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voidtreckerexpress2020-08-02 09:15 am
unfavorableinstigation) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2020-08-02 09:15 am
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take.
Who: Nita and YOU. Preferably close CR, but anyone can stop by.
Where: Quiet Car, second floor, a room near the front of the carriage.
When: Middle half of Grasshopper; post-platform, pre-event.
What: A(n ex-) wizard retreats. Some may come to reprimand, some to console, some just to find out WTF happened.
Warnings: ... Discussion of what's basically psychic assault in this log, folks. Mind your headspace!
After the platform, Nita retreated into herself. That was the best way to describe it; she could not be 'booked' in one of these rooms the same way she could have been in the Medical Car, but she spent as much time as she could in just the one room, not speaking unless spoken to, not leaving except to go to the restroom or fetch another journal.
No matter when one arrived to check on her, she would be either resting - staring off into space more than actually sleeping - or writing.
Some of the words were crossed out, as if she had had a tough time finding the right ones, but the writing looked to be formal in nature. A report. And, most notably, it was in English, not the alien curves of the Speech.
If she had to live with her actions, Nita figured, the least she could do was explain them - and explain why they were wrong.
Mostly, though, what encompassed her mind was the emptiness of it all. She couldn't even be angry now.
Fitting.
Where: Quiet Car, second floor, a room near the front of the carriage.
When: Middle half of Grasshopper; post-platform, pre-event.
What: A(n ex-) wizard retreats. Some may come to reprimand, some to console, some just to find out WTF happened.
Warnings: ... Discussion of what's basically psychic assault in this log, folks. Mind your headspace!
After the platform, Nita retreated into herself. That was the best way to describe it; she could not be 'booked' in one of these rooms the same way she could have been in the Medical Car, but she spent as much time as she could in just the one room, not speaking unless spoken to, not leaving except to go to the restroom or fetch another journal.
No matter when one arrived to check on her, she would be either resting - staring off into space more than actually sleeping - or writing.
Some of the words were crossed out, as if she had had a tough time finding the right ones, but the writing looked to be formal in nature. A report. And, most notably, it was in English, not the alien curves of the Speech.
If she had to live with her actions, Nita figured, the least she could do was explain them - and explain why they were wrong.
Mostly, though, what encompassed her mind was the emptiness of it all. She couldn't even be angry now.
Fitting.
Should this one be wrapped soon?
Nita sounded sad at the idea, because:
"Never know who's going to leave, either. But, yes, that's S'reee," she said, recovering somewhat.
"Have you talked to her, yet?"
More than the usual passing-in-the-hall greeting, anyway.
Sure, we can. One or two more tags should do it. :3
"No I haven't talked to her yet. Haven't really had reason to. And I'm honestly not sure what I'd talk abut, other than the fact that there was a flying whale back in Diatu too, except he was a familiar- basically a magical pet- belonging to a friend of mine, and that might come off as weird."
\o/
"Not an academy, though, but there likely were schools in whatever-that-place-was-called where she ended up."
She looked a bit sheepish at her own lack of recollection - doubtless the name would come back to her later.
And one more ought to do it. :3
"Anyway, since you've been cooped up in here writing, how about I catch you up on what's been going on the past few days while you eat?"
Wrap it is! \o/
And Nita smiled - a wry one, but a smile all the same.
"That sounds like a plan, Lea."
It'd be a very filling conversation.