IC Inbox

[major_rawne]

Leave a message.

Comments

Re: on the 6th

[major_rawne]

Depending on what it is, sure. Though you might not get it.

Re: on the 6th

[howheendures]

Thank you, I'm aware the Admiral can be tetchy. It's a simple birthday present: a gold topaz ring, sized for a man.

Re: on the 6th

[major_rawne]

[It's not a weapon, so it's fine.] I'll ask him.

Re: on the 6th

[howheendures]

Thank you.

[Armand isn't going to ask for a weapon. But he does appreciate that Rawne will ask.]

Re: on the 6th

[major_rawne]

He granted it. You should get it soon.

[chaos_drifter]

[Avalon lets their focus spread out to the overlapping emotions coming from the rest of the Barge, and everything fades to a low murmur.] Physically or mentally?

[major_rawne]

[Fuck them for knowing the difference.] ...Physically.

[chaos_drifter]

[They pull off their item and study it, turning it over in their hands. It would be nice to have some instinct to work off of, something more than just tension in their muscles.]

I can stay out of it if you want, [they say, after a moment,] but talking about it with someone else will help.

[major_rawne]

Yeah, it will. [He pauses.] It's nothing deep. Being on the Narrenschiff just had me off kilter. I was on alert for long enough that I have a hard time turning it off again.

[chaos_drifter]

[They wish they could give him their lack of emotion. Their chest is empty and heavy, which must mean something, but this feeling is almost neutral.]

That sounds difficult. [It seems like the right thing to say. They get up, padding over to the door of the room they woke up in. It looks like someone’s cabin, but they have no idea whose.]

[major_rawne]

It's something I've dealt with before, but that doesn't make it easy. [And it doesn't help that the Barge keeps dropping him in situations that make him feel that way over and over, either.]

[chaos_drifter]

[Avalon leaves the cabin, studying the doors that they pass. None of the cabins look familiar, and many of them are empty. They should be on one of the lower levels.]

Have you found ways to turn it off more easily? [I could help, they think. Not completely, but if they contacted him telepathically, some of their quiet could seep through.

They start climbing the stairs, looking for Level 5. They want to find their cabin and see if they have an extra bracelet from the Flood that had spawned objects, since their item is no longer an option.]

[major_rawne]

Alcohol, usually. If I drink enough, it numbs things. [He's lying on his back, on his bed, in his cabin. Talking to Avalon and staring at the ceiling.]

[chaos_drifter]

[For a moment, the only sound on their end is that of their shoes on the stairs. Then,] Maybe trying to regulate what you feel in your body would help. [They have no idea.]

[major_rawne]

Maybe. I'm kind of bad at that, though.

[chaos_drifter]

So am I. [The weakness they had felt after the Enposib flipped had settled itself in their bones and stayed until the Narrenschiff arrived.]

Reminding myself that nothing was physically wrong with me helped, to some extent. [It had let them keep going instead of trying to rest and make the feeling go away.]

[major_rawne]

Just because it's not physical doesn't mean it doesn't hurt. [Not that he doesn't repress shit all the time.]

[chaos_drifter]

[I know, pops into their head, and they push the thought away. Whatever they had felt when the Enposib crashed was stronger than sympathy and empathy, so sympathy is not enough for this.

They unlock their cabin door and approach their desk, opening the bottom drawer and pulling out the remaining bracelet. They buckle it around their wrist and fold their hands in their lap, turning the panel towards them while they consider what to say. Concerned appears on it, then confused.]

I want to help, but I have no idea how. [This is about him, not them. Drinking with him would be nice, but it would hide the problem, not help.] Do you want me to come to your cabin?

[major_rawne]

Yes, please. I think that would help. [Having them near would help.]

-> Action

[chaos_drifter]

Okay.

[A few minutes later, they knock on his door. They pull the bracelet off and fiddle with it, running their fingers over the panel.]

Re: -> Action

[major_rawne]

[He opens the door quickly and steps back to let them in. His hair is messy and he's barefoot. There's bags under his eyes.]

Hi.

[chaos_drifter]

[Their gaze flicks over him, then back up to his eyes. They walk in and close the door behind them.]

When was the last time you slept?

[major_rawne]

Last night.

[He's being entirely truthful. He's also leaving out the fact that he hasn't gotten more than three hours a night since they got picked up by the Narrenschiff.]

[chaos_drifter]

[They pause for a moment, then switch to telepathy. They hold back, staying focused on the surface of his emotions.] ::Okay.:: [Maybe some of their calm will seep through.] ::Is this okay?::

[major_rawne]

[Rawne does relax a bit when he hears Avalon's voice in his mind.] ::Yes. Yes it is::