at the light, at the light

[inaclearing]

[Well! That happened, and for once, no one seems to be holding any kind of Group Sorrow Activity afterwards! Have fun doing whatever it is y'all wanna do! There's not many people left, and an awful lot of open space; we're probably all perfectly capable of being alone, if that's what we want.]

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[onemillion]

[The first order of business is to return to his room to let Leafeon out. Our Pokémon friend will wander off on his own as usual, and Rossiu takes a moment to himself just to breathe and to think about how they're going to proceed from here.

Proper investigations will have to wait. They need to be careful until they know how things have shaken out with both Forrest and the Mayor. They need to...

Actually, just give him a few minutes. If you need Rossiu immediately after that, you can find him in suite 4; as the only person still alive in it, it's all his space now and he's just going to be on the couch, shaking a bit and looking like he's trying really, really hard not to have a feeling about anything that just happened.

But okay, he's got this, and Rossiu pulls himself together. For the time being, he's going to be wandering. This would be an investigation prompt were this a weekly log, but it isn't! He's looking for anywhere that might lead to wherever Forrest's execution was taking place, so you can find him poking around literally anywhere. Take your pick on where! Was your character just trying to enjoy some peace and quiet in a place all by themselves? Too bad, Rossiu's here now and investigating.

Eventually though... he ends up back in the garden. Someone needs to update the Undertaker's list of names, though it would seem we only need one addition this week. Unless Zinda makes good on her threat, anyway. Rossiu's going to be in here for awhile even after he's added Nandor's name, just sort of staring off into the middle distance.]

wandering;

[visiblepattern]

[Forrest's wandering is more the aimless, skittish sort of wandering that comes when someone knows or feels they don't belong somewhere; all the same, he's somewhat relieved it's Rossiu that he's come across.]

...Rossiu?

[He's wearing different clothes now and he has Rain with him but he's here, at least. Though he flinches slightly once that's out there.]

I understand if you don't want to speak to me.

[onemillion]

[Oh, Rain... how could he have forgotten about Rain, he should have looked in on the poor kitty earlier—

No, he's getting distracted, and Rain seems to be doing fine now anyway. He shakes his head to clear it, but it also serves as a suitable response.]

Nonsense. I've been looking for you. I wanted to make sure you're alright after that.

[Forrest definitely isn't going to be doing okay, but he's still alive and that has to count for something.]

[visiblepattern]

[The implicit question is enough to make Forrest actually have to think about it, and he suddenly finds himself shaking all over again.]

I... No, not really... I will be, though, just...

[...He doesn't know.]

[onemillion]

[...]

Let's go make some tea.

[C'mon, no one's probably at the tea house right now, so it should be a good place to be alone and a good place to get some tea that will maybe be relaxing. I don't know, I still have no knowledge of tea.]

[visiblepattern]

[...]

All right.

[Let's go.]

[onemillion]

[Off we go! As expected, the tea house is not exactly the busiest location here, so we can get started - if you'd like he can prepare something for you, but otherwise feel free to make your own!]

cw: hand injury

[howveryglib]

[that sure as fuck happened didn't it. gaius is going to head right back to his quarters and just kind of. do that manpain thing of punching his mirror in and try not to cry even in private because he's a man of power and men of power don't cry except he's kind of powerless so maybe he should just cry anyway.

...

after about a half hour or so you can probably find him picking glass out of his knuckles and fingers and bandaging his hand up in the clinic because uhh... yeah... he punched his mirror in...

...

anyway once he's got his hand all bandaged up and he's stopped in the meeting room to check and see if the coffins have, indeed, been removed, he can be found standing outside the bathysphere like a dog waiting for its owner. he will probably be there all night if no one drags him back to bed.]

bathysphere;

[visiblepattern]

[Well, Forrest will not emerge from that direction but he'll be here, in different clothes and he's carrying Rain but. Yeah.]

...Gaius? What are you doing out here?

[howveryglib]

[he actually starts a bit and turns.]

…

Forrest?

[visiblepattern]

Yes...?

[...um.]

Is... Is that all right, I understand if you don't want.to speak to me...

