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come_sailaway2022-08-25 01:01 am
lenivy) wrote in come_sailaway2022-08-25 01:01 am
Room service [OPEN]
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!"
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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He bounces on the balls of his feet, holding his hands behind his back. Just bright and cheerful boy scout pleasantness. (He was definitely never a boy scout.)
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Weird. Kind. Suspicious. Admirable. Useful. ...not something she knows entirely what to make of in this moment, after speed-running on easy mode through so many trust issues. It's the sort of thing one'd expect from a friend, sure (and reminds her of one) but not someone just randomly showing up outside your door.
But, looking the gift horse deep in the mouth doesn't equate to taking the saddle off and putting it out to pasture.
"...okay. Then yeah, sure. I could use more Tylenol, and maybe an ice pack."
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"Sure. No snacks while I'm at it?" he inquires. She is holding herself kind of stiffly, so maybe she wouldn't want to head out for that stuff.
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Snacks, though? Clarke's an end of the world apocalypse sort of gal; lived off hydroponic-grown protein supplements in space, and undercooked panther meat on Earth. Had refused to eat anything other than prepackaged peanuts for the first month on board the ship and still looks at the free-floating meal trays in the cafeterias with a side eye to this day. Food hadn't even crossed her mind, honestly sounds awful but... no sense in starving.
"Beef jerky and a chocolate bar."