Clover Field
29 August 2016 @ 06:55 pm
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.]
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Clover Field
21 August 2016 @ 02:38 am
week 11, saturday night post-shitshow, i hate you?????  
[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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Clover Field
17 August 2016 @ 07:47 pm
week 11, wednesday afternoon  
[She's been maybe sort of kind of putting this off. She shouldn't bother him while he's recovering, she doesn't want to make things weird, she doesn't want to deal with Marinette too, he's probably not coignizant anyway. Excuses, excuses, excuses, and it isn't until Wednesday that Clover gets the fuck over herself, says he could have died, he could have died, he could have died again and again and deigns to be out and about at regular human hours; kitchen first, then the medbay.

She does still wait until Marinette isn't around because she isn't that over what a shithead she is, but Wednesday afternoon, Clover peeks her head in around the medbay door—just being here makes her anxious; she hasn't stepped foot in this room in over a month, and she still glances up to the cabinets before she looks for Adrien.

aaaaand she's just standing here?? like okay the plan was to look for Marinette and then make sure Adrien was awake before she actually like walked in but in practice she's just like, standing half-in the doorway, scythe just kinda peeking out next to her, chillin'. hi, clover??]
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Clover Field
17 August 2016 @ 06:32 pm
week 11, wednesday night  
[She's made a sort of routine of this—force the robots to haul her from her room late in the day, early in the night; find the places no one cares about this late when most of the last few residents of the ship are off to bed so she can be alone until the day comes and she can retreat back into her room while everyone else starts to stir. She's like a moth, drawn to the lights in the fuel reserve room again and again, but it's nothing especially complex. Clover just likes shiny things.

Tonight's no different; she's sat at the end of the bridge, scythe in one hand, datapad in her lap, but the volume for Furry Passing muted so she can hear what's going on around her.]
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Clover Field
10 August 2016 @ 02:59 pm
week 10, thursday night  
[Being out and about as the eve of murder comes closer and closer to an end and approaches Actual Murder is a great and foolproof idea, right?? It definitely is when you have a laser scythe, no question. Getting restless and fidgety happens, all right, it's fine? It's fine. Clover has never done anything wrong in her life.

She'll never acknowledge totally having brought this on herself but she definitely jumps anytime anything in the hallway has the audacity to make a noise while she's wandering. Her room is probably the next destination she has in mind? At least her ruined sleep schedule hasn't completely destroyed her sense of time as it relates to the usual weekly schedule of death.]
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Clover Field
05 August 2016 @ 02:15 am
week 9, wednesday evening  
[Maybe there's something poetic in why Clover keeps coming back to the fuel reserve room now that it's been unlocked, sat at the edge of the bridge for the third night in a row now with her new scythe in her hands, held over her lap, something about energy and infinity and cycles—but Clover is absolutely not a poet, and mostly she just likes shiny things. It doesn't get shinier than this.

But here's where she is now, datapad set aside because this is more entrancing than Furry Passing at the moment. Any sound makes her start and tighten her grip on the scythe's handle but more often than not, it's just robots coming in and out, so she's never too concerned.]
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Clover Field
04 August 2016 @ 01:49 am
week 8, sunday post-execution  
[so today

sure

happened

and Clover is more than ready for it to be over, she's tired and sore and worn out from crying and from that whole attempted revenge murder thing—and maybe this could wait until tomorrow, but it doesn't feel right to let it sit. It hasn't felt right to keep it this long, either.

So even though it's getting late, Clover comes knocking at Minako's door, one hand holding her sick new laser scythe about as casually as someone can hold a deadly laser scythe, the other retreating to her jacket pocket where the last undelivered letters are. If she isn't here, Clover's ready to go searching for her.]
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Clover Field
02 August 2016 @ 03:11 am
week 9, monday evening  
[Clover's been doing an impressive job avoiding the gardens the past few weeks—there are too many people here and even if she's been—not "better" but "mildly more social," the chance of a random encounter remains too high, and just having more than one person besides her in any given space is too much to deal with more often than not—but it's getting late, she can't get back to her room because she's been kicked out of it (again) (the robots do this every day), and she's still trying to find someone.

Up a tree is not where she's expecting to find him, but she's down here looking up at Judar with her head tilted anyway. Welp.]

...Comfy? [hi judar]
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Clover Field
01 August 2016 @ 03:31 am
week 8, sunday post-execution  
[Clover's quiet on the way back to her room—not that she isn't quiet most of the time recently; this trial was an odd burst of energy on Arumat's behalf and now she's back to struggling to find it in her to do much of anything again.

