snowblindrpg | [log] it's in the air and it's all around [closed]

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[log] it's in the air and it's all around [closed]

Characters: Alfie Solomons, Emily Kaldwin, Royce Melborn, Tifa Lockhart
Location building 241 and building 242, then ???
Date: morning of 162 through ???
Summary: rescue, hallucinations, eventual mourning of dead people; it's gonna be a party for sure
Warnings: n/a; will edit if anything comes up

Catch-all for EVERYTHING - rescuing the blind gangster asshole, dealing with the event-induced static, etc. Top-level and tag as you see fit.

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[Alfie holds on for a moment longer - mostly just to show that he can - and then lets go.]

[ Royce looks away, looks down, moves the broomstick away. Drags in an unsteady, shallow breath, trying to calm himself down. ]

There isn't a problem. [ A beat. ] Not one I can fix.

And the problem you can't fix is?

[ He shrugs. He doesn't know how to put it into words, doesn't have a frame of reference. ]

You need to figure that out, because you're driving me up the bloody wall, mate.

I already told you my opinion doesn't matter when it comes to you doing what you're going to do. I'm not going to try to stop you.

Did you want me to stop reacting? I'm not understanding what it is you want, clearly.

You do remember how this all started tonight, yeah? I did not go off on you.

[ He changes tactics. ]

Did the static not bother you?

The static made you ignore me for a day and pretend you couldn't hear when I asked you to move out of the way, did it?

Yes. [ Indirectly. ]

[Alfie just gives him a look.]

The static - the static unsettled me. [ The eyes, even more so. He hates admitting this, he hates talking about this, he doesn't want to. It almost makes him nauseated to try. ] There was nothing I can do about it. There is nothing I can do about being here.

I can - there is something I can do when it comes to who I travel with. That's all I can do.

I'm not leaving the group.

[Not for good, he means.]

It shouldn't matter. [ He's pissed that it does, to him. ]

It should. You can't be on your own here all the time.

I used to be alone in places much worse than this.

Places where you were hallucinating constantly?

Didn't hallucinate. But I was hungry and cold. Not so far off.

Very far off. Two very basic elements does not Norfinbury make.

[ He rolls his eyes. ] You're arguing just to argue, now.

I'm not. I can guaran-fucking-tee, right, that neither of us have been anywhere like this before. We face new things every day. That's not something to dismiss.

We do all right on our own, but we're better together.

[ Royce pulls his hood down further. ]

Right. This is better than being alone. [ That's sarcasm. A lot of sarcasm. ]

Sometimes you do make me wonder.

[But he's still not going anywhere. So there.]

[ Royce doesn't reply, just pulls his blanket closer and practically hides in it. He needs a while to cool off, to reconfigure.

Later in the night, though, he'll get up and make his way over to Alfie to sit next to him, cloak gone, his blanket being used as a replacement. He sits almost close enough to be touching, and doesn't say anything quite yet, just... is there. He's trying to figure out if he wants to say anything. ]

[Alfie doesn't say anything either, but he does turn to look at him. It's just a look at first, with a raised eyebrow - but then he holds out the bag of potato chips he's eating from, offering some to Royce.]

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