when were you happy? (open)

[travailed]

CHARACTERS: Beth and YOU
WHERE: here there and everywhere
WHEN: any day and every day
SUMMARY: open prompts for downtime. if you'd like something specific hit me up at pineappamatic!
WARNINGS: N/A! will update as necessary


i. hello, it's me

[Beth doesn't like the sensation of the mental link, like a lot of people. She feels like it's been enough time that she should be used to it by now, but she isn't. She doesn't mind people seeing into her head, though, as much as she feels like she's infringing on others' boundaries, or inflicting the tangled mess of her mind on them.

So, she's making a point to meet and get to know everyone. Really get to know them, the old fashioned way. Where people reveal information about themselves as they feel comfortable.

It's kind of a tall order, but she's trying.

It could be anywhere: in the rec wing or the nesting deck or just in a hallway. The ice doesn't need to be broken first, either; if Beth makes eye contact with a stranger long enough, she'll muster up the courage to break it herself, stepping forward enough to catch their eye.]

Hi. [Her voice is soft but her eyes are steady. She holds her hand out to shake.] I'm Beth. I don't think we've met before.

ii. push it

[On occasion, Beth can be found in the training wing. There isn't a set pattern to when she shows up; it's more that there are good days and bad days, and on her bad days she feels a need to be productive. She needs to be better. Stronger. She can't get complacent or comfortable. This place isn't any safer than where she came from, it's just a different kind of danger.

The thing is, though, she's small. And she's never had any sort of proper training regimen; most of what she knows is a combination of physical feats made in fight-or-flight situations and what people could teach her in the scant moments of spare time they could find back at the prison.

But she can start by lifting some weights.]

'Scuse me. [She points at a set of hand weights that they may or may not be standing in front of.] Can I get at those?

iv. choose your own adventure

[Hit me with a prompt of your own, or let me know if you'd like to plot out something else!]

Comments

[martyric]

You know what? Yeah, lets do it.

( Fun doesn't exactly seem to be much of a priority here. Elena is completely guilty of forgetting to actually do anything for herself - it's just so easy to get caught in the strangeness of the place, even the lack of activity in the station hasn't been boring enough to drive her to do something casual yet. Mostly she just frets about being here at all, honestly. It's kind of tragic. )

Oh, don't worry, I'm totally abysmal. ( She grins -- she even laughs, it's one hell of a thing, and she has no idea where much of anything is in this room but she still starts to idly poke around for the ping pong supplies all the same. ) My kid brother wipes the floor with me, I'm sure you've got a good shot.

[travailed]

[She actually laughs too, a little, even though hers is more muted, more breath than actual laughter. She finds paddles on a nearby shelf, and holds one out to Elena. Next step is ping pong balls— you'd think they'd keep all of this in the same place, but.]

I think that might be a brother thing. [She thinks about Shawn, big and goofy and the sorest winner she's ever known, in the fondest way possible.] My brother used to win every single time. He wouldn't even pretend to let me win. It was super important to him that everybody know he was the Ping Pong King.