But—she waits until they're past the conference room, when the halls are empty, but this is worth the effort:]

Jessie? Um. I'm sorry I didn't come to see you at all the other week.

[But wanting to check in on the woman who defended her at the trial ended up outweighed by, among other things, how much Clover couldn't bear to be around the medbay.]
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Clover Field
01 August 2016 @ 02:47 am
week 8, sunday post-execution  
[It's getting late, but Clover took her sweetass time getting her weapons configured now that she's got a fun new laser scythe for her collection. The meat cleaver's been set aside for now, and the injection gun is always in her baggy jacket pocket, but she's carrying the scythe while she's wandering the halls, and eventually she peers around the doorway to the viewport, not yet actually walking in.]

Todomatsu?
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Clover Field
26 July 2016 @ 07:27 pm
week 8, wednesday evening  
[Waking hours aren't quite over but Clover's some level of out and about anyway, mostly because the robots kicked her out of the room. This has sort of become a daily thing now.

Until her twelve hours resets, she's killing time in the biolab, printing a small army of tiny plastic frogs in an array of distinctly not-frog colors. There's a lot of pink. She flicks them around, rearranges them in rows only to ruin them again, and hums lightly in between setting more of them to print.

It's. It's something to do.]
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Clover Field
26 July 2016 @ 05:29 pm
week 8, monday evening  
[guess who got kicked out of her room by the robots again

yeah

the robots are probably so sick of her

but the daycare seems like it's been forgotten about so it's become Clover's favorite new haunt, especially because the major advantage of being so small is being able to sit down in the ballpit and just disappear.

or. mostly. There's a big ol' tuft of pink ponytail sticking out from the ballpit, and a bunch of the balls have been displaced and are just kind of scattered all around the place. If any passersby listen carefully, they might hear muffled Furry Passing soundtrack noises.

Clover Field is a spy. She is a literal secret agent. She works for the government. Putting those espionage skills to work.]
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Clover Field
25 July 2016 @ 11:07 pm
week 8, wednesday around midnight  
[Her twelve hours should be resetting soon, if it hasn't already—the robots kicked her out of her room during the evening when it was still Tuesday (they're probably sick of her refusing to leave until she's forced to, every single goddamn day even a week and a half later), and Clover had spent some time flitting here and there and away from the night owls until settling on the viewport, closing the doors behind her, and after she fiddles with the console for long enough, she locks them.

She's splayed herself over one of the couches, the side of her face pressed against he armrest so she can stare blearily out into space.

At some point, she'll get up and move to her room, but not yet.]
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Clover Field
21 July 2016 @ 07:19 pm
week 7, thursday night  
[it's bedtime. it's pretty early for bedtime, actually, but also Clover was awake at 2am wading around in a vent full of corpse parts and being something vaguely resembling helpful in the vicinity of three people actively bleeding out, so. it's bedtime.

she's still a sadsack and she absolutely has not been assed to clean all of the blood off of her, only most of it, and basically Judar absolutely needs to be here to tell her she looks like shit because. she does.]
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Clover Field
19 July 2016 @ 03:41 pm
week 7, tuesday  
[iiiiit's Tuesday. Clover has surmounted Monday and gotten some actual sleep and isn't covered in alien blood anymore and..."functional" is definitely not the word we'd ever use to describe her so "more functional" isn't a comparison we're going to use, either, but the point is she actually, on more than one occasion, darts out of all the hiding places she's eking out up and down the ship and risks the prospect of people trying to interact with her, because she's on a mission.

And so she's poking her head out from around the corner of an empty hallway when she notices Judar passing by, because he is the one person she actually wants to talk to, what the fuck.]

Hey, Judar?

[this is the first time this weekend i've used an icon that isn't one of like five sad or anxious ones or the screaming one which is a miracle in and of itself]
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Clover Field
12 July 2016 @ 02:57 am
week 6, monday aaaffffternoonish? yeah okay  
[okay so the vulnerable list is the worst and so is everything else, and we are officially never getting Clover away from Light for more than five minutes at a time ever again, but at least she's merciful enough to make sure he's got some reading material for hell clinging week, so the Fields are pulling apart the archives right now. or, Clover's pulling it apart while Light tries to put it back together in her wake more likely than not]

...stupid, stupid... [she's complaining about the vulnerable list. she's been complaining about the vulnerable list for the past twenty consecutive minutes.] —oh, I found the braille copy. [a break in the whining, amazing]
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