+2 sanity can't help us now

[rollplayinghouse]

Who: ☆ZRAEL and f...riends?
Where: ☆ZRAEL
When: 278 night through 279

[WELL THAT WAS A TIME. At least it's over and we're home now. Even if some of us probably had to be dragged or carried here.]

Comments

[rollplayinghouse]

[After shepherding people home, Glory showers and changes and put some soup on for anyone who is up for eating, but other than that she seems more focused on just sticking close to people and applying hugs as needed than fussing around aimlessly, for once.]

...Should we just go sit in the rain room...?

[Who is she addressing? Anyone. Everyone.]

[avestan]

I'd be down for that.

[selfpreservationist]

[raven is here, still not looking great--he's gotten cleaned up, but the chunk missing from his shoulder isn't healing... and in fact, if you stop and look closer, you can see bits of skin flaking away from the cracked edges of his skin.

(shirts are only going to be on partially from now on because of this, sorry folks)

he can be found in a beanbag chair or in the rain room, curled up by himself and staring into space]

[rollplayinghouse]

[In this case he is in the rain room with her curled up next to him.]

[crimeson]

[flops in an adjacent beanbag]

[carnivorouscarnival]

[ out in the common room, hands him a mug of chamomile tea. ]

Here. It's your namesake.

[hissterics]

[ Hovering

Uselessly

ANXIOUSLY ]

[regale]

[ He's in his room but the door is open. He's placed the various things he's picked up in the hotel on the wall, or on a shelf of some kind. A sword. A gun. A garrote. A figurine of Ao drowning in milk. The ring they were given. Shakespeare's autograph card.

There's also still like, a dozen cardboard cutouts of himself stuffed around the room and also an immeasurable amount of masks put aside, ready for putting up.

He's kind of just wondering what to do with any of it. ]

[rollplayinghouse]

[Walking back from her room, she peers in and pauses. Some of those things look familiar, and some of them... really do not...]

[crimeson]

No offense, but your room is a mess.

[hissterics]

[ Sabre is here, this is her home, she will never leave.

Curled up on the bed surrounded by AT LEAST twelve knives. ]

[crimeson]

[Lance is emerging from a hot bath, hair still damp. He seems... really worn around the edges, hollowed out and tired in a way Zrael probably hasn't seen him before, like he's trying not to brood and failing miserably.

He's also definitely supplying cuddles to anyone who is amenable, still. The chicken kind of broody.]

[rollplayinghouse]

[looking him over]

...How are you doing? We didn't see each other after...

279, A VISITOR

[adorabilities]

[also, even though her cat came to see her, she wants to come see zrael.

she knocks. and then takes nnnnnotice of the sign.

and looks at her empty hands.]

... Somehow, I'm not surprised at all.

Re: 279, A VISITOR

[crimeson]

[pokes head out.]

You miiiight be able to get a first time exception on account of Sabre.

279, around lunch

[crystallinelore]

[there is a cat knocking on your door! with. a huge picnic basket. SOMEONE came prepared.]

[rollplayinghouse]

[opens the door



and just sort of looks at him for a few seconds. awkward]

...Noah, right?

[stakesthesame]

[ NO FRIENDS, ONLY ZRAEL

that said, once she's back and showered and whatever she props open the hatch door to the rainy day room and starts rearranging the blankets and cushions etc to make room for some snack bags and junk.

then popping her head out of the entry ]

Yo, rainroom's ready for baby time outs. I got snacks and stuff.

[crimeson]

I do love snacks.

[carnivorouscarnival]

[ time spent looking after unitmates is time NOT spent drowning in existential despair.

on that note, he goes to the kitchen to make some soothing herbal tea and starts handing out mugs to people. ]

Here.

[crimeson]

[accepts!!! gratefully!!!!]

Thanks.

[avestan]

[comes home later in the evening and (after taking a nice bath) starts cooking some nice vegetarian japanese dishes]

Day 278, Evening

[tradesecret]

[ there's a container of grilled meat, an assortment of herbal teas with hibiscus flower (so they're naturally red), red wine and a copy of Goethe's Faust (parts I and II) in German. ]

Re: Day 278, Evening

[selfpreservationist]

[IDC ABOUT THE FOOD, I AM TAKING THE BOOKS, THEY ARE MINE NOW]

[constellationprize]

[ dia gets - carried home by doodle, unconscious?

in keeping with that, even once she wakes she spends a good while just in her room. not doodle's room that she tends to go into at night/come out of in the mornings, but her own.

but after a while in her room and an unconscionably long time in the bathroom she comes out and tries to head into the kitchen, attempting to cook a dinner for the unit from the leftovers in the fridge. rice and fish and vegetables, a fish-only portion for sabre, a red-dyed portion for requiem. in that time, at least, she seems fine if floaty, a little absentminded, a puffiness remaining in her eyes, her hands pruned. ]

[rollplayinghouse]

[watches her cooking for a while before she approaches the kitchen]

Do you want any help?

[neigh_sayer]

[hm does C feel like getting punched tonight?

nah.

he knocks and is gone by the time someone answers. enjoy some sleep potions if need be!]

[stakesthesame]

[ yoink ]

[unbr8kable]

[Another knock and someone’s left an extra offering outside the door: a fresh, whole tuna, and a few pints of fancy strawberries.]

[stakesthesame]

[ peeks out

... ??? Tuna??? ]

Uh-- hey, Sabre? I think this one's for you.

Day 279, evening-ish

[sancrimony]

[ a text to both doodle and marnie:

higanbana: Is now a bad time to visit?

while he stands on ☆ZRAEL's landing, loitering a little ways from the door. he has a basket of sandwiches, along with stuffed red bell peppers. he also has another bag slung over his shoulder. ]

Re: Day 279, evening-ish

[crimeson]

W☆R G☆D: Nah, c'mon over.

Day 279

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[At precisely 8:00 p.m. sharp, some nerd in a suit shows up hauling a metal briefcase, one of those fancy meat/cheese/cracker baskets rich people send to each other, and trying to knock on the door.

Somehow he manages.

Hey, ZRAEL. What's up?]

Re: Day 279

[rollplayinghouse]

[opens the door!

oh]

Ah. Hi.

[...

looks around for Man Eater]

Day 279, morning

[crossmyheartandhope]

[There's a knock on the door in the morning]

[Outside is a platter of fresh waffles with butter, maple syrup, strawberry syrup, strawberries, and raspberries]

[There's also an array of breakfast meats, including sausage links, sausage patties, fried ham, and a frankly absurd amount of bacon]

Day 281, AFTERNOON

[soulcarve]

[ Hi ☆ZRAEL! There's a knock at your door.

Then there's a pause.


...Then, thirty minutes later, there's another knock at your door. It's BAD END's sword girl with her arms piled high with conbini snacks, desserts, and bento boxes. The balancing act is... precarious. ]

Re: Day 281, AFTERNOON

[rollplayinghouse]

[She opens the door... To nothing.

And then opens the door again later]

Ah.