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CHARACTERS: All
WHERE: Bearings
WHEN: Day 052
SUMMARY: Aoba's late to get back from the party with intel that may not matter anymore.
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary.
[ Visions of the fund raising party are still in his head, dreamlike as he struggles to wake himself from a heavy sleep. From admist the swirling lights and silken fabrics, there's a sense of urgency. He needs to reconnect. Fragments of memory are flung haphazardly through the network, frantic and scattering. Shards of a broken ice sculpture slide across a ballroom floor, cold, worried.
A string quartet mixes oddly with an off-rhythm beat as his thoughts try settle back into some semblance of order. Thud, thud - his pulse and the threat of a headache mix with the memory of a dreamed up applause in a theater. One not his, but of the man whose mind he entered that night. He had tried to get the information he found out to at least one other host, but there's no recollection of success in his half-awake state.
Finally, a connection is established. A somewhat coherent thought, as he jolts up- ]
Goram Saffit is in contact with H+H1...!
[ He's a little late to leaving the party and joining the current time. A groggy look around his empty room and the pristine state of his bed are a clue. ]
Ugh... I'm afraid to ask, but... how long was I out?
WHERE: Bearings
WHEN: Day 052
SUMMARY: Aoba's late to get back from the party with intel that may not matter anymore.
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary.
[ Visions of the fund raising party are still in his head, dreamlike as he struggles to wake himself from a heavy sleep. From admist the swirling lights and silken fabrics, there's a sense of urgency. He needs to reconnect. Fragments of memory are flung haphazardly through the network, frantic and scattering. Shards of a broken ice sculpture slide across a ballroom floor, cold, worried.
A string quartet mixes oddly with an off-rhythm beat as his thoughts try settle back into some semblance of order. Thud, thud - his pulse and the threat of a headache mix with the memory of a dreamed up applause in a theater. One not his, but of the man whose mind he entered that night. He had tried to get the information he found out to at least one other host, but there's no recollection of success in his half-awake state.
Finally, a connection is established. A somewhat coherent thought, as he jolts up- ]
Goram Saffit is in contact with H+H1...!
[ He's a little late to leaving the party and joining the current time. A groggy look around his empty room and the pristine state of his bed are a clue. ]
Ugh... I'm afraid to ask, but... how long was I out?
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[ He just needs to go outside, though Petre finds something unrelated to accuse him of.
His denial quickly flares to anger, temper beginning to smoke and smolder. Angel isn't here to stamp it out this time. There's an effort beneath his mental voice to keep it calm, level- ]
I can't exactly do that, so... if you're worrying, don't. I've been asleep for a while too, I just need some fresh air.
[ Despite the forced calm, his tone and mood imply his desire to be alone. He needs to grieve in his own way, whether Petre likes it or not, whether he believes it or not.
Perhaps they could cope faster if they allowed themselves to grieve together, but... part of Aoba's denial is rejecting this idea too. ]
no subject
[ An annoyed protest. ]
no subject
[ It's a quick comeback, not very thought out and childish. A stray ember leftover from the flare of his temper. ]