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[sistershoggoth]

CHARACTERS: Alnair Brood, Asuka, Murphy, Bellamy.
WHERE: The Station
WHEN: DAY(S) :041/042
SUMMARY: Annie organizing other people's lives for them because that's the only way she can deal with her own.
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary.

Comments

[wrackful]

( Yeah, and I shouldn't have to point out how, for once, we don't have to fight. Or hunt. Or run from grounders or chipped zombies, or walk through woods and desert for days. So you'll just have to forgive me if I don't want to ruin the one good thing about this place by voluntarily signing up to run laps. )

[deployed]

( I wish that were true. But just because we aren't up against the same kind of problems we are at home doesn't mean we aren't still in danger every time they send us on a mission. )

[ he hates saying this. the sentiment comes out raw. ]

( We can still get hurt. )

[wrackful]

( We're not on a mission, and I handled myself fine on the last two. )

[By the skin of his teeth, and with a hell of a lot of help from the extra talents the Nest had loaded people up with. But Murphy's dug his heels in too far now to listen to the logic behind Bellamy's words. Don't be stubborn had only served to anchor the belligerence more firmly.]

( Go play boot camp if you want. I'm not joining. )

[deployed]

[ There's a whole logical argument Bellamy wants to make. He wants to push this to the breaking point, where presumably Murphy would cave. But Bellamy's choking on something simpler: I don't want you to get hurt if I'm not there to help you. It bleeds though as a formless worry as Bellamy grits his teeth against irritation. ]

( I'll be training with Annie. The invitation's open. )