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( open ) A BLUE BLUE BLUE
CHARACTERS: Aoba and YOU
WHERE: Bearings, Extraspace
WHEN: 009-013
SUMMARY: Various closed and open prompts
WARNINGS: TBD, depression, probably dicks
I. UNBEARINGSABLE
Aoba hasn't been on top of things in regards to the mission since Ares' body was taken back to the station. He's barely gone out, only speaking to other hosts when spoken to, been about as bad at remembering to feed himself as Angel. Keeping up with the tragic recent news has been enough to add his quickly compounding depression like one of his headaches.
When not in his room, he can be found around the common area in Bearings, usually lying on the couch and monitoring the computers Angel and Sam set up to collect anti-android chatter on extraspace. Sometimes he's actually reading through it, trying to puzzle through any potential leads, but most times he's staring somewhere past the streams of data as they come in, his mental state as unfocused as his eyes.
II.RHYME ALL BOUT IT
Late at night in Bearings, when most should be getting ready for bed or already asleep, Aoba is wide awake in his room with his head deep in extraspace.
Bout it Out offers an immediate escape that's familiar. It's like a well-organized, well regulated version of Rhyme, and he was the best at Rhyme a few years back. Though he's not fully aware of that memory, or ever playing Rhyme... and he's not fully aware of how much Bout it Out he's been playing either.
To any close to him, what's left of Adara especially, he's clearly not the same when connected in extraspace. There's a thirst for blood and a certain apathy at the same time. Relentless desire without care behind it. Interrupt him in the middle of a match, and that bloodlust may lash out at you. Meet him on the playing field, and it certainly will. Maybe it's better to catch him between rounds, even if he's still not entirely... himself.
III. SECOND BAE (closed to Nirad)
The night Angel slips from his consciousness is another episode, only this time Aoba is more prepared. Lost three already, part of him had been anticipating loosing a fourth, a fifth, all of Adara. The other voice he's heard in moments distress remains silent, though he doesn't escape the headache that follows Angel's absence. The feeling of fingernails digging into brain tissue.
Aoba uncurls from where he was clenching the sheets to his chest and reaches for the small bottle at the edge of his bed. Opens it, swallows down a half-dozen pills without regard, and stiffly gets up. His legs are sore from vigorous workouts he doesn't remember doing. Still, he slides his door back and walks down the hall to Nirad's room as if in a dream. He'd passed this door and reached to knock at least ten times in the days since Ares sank away, and each time he'd shuffled off, too embarrassed by his own feelings drawing him there to do anything about them. Now he still doesn't reach to knock, but reaches out with his mind.
Reaches with a desire to feel something other than loss and be understood.
WHERE: Bearings, Extraspace
WHEN: 009-013
SUMMARY: Various closed and open prompts
WARNINGS: TBD, depression, probably dicks
I. UNBEARINGSABLE
Aoba hasn't been on top of things in regards to the mission since Ares' body was taken back to the station. He's barely gone out, only speaking to other hosts when spoken to, been about as bad at remembering to feed himself as Angel. Keeping up with the tragic recent news has been enough to add his quickly compounding depression like one of his headaches.
When not in his room, he can be found around the common area in Bearings, usually lying on the couch and monitoring the computers Angel and Sam set up to collect anti-android chatter on extraspace. Sometimes he's actually reading through it, trying to puzzle through any potential leads, but most times he's staring somewhere past the streams of data as they come in, his mental state as unfocused as his eyes.
II.
Late at night in Bearings, when most should be getting ready for bed or already asleep, Aoba is wide awake in his room with his head deep in extraspace.
Bout it Out offers an immediate escape that's familiar. It's like a well-organized, well regulated version of Rhyme, and he was the best at Rhyme a few years back. Though he's not fully aware of that memory, or ever playing Rhyme... and he's not fully aware of how much Bout it Out he's been playing either.
To any close to him, what's left of Adara especially, he's clearly not the same when connected in extraspace. There's a thirst for blood and a certain apathy at the same time. Relentless desire without care behind it. Interrupt him in the middle of a match, and that bloodlust may lash out at you. Meet him on the playing field, and it certainly will. Maybe it's better to catch him between rounds, even if he's still not entirely... himself.
III. SECOND BAE (closed to Nirad)
The night Angel slips from his consciousness is another episode, only this time Aoba is more prepared. Lost three already, part of him had been anticipating loosing a fourth, a fifth, all of Adara. The other voice he's heard in moments distress remains silent, though he doesn't escape the headache that follows Angel's absence. The feeling of fingernails digging into brain tissue.
Aoba uncurls from where he was clenching the sheets to his chest and reaches for the small bottle at the edge of his bed. Opens it, swallows down a half-dozen pills without regard, and stiffly gets up. His legs are sore from vigorous workouts he doesn't remember doing. Still, he slides his door back and walks down the hall to Nirad's room as if in a dream. He'd passed this door and reached to knock at least ten times in the days since Ares sank away, and each time he'd shuffled off, too embarrassed by his own feelings drawing him there to do anything about them. Now he still doesn't reach to knock, but reaches out with his mind.
Reaches with a desire to feel something other than loss and be understood.