Give A Bitch A Break [October Open]

[crushed_pearls]

Who: Erin Peters and YOU
What: AAAAAAAAA
When: Mid October Forward
Where: Library, Bobby's, possibly elsewhere
Warnings: Tiamat fallout, suicide discussion, depression & stress


There Is No Silver Bullet [Closed To Valdis | Library]

Finding Erin won't be hard, once Valdis is herself again; she's the only soul on the ship currently meditating into a killing trance, a state of no-mind she's hoping will be effective against Tiamat. She's...

Having obstacles. Intrusive thoughts, feelings, anxieties, these impede her meditation, but she's getting there. This has gone on long enough.

Maybe tell her the good news?

Grade A Hypocrisy [Library | After the Previous]

Erin keeps coming to the library to read, on the theory that she's definitely not isolating, look, it's a public space. What actually keeps happening is she gets three chapters in and passes out, drooling on the comfy chair. Coffee? No help. Tea? No help. Turning into a toy robot? The toy robot snores and turns back into Erin after an hour, leaving her sprawled on the table.

The Smoking Prompt [Bobby B's]

I'm writing this on a phone, Erin smokes multiple times a day, find her here. She's still drinking pretty heavily too.

Wildcard

It warm in Hell.

Comments

[kingoftheanthill]

"Yeah, that was probably it!" says Victor, who has no idea and doesn't get the joke but wants to sound smart and informed.

"Flan's co-worker too!" Just in case Erin needed an idea of where the energy might have come from. "I'm really hoping more people will come and hang out as well!" Called to the ceiling as if the Erda is up there listening like Monty Python's God: "The library could use an Elliott!"

[crushed_pearls]

"Psst, be more specific, describe Elliot."

[kingoftheanthill]

"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," says Victor, searching for the perfect words to encapsulate Eliott.

"They like quiet in the library, and word salad, and me! They dislike termites and that one guy who keeps returning the books late or with monster bites or with pages burnt out. Sometimes they let me run up and down inside their legs on the elastic!"

[crushed_pearls]

"Sounds like a hell of a friend, this Ieliod," Erin muses. "But can they match me offering...table time?"

[kingoftheanthill]

A soft gasp of awe.

"Are you... are you offering table time?"

[crushed_pearls]

"Rise up, king. Claim the table as your own."

Erin sweetens the pot, literally, via the power of not Laffy Taffy, but gummy Jolly Ranchers.