mental link | early day :006

[nirsighted]

[It's late in the evening - or technically very early in the morning when not so people are at least considering sleep -and somewhere, something goes quiet. Very, very quiet. A pressure that was there a moment ago is now gone, snipped away like a cut line. It's a sensation with some growing familiarity: the distinct odd moment of being unbalanced that comes from a host sliding into a coma. It's happened twice already in the last few days, and now a third. Maybe there's something in the air of Concordia that doesn't agree with you?

In an echo of Castor earlier brood's experience with Jessica, the sensation of something missing sticks with Adara brood for a few lingering moments. But the pang quickly evens out, fading to a dull uneasy tingle at the back of the mind.

--Or would, if it weren't for the bolt of anxiety that follows. It's loud, frenetic. Panic sweat on skin. A pliable stick bent too far and cracked across the knee. It punches through the mental link connecting every host, rattling high and sharp, and is tangible like copper taste on molar teeth.

It makes sleeping, uh... difficult.]

( Stop that. )


((ooc: /hacks another limb off Adara. Hi friends! Ares has dropped and will be going into a coma; on day 007, Nirad will be taking a trip back to the Station to transport all our comatose friends home and pick up some new faces. Until then everyone please hug Adara brood and just...don't stop...))

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[nirsighted]

[There urge to go wading into that low, sinking void is intoxicating - tempting. It's good to feel things and to know them openly. Maybe there's a narrow masochistic streak in him where he just wants to furrow deeper in that echo of Sam's grief as a means of sharing. It's good to be seen, even if it's while miserable. Isn't it?

It helps that some of the frantic scrabbling has leveled off. Somewhere in Bearings, Carata must have her hand at the back of Nirad's neck to steady him.]

( Sorry. )

[For lots of things. It's not fair that Sam's here or that people keep going to sleep or that he knows anything like that it's like to lose a person. All those things are sad.]

[frakkincylons]

[ He can understand that feeling, the want to just zone into that misery with someone else and let it fester. So it's at least not you alone. Lee had been so strong after Kara left, and Sam was an embarrassing mess. With Kara gone, he'd felt more alone in the universe than ever before.

It's nothing to feel bad for, he thinks. It's just, well. Human. ]

( It's alright. The bad's always mixed up with the good. )

[ Can't really have one without the other. If certain tragedies hadn't have happened, they would have been here today, to help these people on Concordia, or in the Nest. Fate's never just across the board kind. It can't be. ]

[nirsighted]

[It's a comforting thought in the way that 'I'm sorry for your loss' is a consolation. It feels bland, but that doesn't mean it isn't true or that it couldn't mean something. The vague dissatisfaction in it rattles around: a glass marble in jangling in an empty can. But it's a far away sensation or one that's very low. There's nothing to be done for it.]

( I guess. )

[A long, hollow pause.]

( All right. You can go back to sleep.)

[frakkincylons]

( If there's a better way to view it, other than 'I'll see you one the other side', I haven't heard it. )

[ There's a note of apology in his tone. There really, truly, is nothing that can be said that makes that kind of sorrow better, or fixes that kind of loss. Not of someone so close. Sam had tried taking up piloting, to bit himself in a cockpit to at least feel somehow close to her, and while it was a good distraction, it didn't heal that wound. ]

( I don't need to, if you want some company? )

[ dark thoughts, bad times. it's better to have them with someone else around. ]

[nirsighted]

[There's a lull, a sensation of water receding and then washing back up - the even, rhythmic push and pull of some small wave at the edge of some distant, alien tide pool.

The warmth of Carata's hand on the back of his neck--]

( No. I'm okay. )

[Dull. Strip everything that stings and put it somewhere else.]

[frakkincylons]

[ he has her with him, so that's good. at least he has a friend, someone to insure he isn't alone in this. then again, how alone can you ever really be with the nest? ]

( Okay. Take it easy, man. See you tomorrow. )

[ it's something of a comfort to have shared something so personal with nirad, to get a feel of knowing him better, though sam would of course wish neither of them know that grief well enough for it. a sad fact of life. ]