[howveryglib]

[this is probably a bad idea because Forrest is holding a cat but you know what he’s not really thinking much other than SON BOY??? SON BOY ALIVE????????? MUST GIVE SON BOY FATHERLY HUG!!!

so yeah you know what he’s going to do that]

[visiblepattern]

[...Forrest thankfully thinks to kind of drop the cat before that happens, and good thing too because that hug is getting returned really violently, um

which doesn't necessarily mean much but on the other hand apparently this boy uses battleaxes so]

1/2

[chemicalromance]

[If you happen to be outside the Helios Suites, wallowing in your sadness, you may be in for a bit of a shock.

Light seems to bend in mid-air. Rays of purple smoke-like light bending and rippling as it all comes together and coalesces into Eleanor Lamb.

And one Forrest. Alive and well.]

Alright. This is close enough. [She'll take a moment to make sure Forrest is alright.] Are you alright? I'm not used to moving multiple people with me-

[visiblepattern]

[He's alive and well and...really dusty actually, but that's fine.]

Ah... Yes, this should be fine.

[His gaze darts around warily, as though he's considering bolting at any second; he shifts anxiously before turning to her.]

Thank you. For bringing me here.

[...And he's off, disappearing in the direction of the garden to get himself together, since he doesn't know who he'll run into in the Suites proper.]

[chemicalromance]

It's... the least I could do.

[She sounds saddened by that.]

Get to the others, I'll- [Oh fuck what's that.]

2/2

[bathymetric]

[ It is not long, however, before the Mayor, of course, speaks up. Her tone is almost... mock-parental. There's a few light notes of... some song, underneath her words, but not enough to make it out. ]

Eleanor, Eleanor, Eleanor. You're no Angel, you know that? My office. Now.

[ And, moving a little like a puppet on strings, Eleanor Lamb vanishes as quickly as she arrived, leaving one dusty culprit behind, but no other sign where she's gone. ]

[inaclearing]

[Brett, for his part, only makes two quick stops after returning to the main area of New Rapture.

First, the aquarium, where he procures a couple of those frozen dead fish.

Second, the clinic, where he spends a little while rifling through the medicine cabinets and reading the labels on the back of a few bottles. Ultimately, he just takes a few different kinds.

With his cargo, he returns to Suite 5. He shuts the door behind him, but you can hear the sounds of his various creatures being fed fish for a little while after this. That's probably the time to interrupt him; once he goes to his room, he's taking some sleeping pills and does not intend to be conscious again until like, maybe noon on Sunday!]

[visiblepattern]

[So once Forrest has been to the garden to have a good cry, he's quick to return to Suite 1 for the briefest of moments to get Rain. He's been in here all day, poor thing-

So. Rain is being obtained, Forrest's clothes are being changed, and... Well, he's tentatively wandering out onto the grounds. He's not looking for anyone or anything in particular, and he can be seen just wandering around from place to place; he doesn't seem to have a goal, he's just...skittish, and shaking, and looking a little like he's scared to be here. He eventually finds himself just sitting down in some forgotten corner of the Hall of Founders, curling up in a place shielded by some of the debris and...well, it's time for the second good cry of the night.]

hall of founders

[specialyellthing]

Well.

[Zinda’s here, with her hand on her hip, looking extremely unamused.]

Feels like a bad place for you to be cryin. Out here alone…

[visiblepattern]

[He just shrugs a bit at that; it's about the only response he can manage right now. He doesn't lift his head to look at her; he just keeps his head down, knees tucked up against his chest, arms wrapped around his legs.]

[specialyellthing]

Come on. [She nudges him with her knee. A much more gentle action than she could have done.]

Get up. ‘s a bad place for you.

[visiblepattern]

[He shakes his head.]

No one is making you care for me, Zinda. I'm certainly not.

[specialyellthing]

It’s for me more than it is for you. I’m not gonna get any rest, knowin you’re just out here.

At least put a locked door between us.

[specialyellthing]

[Zinda makes her way back to Suite 3, straight into the shower. It’s only once she’s been in there a while that she notices: oh. She’s still in all her clothes. She’s still holding the mace. Well. That’s one way to get that clean.

Once that’s all dealt with, and she’s in clean clothes and has a slightly better head on her shoulders, she finally stops carrying the damn thing around. She also, upon second thought, leaves her guns behind in her room— and her room door locked.

First stop? Nandor’s room in Suite 1, so she can take that ring and letter. She also, against all rational thought, opens his coffin lid. Then has a cry about it being empty. Then sees that stupid Ben Franklin painting and has another cry.

Then, sick of crying, she makes her way to the nightclub, where she can be found chugging liquor straight from the bottle, then smashing the bottles on the floor.

Fun! ]