kin'un team post

[ratiocinations]

Who: Kin'un and visitors
When: After the fear game
Where: Kin'un dorm
What: Everyone coping, probably
Warnings: Ailing mind/memory mentions. Will add more if needed!

[so DO we feel braver]

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[ratiocinations]

[Definitely holed up in his room and not planning on coming out.]

[threadling]

[Girl approaches his door no less than three times, starts to knock or grab the knob and then leaves.]

[Eventually, she leaves a tray of food from the cafeteria outside his door.]

[ratiocinations]

[At some point, hours later, Holmes is still presumably partitioned in his room.

But the tray is gone.]

[velluminous]

[ abject sobbing coming from Severine's room.

she's forgotten to close the door. ]

[threadling]

[Starts to walk in. Leaves.]

[Comes back later. Stops in the doorway. Turns around and leaves again.]

[Comes back later again. Actually takes one step into the room. Stands there for a minute. Leaves again.]

[Comes back later again again. Leaves a tray of food from the cafeteria in her room. Leaves again.]

[velluminous]

[ each return, much the same: sobbing. sobbing. sobbing.
no room in her for anything else but sobbing. not even able to remember why.

the very sound of it distressing, closing a loop. she hates the sound, she hates the feeling, she hates that her eyes hurt from it. pressed between a wall and it.

Girl comes, Girl goes. the crying does not stop...

but for a moment, at last, when the smell of the food reaches her.

long enough to crawl from the bed and take the tray into the safety of the room with her.

but it resumes again soon enough. ]

[velluminous]

[ later in the evening—much, much later—a fumbling at Girl's door. ]

[threadling]

[She hasn't slept. She wasn't as derailed as the rest of them were by her fears, at least after the game ended, but they still - stuck. Seeing Dimitri and for a few seconds, completely forgetting the dozen other times she'd called out for him, only being filled with that overwhelming fear that he's here and he's leaving her --

-- and then she realizes, again, for the dozenth time, that he was never there at all.

So she's wide awake when she hears that clumsy noise at her door. She thinks about ignoring it. She's ignored them before. She decides to just ignore it now and lays back down in her bed, so she can go back to not falling asleep.

A minute passes.

She remembers the last obstacle in that cave. Where she had convinced herself she needed to volunteer a second time. Then, the tiefling woman volunteered in her place. And for a second, Girl thought she was off the hook. Then, she reached out, grabbed her hand and did the same thing.

Why did she do that?

She stares at the ceiling for a few more seconds - she eventually decides getting up is less annoying than letting that question bounce around in her brain, so she gets up. And she opens the door a crack and, as per usual, glares out around the edge.]

What.

[ratiocinations]

[He can’t stay in his room forever, though the times he emerges are rare. However, this is one such time, and he passes by her room, he hears sobbing, and—

He pauses.

And, subtly, gazes past that open door.]

[velluminous]

[ the sobbing will continue until morale improves.

she is curled on the bed in the tightest ball possible. her room a mess. every book, every note page, every scrap of paper thrown about, left in that sorry state. spines bent, pages crumpled, edges frayed, stained with ink and droplets of wet.

much of her own writing now beyond recall. ]

[ratiocinations]

[It is good, perhaps, that Holmes does not remember how he might personally approach a circumstance which involves a crying woman: leave her alone, move on.

It is less good that he recalls stepping into this room once, only briefly, something about a plant, barely remembering his classmate’s name — a tiefling, though, he remembers her calling herself. But there was permission once, and surely there might be again? Maybe she might stop sobbing if she can ground herself in something other than what ails her.

Maybe distraction is optimal for both parties.]

Ms… Tiefling. Might I come in?

[tempeyeture]

[ Eventually, stopping by and knocking softly on her door: ]

Umm...Fairplay-san? You should get some rest, if you can.

[velluminous]

[ the crying stops. the shape of her on the bed jolts and goes really, really still.

sniffling. ]

[tempeyeture]

[ So he's decided to try blindfolding himself so he can't see horrific injuries on other people anymore.

...Instead he instantly runs into the wall. ]

Aww, I really thought that would work...

[threadling]

Why.

[tempeyeture]

'Cause I'm tired of everyone looking like a dead person! Oh, do you think this school has any of those blinders that horses wear?

[ That would be better than a blindfold. Probably. ]

[ratiocinations]

[A steadying hand on his shoulder, suddenly. A voice low, but recognizable-]

It would be better to have all your faculties, even so.

[tempeyeture]

[ Ah— ]

Ojisan? [ He slips the blindfold up, but regrets it almost immediately, and glances away towards the wall. ] Ugh...you're right. I just gotta try to...not look at people! Easy peasy. How're you feeling?

[ Enough about him!!! ]

[presgarddihellis]

[polite knock knock...]

[threadling]

[Everybody else is a little, uh, incapacitated. So the door opens and Girl half-pokes her head out the door.]

What.

[Not as personable a greeting as, say, Holmes.]

[presgarddihellis]

[personable is a word for it.

this sure is a face that is new but also familiar in some ways: black hair, brown eyes... voice even familiar if she's heard it before, just a lower timbre.

but Klein nods in greeting and holds out a bag of cafeteria food items.]

I understand that some people are in an especially bad way. Please do take care.

[ratiocinations]

[Assuming he manages to be let in eventually by Girl, then he will find Holmes in the back of the common area, practically pacing a hole into the floor.]

[presgarddihellis]

[well, he's probably going to be stuck at the door for a bit, but he does in fact see that.

... hmm...]

Sir, please be sure to remember to eat, as well.

[he brought bag of foods.

also has a different face, but considering Holmes's memory problems, that's a moot point.]

[velluminous]

[ some ambient, low-level crying coming from Ms Fairplay's room. it stops when Girl answers the door; resumes while he and Adair are speaking... halts again. a splotchy face will peek out at him whenever he emerges back into the common area.

not friend.
don't know this face at all. ]

[presgarddihellis]

[noticing her peeking out.

... oh.

gives a slight bow.]

My apologies. I would have worn the face you already knew me by if it weren't currently a risk.

[familiar... voice? maybe if she didn't have memory problems...]