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come_sailaway2024-01-06 10:14 am
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FOUL TARNISHED
Who: Eleanor, Ruby, Dimitri, Dedue, and YOU
What: Eleanor took a very shitty vacation and now she's back
When: Just Before The Mini-Event
Where: Muster Drill, Locker Room, Wherever Her Swains End Up Being
Warnings: Shock & trauma, possible violence
Thy Armor Reeks Of Death | Muster Drill
It takes a moment for Eleanor to realize she's back on the ship, in no small part because she is, you see, in Nepeta's fucking cabin. She rolls off of the bed immediately, a process which might make some noise, hastily looks around, and then teleports out.
This is the cabin hall. Right. She'll just -
- She'll just -
"God damn it," Eleanor whispers, in a voice that has not said anything aloud for some time. Fine. She'll get this over with. A series of chain teleports brings her to the muster drill. You might catch this seemingly new knight as she flashes through the ship in perhaps-familiar clouds of purple, but if you're the kinda person who checks the muster drill then it'll be easiest to catch her there.
It Hath Not Been Washed In Many Moons | Locker Room
Immediately following the muster drill comes a challenge greater than almost any Eleanor has ever known: getting out of the fucking armor. She hasn't had to do this in...
...She wasn't counting. But it's been awhile, and it is at this point that she's learning there may have been downsides in asking, as a random, nonspecific example, a puckish blind grandma to summon armor wrapped in thorns around Eleanor's body. The barbs bite into her flesh through gaps in her gloves the first time she tries to do anything, drawing out a hiss of pain.
If you're anywhere near the locker room, this process is extremely noisy, but Eleanor herself is quite quiet. She hasn't talked in awhile. Not in a long, long while.
Value Your Life | Somewhere | Closed to Dedue, Dimitri, and Ruby
Once she's nebulously free, has managed to shower vigorously, and secured new clothing from Tommy Bahama (her previous outfit she hurls into the sea; the armor has annihilated it), Eleanor holes herself up at the highest point she can find and sends a group text to Dedue, Dimitri, and Ruby. Thank God for that function of these devices...and that she remembers how to use them.
My Loves,
I do not know how I came to leave, or why; I know less about how I got to where I went, which was further from my home than even this place, and of a more fantastic and cruel brand of misery, want, and isolation. But I have returned, to beg your forgiveness for my absence, and in the hopes that I might see your faces again. I am not as I once was...the battle has been long and full of horrors, and even now I am avoiding the society of others out of a nameless dread of the dance of polite manners and courtesies, and questions I would rather not answer to those who dwell not within the halls of my heart. There are those on this ship who would receive violence to the very reasonable question of 'what happened to you', and it is not my wish to be party to such an injustice simply because I am unwell.
To this end I would like to see each of you again, preferably one at a time. I do not trust myself not to break down or flee if confronted with all of you, and for this I can only beg your further pity. The journey has been long. It has been so long.
Love,
Eleanor Lamb-Delta
No "Big Sister" this time. She always signs off with that...
What: Eleanor took a very shitty vacation and now she's back
When: Just Before The Mini-Event
Where: Muster Drill, Locker Room, Wherever Her Swains End Up Being
Warnings: Shock & trauma, possible violence
Thy Armor Reeks Of Death | Muster Drill
It takes a moment for Eleanor to realize she's back on the ship, in no small part because she is, you see, in Nepeta's fucking cabin. She rolls off of the bed immediately, a process which might make some noise, hastily looks around, and then teleports out.
This is the cabin hall. Right. She'll just -
- She'll just -
"God damn it," Eleanor whispers, in a voice that has not said anything aloud for some time. Fine. She'll get this over with. A series of chain teleports brings her to the muster drill. You might catch this seemingly new knight as she flashes through the ship in perhaps-familiar clouds of purple, but if you're the kinda person who checks the muster drill then it'll be easiest to catch her there.
It Hath Not Been Washed In Many Moons | Locker Room
Immediately following the muster drill comes a challenge greater than almost any Eleanor has ever known: getting out of the fucking armor. She hasn't had to do this in...
