Room service [OPEN]

[lenivy]

CHARACTERS: Dylan & OPEN
DATE: A day or two post-event
LOCATION: Cabins
SITUATION: Dylan finds out about the event, and goes door to door to see if anyone needs anything
WARNINGS: TBA


1. [LOCKED TO JINX]

Dylan is blissfully unaware of what's been going on. Well, blissful might be a stretch for the status quo aboard this ship, but unburdened, at the very least.

He'd gone to the thing, had a poke about, had some food, and then decided it wasn't actually that interesting. For one thing, he doesn't know how to drive. (Although he absolutely had tried to anyway.) He's not a big fan of deserts though. Too much of a East coast kid, maybe. And the vintage thing was cute, but got boring.

So when he goes to visit his buddy Jinx, it's not out of worry or anything. It's just cause he wants to hang out.

"Hey, it's Dylan," he calls after knocking on Jinx's door.




2. [OPEN]

Dylan has met a fair amount of people, but most of them he doesn't have any way of contacting, not knowing their room numbers. And he has no idea who's hurt and who's fine and who's probably deeply traumatised.

But he wants to help.

He's not usually that much of a charity person. Maybe he feels guilty for not being there. Maybe he's bored. Maybe helping others is a good distraction from his own frustration and creeping depression. Probably all of the above.

So he goes door to door, seeing if anyone's hurt and whether they need him to bring them some food or entertainment or whatever. Or company, if they ask for it, but mostly his intention is practical.

He knocks. "Room service!"

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[lenivy]

UHHHH.

Dylan looks completely confused. And a bit worried now. The hug had been a bit strange, but if she'd just been perky as usual afterwards, he probably would've shrugged it off. (Although probably kept a slightly closer eye on her, given recent stuff she's been going through.)

But this was definitely not what he expected.

"Wait, for real?"

[opheliac]

Yeah. It... actually, come inside.

(not that it's a secret this situation happened or anything. a lot of people were involved during the excursion but it'll just be a little weird talking at the door way if their neighbors are trying to sleep or not want to hear chatter.

pulling away from the hug now, she guides inside to sit on the couch.)

There was this new place that came up. With the desert and diner and all that? Did you stopped by there at all?

[lenivy]

Okay, well, the event wasn't boring then, but he's pretty glad he missed the excitement! He's had enough fighting for his life, chased by supernatural creatures.

He expects her to move quicker than she does, since she's usually quite speedy and bouncy, so when she turns and walks all careful, he almost trips over her hair. Is she okay? She doesn't look hurt, but she's kinda moving like she is.

Also, jeez, her hair is long. Don't mind him, he's just going to gently grab that ponytail halfway down and carry it as if he's carrying the ends of a bridal veil or something.

"Yeah, I popped by," he answers. "It wasn't that interesting. Well, when I was there."

[opheliac]

(she appreciates the hair help, really. jinx will never cut it because it's way too beautiful but damn it's a pain in the ass a lot of times. carefully, she takes a seat on the couch -- scooting over so he can sit by her.)

Yeah, I thought the same thing. Then the clouds got all weird and the cars disappeared. The Cap showed up and wanted a race with his car. Said if he won it, we would all die. But if he lost, we get to live. — But the race was to drive off the cliff and Skelly decided to take the heat of it.

Even then, I thought it wasn't that big of a deal?

(she slouches a little on the couch; trying to get more comfortable.)

Some of us followed after to see who won and they both died. But then... the Cap burst into flames? Turned into some kind of... "thing". I dunno what it was. A kid or somethin'? Anyway, he told us to run 'cuz he wanted to play a game of tag and when we got back... there were those zombie things everywhere.

[lenivy]

Dylan gently arranges her hair on the back of the couch so she doesn't sit on it. Then he sits next to her, slightly sideways and resting his arm on the back of the couch, so he can face her. He rests his knees slightly against her legs, just that casual but comforting physical closeness.

He listens quietly, suppressing the urge to interrupt with exclamations or questions.

"...That's fucked up," he says finally, once she's finished. "Are you okay?"

[opheliac]

Yeah but no?? I'm pretty pissed. But more on myself than anythin'. (she combs her fingers through her bangs.) — I had all of my weapons with me. And yet I couldn't... save anyone. I should had tried harder or shouldn't had been so stupid and not train for this.

[lenivy]

"...Train? For zombies?" he asks, incredulous. "You can't expect yourself to save people from..."

He falters a little. "...I dunno, from weird shit like that."

Whoops, got a little too real suddenly. He hasn't told her details, but he has admitted that his friends were killed, with the implication it was from werewolves, so. She can probably guess what that pause was about.

[opheliac]

But I'm a fighter, Dylan! I've been a weapon for years and I should had been on top of this.

(she pulls her legs up on the couch carefully as she links her arms around them; holding them close.)

It's this place. It's gotten me... weak. Gettin' to know people and livin' so comfortably sorta. Feelin'... normal when I know that I'm not. 'Cuz that's just a recipe for disaster waitin' to happen to go on every day pretending to be what I'm not.

(a beat.)

I just need to stop gettin' distracted and focus only on trainin' and nothing else. And maybe then I won't be so... useless.