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socloverit) wrote2016-08-29 06:55 pm
socloverit) wrote2016-08-29 06:55 pm
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week 12, monday afternoon
[okay, well, everything is hell
and Clover has wanted to just roll over and go to sleep since yesterday, except when she tried, the night terrors came, so fuck that; she got put through the worst thing that ever happened to her again more than enough times in the past twenty-four hours, thanks.
So she's set up camp in the medbay with Judar. "Camp" entails slumping in a chair with a tablet, scythe propped up on the counter next to her and datapad right nearby with a cup of coffee brewed so strong and sweet she's filtering grounds and clumps of sugar through her teeth. Every now and again the scythe gets use as a glorified shiny crutch so she can hobble to the kitchen and refill her caffeine supply, because she's pretty sure it's all that's keeping her alive, never mind awake, at this point—that and the aggressive need to babysit. Like she wasn't anxious enough already, being in the medbay with the vision and the nightmare still fresh exacerbates how much of a goddamn wreck she is, but she can't leave Judar alone. If anything seems like it's going wrong, she has to be able to get Grell. She wants to make sure he wakes up.
So she's slumped in her chair, shaky and jittery from the caffeine if nothing else at all, swearing quietly at a puzzle game on the tablet that she's doing an incredibly shitty job at playing, shifting constantly in a futile attempt to find a way to sit that doesn't hurt.
The constant Disney princess butterflies are probably a good sign, at least? They keep distracting her from losing at puzzles.]
and Clover has wanted to just roll over and go to sleep since yesterday, except when she tried, the night terrors came, so fuck that; she got put through the worst thing that ever happened to her again more than enough times in the past twenty-four hours, thanks.
So she's set up camp in the medbay with Judar. "Camp" entails slumping in a chair with a tablet, scythe propped up on the counter next to her and datapad right nearby with a cup of coffee brewed so strong and sweet she's filtering grounds and clumps of sugar through her teeth. Every now and again the scythe gets use as a glorified shiny crutch so she can hobble to the kitchen and refill her caffeine supply, because she's pretty sure it's all that's keeping her alive, never mind awake, at this point—that and the aggressive need to babysit. Like she wasn't anxious enough already, being in the medbay with the vision and the nightmare still fresh exacerbates how much of a goddamn wreck she is, but she can't leave Judar alone. If anything seems like it's going wrong, she has to be able to get Grell. She wants to make sure he wakes up.
So she's slumped in her chair, shaky and jittery from the caffeine if nothing else at all, swearing quietly at a puzzle game on the tablet that she's doing an incredibly shitty job at playing, shifting constantly in a futile attempt to find a way to sit that doesn't hurt.
The constant Disney princess butterflies are probably a good sign, at least? They keep distracting her from losing at puzzles.]