...She wasn't counting. But it's been awhile, and it is at this point that she's learning there may have been downsides in asking, as a random, nonspecific example, a puckish blind grandma to summon armor wrapped in thorns around Eleanor's body. The barbs bite into her flesh through gaps in her gloves the first time she tries to do anything, drawing out a hiss of pain.
If you're anywhere near the locker room, this process is extremely noisy, but Eleanor herself is quite quiet. She hasn't talked in awhile. Not in a long, long while.
Value Your Life | Somewhere | Closed to Dedue, Dimitri, and Ruby
Once she's nebulously free, has managed to shower vigorously, and secured new clothing from Tommy Bahama (her previous outfit she hurls into the sea; the armor has annihilated it), Eleanor holes herself up at the highest point she can find and sends a group text to Dedue, Dimitri, and Ruby. Thank God for that function of these devices...and that she remembers how to use them.
My Loves,
I do not know how I came to leave, or why; I know less about how I got to where I went, which was further from my home than even this place, and of a more fantastic and cruel brand of misery, want, and isolation. But I have returned, to beg your forgiveness for my absence, and in the hopes that I might see your faces again. I am not as I once was...the battle has been long and full of horrors, and even now I am avoiding the society of others out of a nameless dread of the dance of polite manners and courtesies, and questions I would rather not answer to those who dwell not within the halls of my heart. There are those on this ship who would receive violence to the very reasonable question of 'what happened to you', and it is not my wish to be party to such an injustice simply because I am unwell.
To this end I would like to see each of you again, preferably one at a time. I do not trust myself not to break down or flee if confronted with all of you, and for this I can only beg your further pity. The journey has been long. It has been so long.
Love,
Eleanor Lamb-Delta
No "Big Sister" this time. She always signs off with that...
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This is a really bad time not to feel like her room is safe...
There's a pillow pit now? Off the spa. I can put a sign on the door.
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She'll arrive in about ten minutes. She's already near the spa; Eleanor wants time for Ruby to set up. When she walks in Eleanor is wearing far less layers than she usually does, and sports new scars; burns and cuts on her bare arms, joining the surgical scars and needle tracks from EVE hypos. Her hair has gotten longer, and is unbrushed; despite her recent shower, Eleanor has been sweating, and she looks anxious as she searches for Ruby.
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It's only upon seeing her that Ruby finds herself fully believing it—so many tricks, lately, so many mind games—but as soon as she does the girl in the pillow pit becomes a flurry of petals to reform in front of Eleanor, hands reaching up for her face.
"You're really you, you're— did you go home?" Get more memories may be more accurate for how it all works, she supposes, but she doesn't care for accuracy much right now.
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She's shaking beneath Ruby's fingers, and she shakes her head in answer. Speaking takes a bit longer, her throat working as Eleanor tries to remember how to just Talk.
"Not home. Somewhere else. Somewhere very far away, where things...things..." A shaky breath.
A crushing hug. "I missed you so much," she whispers. "All of you. I. I have so much to. It's all insane but I should probably explain getting weird god-married on accident, if. If I even can. I didn't mean to is the important part."
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Ruby doesn't so much as flinch—even if she thought Eleanor would follow through on the startled reflex, she has her Aura. The same can't be said for the involuntary wheeze when her lungs and ribs get flexed beyond their ideal limits, but she squeezes back all the same.
"...I missed you too."
Not home, but still new memories from somewhere. Being kidnapped to other universes isn't unheard of around here, but it's still not what she'd expect.
"I— god-married?"
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Writing challenge: explain an extremely emotional plot point badly.
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"Oh." That actually raises far more questions than it answers, once again, but Ruby doesn't even begin to know how to ask them. "Well, uh— I-I mean it was an accident and it probably doesn't super matter now you're in a whole other universe again? So, it's okay."
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Ruby squeezes her as tight as she can muster. "You've got nothing to be sorry for. Whatever this was— it was out of your control, and you're here now. And you didn't even manage to turn back up when three-quarters of the ship wasn't even here, which is nice..."
She can't imagine how disorienting turning up in the three weeks most people weren't even here would have been.
"...you wanna sit down?"