed evryone. im weak and dum and uselsss

[crushed_pearls]

You were hardly the only heavy hitter down for the count buddy. People I am scared to fight got taken out in an honest brawl. Beating yourself up about it is a little silly.

[midnightroads]

[There is no response for a few minutes. Then:] ur not scared of fighting me rite? u kno ud win.

[crushed_pearls]

I suspect if you ever had serious reason to hurt me fight would be the wrong word. But you are correct I suspect firmly that I win an honest brawl.

[midnightroads]

ur outsid my perfews. that thing wasnt. it was darknes and death and hate and it was rite where i oughtave been. where my powers sit.

[crushed_pearls]

Even gods lose sometimes. What do you intend to do about it?

[midnightroads]

prolly get drunk.

[crushed_pearls]

Good choice given the circumstances. After?

Can't escape that easy Bash. Even if that statement is concerning in itself -

Wait.

Do me a favor and do not drink alone though.

[midnightroads]

ill drink howver i damn well pleas.

[crushed_pearls]

Of course you will. I am asking not ordering. If you die of alcohol poisoning after you just came back though I will get Sand Dollars turned into a Starbucks.

[midnightroads]

wish u luk with that given how the capten hates u.

Low blow? He's not feeling as kind as usual right now.

[crushed_pearls]

My dude.

[midnightroads]

what

[crushed_pearls]

You know what. I will not repeat my request but you cannot stop me from worrying.

[midnightroads]

ur not leeving ur room. u dont get to worry about me this hard until u do.

[crushed_pearls]

Ninety seconds.

An open-palmed thump on Bash's door. "Alright matron fornicator, I've got my canteen and depression, we're going on a quest for coffee and Kahlua and then back to one of our rooms - and before you answer do keep in mind that locks are a suggestion to me."

Bash, meet Erin; she escalates.

[midnightroads]

Bash answers the door and he is not dressed in the least. It's all hanging out.

Escalation who?

[crushed_pearls]

"...Well I'm not dressing to match."

[midnightroads]

"Then fuck off. I'm not up to pants yet." Hell, she's lucky he stood up to answer the door.

[crushed_pearls]

"And here I thought you were just gonna go in the buff as a power move. I was all ready to call you on it and everything." Erin leans on the doorframe. "Drink of choice?"

[midnightroads]

"Fuck if I know. Rum? Probably should be rum. It's appropriate."

But that's not really a choice. That's just a default. Bash...does not have a preference in alcoholic drinks. Bash does not drink.