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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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He wraps his arm around Eleanor's back, taking as much weight as she wants to lean on him. The smile he returns is shining, sincere. "Would you like help, or should I stand guard?"
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