🌈 chroma — w5 curfew

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[daggering]

[ hacker voice im in

vax is here. are they just piling into a bedroom. does it even matter where. he is Brooding TM in a corner, black raven wings at his back still melting and dripping off that viscous, oily looking black liquid.



it's fine ]

[ktiseos]

[it's gotta be either his and bubblegum's bedroom or the main area because he definitely needs to be on the bed or couch... it's fine, he got in a pod for a bit, he's not dying, but he absolutely still needed bandaging and has been fairly cautious in his movements.

whether it's the bed or couch, he's propped up there, just. glancing over to vax's brooding corner with a little concern.]

You cannot stay there all night.

[decisions]

[ percy is gonna to be... wherever whoever brought him back from medbay dropped him bc he has one leg, so on the couch or piled into emetgum's bedroom with his notebook and pencil, though it's just kind of loose in his hands. ]

He's right, you know.

[daggering]

[ i vote emetgum room

anyway no he's just here. melting. brooding. the oil drips a little down his cheeks from the feathers by his face. ]

... [ terrible. he doesn't say anything but there's probably a petulant "can too" in there somewhere. ]

[ktiseos]

...Vax.

[a little quieter.

stop brooding over there alone you stupid melting bird.]

[countermeasures]

[it is not fine.

jiuqing crosses over to vax's corner of brooding and reaches over to put a hand on one shoulder.]

Vax...

[daggering]

[ let a man brood in peace!!! ALL OF YOU!!!!!!

he looks very surprised at being touched, actually - her hand's going to come away a little sticky, though the feeling fades nearly immediately. ]

... 'm fine, doc.

[countermeasures]

[looks at her hand. looks at the stuff dripping from his wings. looks at his brooding corner.]

If you're fine, come out of your corner.

[daggering]

I chose to sit here.

[ :T ]

[fretbro]

[bass is a little late - he almost doesn't make it, but he shuts the door behind him just as it locks.

a pause. and then he moves across the room, grabs a pillow, and just screams into it, as loudly as he possibly can.]

[daggering]

[ HELLO NO MORE ]

-- Bass?

[fretbro]

[he just

stays there for a second, and then:]

Sorry - sorry. I'm okay. [muffled into the pillow. his voice isn't all calm and flat anymore, at least.]

[daggering]

... no more heart attacks for one night, yeah?

[ worried...

he looks down at his phone, and it looks like he wants to say something, frowning even further, but does not. ]

[fretbro]

Sorry.

[maybe he will just stay here for a bit and hug this pillow. until emet says his name, anyway.]

[ktiseos]

Bass-!

[he says that a little loudly, which makes him cough, which makes him wheeze, wincing. fuck.]

...I am-- fine. Feeling better-?

[fretbro]

[he startles, and then zooms over to him.]

You're not fine! [he says, a little shrill. he's very clearly not all flat anymore, so that's... good?] Stop talking! Don't cough!

[ktiseos]

[he-- laughs, slightly, at that. which... yeah you guessed it. waving bass off, though-]

It is fine. I only need-- more time, later, to heal.

[too many people injured and only 2 pods,]

[fretbro]

You guys really - really need to ask for more pods.

[his voice breaks in the middle there, and he stubbornly brings up a hand to wipe his eyes.] Don't - don't hurt yourself more.

Fuck.

[he's having a time]

[decisions]

That about says it all doesn't it...

[fretbro]

[he drags in a shaky breath, and then lifts his head out of the pillow.]

Are you okay? You went through one too?

[decisions]

[ oh bass. he just gives a small nod. ] I'll heal. Just going to have to find a way to get around for a few days until I can get into the pods again.

[ percy????? ]

It was... certainly not what I was expecting.

[fretbro]

[he puts the pillow down, and comes to sit down next to him.]

You should try to get in there before a few days, dude. [he rubs at his face.] Do... uh, do you wanna talk about it?

[he's trying.]

[countermeasures]

...

[honestly, that's relatable.

she puts a hand on bass's back, though.]

[fretbro]

[his shoulders come down from around his ears, at least.]

... Hey. [muffles it into his pillow.] Sorry. I'll be quiet.

[countermeasures]

[pats his back a little.]

...you don't need to be quiet. I just - I'd like to help, somehow, if I can.