week 11, saturday night post-shitshow, i hate you?????

[socloverit]

[so eventually they're done treating Judar's cool new ACID CORROSION BULLET WOUND and Jason kicks these assholes out of his room, who can blame him, and Clover's still right at Judar's side, arm out for him to lean on whether he's gonna take it or not, scythe handle tucked under her opposite arm at the same inconvenient angle in case she needs to drop it. The wound's bandaged and the urgency's over and there's nothing she can do until the trial tomorrow—the trial, there's going to be a trial, and she can't imagine a best-case scenario for it, not one anyone else would listen to. If she keeps thinking about it, if she keeps thinking about tomorrow and Judar and Alice and how utterly helpless she is in all of it, she's going to break completely.]

Do—you don't wanna stay in the medbay, do you? [She's quiet in the way that she gets when she starts to shut down, desperately trying to focus on anything else but the Nuwa or tomorrow.] I'll bring you there if you want.

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[douchemag]

Hell no. That room's soooo boring. Let's just go back to mine.

[He's trying not to think about tomorrow either, but it's not really working. Hope's not an emotion he's familiar with, though sheer spite's come pretty close to replacing it at times; still, once that's run out, he's actually pretty defeatist. For all his talk about not being bound by fate, he has no idea how he's going to change his now or if he even has enough energy to care left.

But he also leans on Clover's arm and lets her guide him back to his room without his usual protest, because...well, fuck it, might as well admit it now. Being alone right now would super suck.]

[socloverit]

[She's taking let's as an invitation to stay that she didn't think she'd have been denied if she asked anyway, but not having to is just a little...easier? Maybe that isn't the right word; she can't imagine any of this as easy.

But she brings them back to his room—the ladder's going to be a major pain in the ass but she sets the scythe on the floor so she's free to help him up. Small as she is, she's much stronger than she looks, at least; this is probably the only practical use her secret agent training has gotten since she ended up here.]

Do you want me to go grab some snacks or anything? I'll be quick. [Helping distracts her and it's all she can think to offer, all she thinks she has left to do.]

[douchemag]

[He hums in thought. On one hand, being alone even for a few minutes is going to mean he'll have nothing to distract him from thinking about tomorrow, about Nuwa, about Kougyoku, and about how he's somehow found himself thrust right into being used for Alice's game when he'd sworn he'd never go along with it months ago.

On the other hand, the cafeteria is super far away and everything hurts and he doesn't want to have to move if he gets the urge for a midnight snack later? As always, laziness wins out over actual emotions.]

Peaches. [of course it's peaches he eats pretty much nothing else] Think Liz actually managed to get rid of all the booze? Normally I don't care, but it'd be really nice not being sober right now.

[socloverit]

[of course it's peaches what did she expect

but she nods, takes her scythe again and kicks her shoes off because even if she's fully capable of running in heels, she's just a little faster without, and she's got every intention of booking it both ways.]

Peaches, got it. I dunno, I'll yell at some robots and find out. I'm—I'll be quick, I'll be right back.

[And she straight up sprints out of the room and all the way down the hall, hating leaving him alone and hating being alone and not slowing down for anything. Apparently this was not the best thought-through plan because between the scythe, two different bottles of miscellaneous booze she's bullied the robots into finding, and way too many goddamn peaches, her arms are so full she has to kick the door to let him know she's back so she can be let back in.]