WEEK 6 - Investigation

[al2955]

the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (6)

friday (?) survivors Friday comes, and with it, another alarm. At 10:00 AM, a chaotic, dark song plays, more explicitly sinister in tone than previous alarms. As usual, it refuses to stop until you exit your room. The atmosphere seems to change as soon as you open your door, as if you have been left out of something cataclysmic; you feel compelled to explore. Tentatively, you leave your safe haven. taken list profiles setting rulebook ENTER COMMAND_

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11?? ish???? and on, viewport

[socloverit]

[so. here's Clover.

Frankenstein and/or Machias are probably hovering in the vicinity at least until someone better equipped to deal with teenage girl feelings shows up, but here's Clover, curled into the side of one couch, arms wrapped around herself, bandaged with strips of fabric, and absolutely covered in blood still.

But. She's alive. It might not be easy to tell, she's so still, so completely quiet—but she's alive.

She won't be moving until someone moves her, so if anyone needs the surviving Field today, she probably won't be hard to find.]

[thanatosincarnate]

{ 'Need'... Arumat hardly required any need for anyone on this entire ship in the majority of his duration of his forced stay on the vessel. Or so he would claim -- if anything, he was waiting for Machias as well as Frankenstein to finish with Clover for much more simpler reasons. After all, he had heard she was injured, and his mind had connected the dots due to the weapon that was used, it was easily concluded there weren't very light injuries.

Nevermind the fact he had the propensity to linger in the viewport himself-- and yet, from whence he stepped into the area he could spot her current state. The air of despair and grief was almost palpable, as the feelings behind the pink-haired woman's purposeful still state did not escape him.

The Eldarian warrior does not bother presenting forth an inquiry of Are you alright?. After all, that would be useless when it was apparent -- her state. }

Clover. You did not have the chance to obtain another set of clothing?

[socloverit]

[Oh. Well. She'd been trying not to think about that. She draws her knees in a little closer to her at the question, grips her arms a little tighter, and the realization that she's only smearing the blood comes so viscerally that she jolts and lets go of herself, arms crossed to hover in front of her in her determination not to let them touch any part of her.]

Ev-everything... [Her voice shouldn't be so quiet, shouldn't shake so fiercely; there's none of her usual pep or feist at all.] ...all my stuff is...is in Light's room...

[They're handprint locked. There's no way for her to get in.]

[thanatosincarnate]

{ Arumat's eyes are focused upon her person, only as need be by what was dictated due to status quo, although also in a more subtle, observational manner to make sure he was ready to act should her injuries encumber her unto unconsciousness. Luckily, this does not seem to be the case for now. }

It may not comfort you much, but I will see to making sure your items are obtained.

{ He does not know how to offer words of comfort for loss so he focuses on something more practical; if anything he vaguely hopes that someone could do so in his place. }

[socloverit]

[The words don't really mean anything right now when she's still swallowed up by grief. They might when there's something tangible to go with them, when she sees that he's brought everything—right now, she can't imagine why he would bother, she can't see anything in the world worth the effort because her brother is gone, so what does anything else matter?—but the way she nods now without her expression changing at all makes it clear that the words are just air to her right now.]

Re: 11?? ish???? and on, viewport

[tacklefordwhimsy]

[Shelley didn't know until three weeks ago that she was actually well equipped to deal with teenage girl feelings, but it's still a foreign concept for her. Still, she has to try, right? Clover...poor girl, this is so obviously tough for her.

Shelley approaches with a glass of juice]

Clover, uuuh...here. You should drink something...

[She's fully expecting a rejection]

[socloverit]

[At least she doesn't reject it immediately? But yeah, Clover glances up at the juice and there's the briefest flicker of confusion in her expression, small and slight against how crushingly empty everything else about her is.]

...It's fine. [She struggles just to speak loudly enough to be heard; Shelley's going to have to focus.] I don't need anything.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[Adrien's been waiting for the okay on Clover's health and set up things in the hopes that she'd be-- physically fine, if nothing else. It's way harder to remember all of that when he sees her like this, though.

He makes sure not to sneak up on her, arriving from the front, and kneels in front of her, putting a tentative hand on her knee.]

Hey. I... Marinette lent me a change of clothes for you, if you want it. [well that's not what he meant to say first, though it's true, but he realized he was halfway through saying "I'm sorry" and that never helped him, so it definitely won't help Clover. he can blame himself on his own time!!] We can get you cleaned up and ... you can stay with us tonight, if you want. My room's always open to you.

[it's an offer because he doesn't want to force her, and it's "us" because Marinette immediately agreed, but he's also not going to let her hang out on the couch forever either]

[missmaladroite]

[Marinette's lingering behind Adrien, fidgeting and even more awkward than he is. She keeps a bit of distance between the two so she doesn't crowd Clover, but she's also crouching nearby.]

Right. I.... I can help you clean up a little bit, and I have a lot of clothes you can wear..

[socloverit]

[It's a small miracle that Clover actually lifts her head to look at Adrien, then to Marinette—and then she's starting down at nothing again. No one should have to take care of her, she shouldn't have to rely on anyone but her brother. It's always been that way. It should still be that way.

But even if she can't find it in her to admit it, and even if she would just hang out on the couch forever if no one stopped her, she doesn't want to be alone.]

...I...I'd... [It takes so much effort just to speak that she can barely manage to even be heard. She sniffs, takes a slow breath in.] ...I'd really like a change of clothes.

[That's about as much as she can manage as far as asking for help goes.]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

Well, we've got it. [he gets up, carefully, holding a hand out to her so he can help her up. he'll carry her if he has to >:c] Just come with us, alright? We'll take care of you.

[physically, at least, because adrien has no clue what to do about her emotional state]

[missmaladroite]

Of course. And--- if there's something you like, or want to wear, just tell me. I'll make it for you. [she's babbling like an idiot because she has no idea what to do in this situation]

[But Marinette's also going to help steady her when/if she climbs to her feet.]

--Right. Whatever you need, we're here for you.