[log] Lean on me [closed]

[zunesareawesome]

Characters: The Sorcerer Not-Yet-Supreme, Star-Cat, Star-Lord, and the Librarian
Location: Building 318 and various
Date: Day 339-343
Summary: The visiting of Flynn Carsen to the clan of Snow.
Warnings: References to character death, drowning, blood (because this is a scary building), more CW's in ensuing threads.




318: The stench of blood is thick in this garage, with blood long-soaked into the concrete floor, staining nearly the entire expanse. There are empty wooden tables to be sat on if you would rather not sit on the floor, though they've all been flipped as if in anger. One of the tables has been broken into pieces and burned, and another has pieces missing as if someone had begun to break it into pieces but was interrupted. The whole place has a hostile air to it, and the walls sound like they're breathing at night. "ALPHONSE ELRIC, DAY TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHTY TWO, CONTACT @LELRIC FOR ANY ASSISTANCE." "ALPHONSE ELRIC, DAY TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHTY SIX, PLEASE CALL @LELRIC FOR ANY ASSISTANCE NEEDED." and "ALPHONSE ELRIC, DAY TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHTY EIGHT, FOR ANY ASSISTANCE PLEASE CONTACT @LELRIC ANY TIME." are written on one of the walls.

Comments

[thewarningafter]

Stephen huffs out a laugh. "Of course it did. I always just played for fun. Liked the way it felt."

Elegant. Precise. All the things he'd seen in himself.

[cahooted]

He grins. "That was pretty cool. If I may say so."

It's good to hear him laugh. "You know, I'm starving. Have you eaten yet?"

[thewarningafter]

"Not since this morning," Stephen admits. It never seems worth the risk to stop midday, not if they haven't reached a shelter. "Didn't have time to stop at the convenience store, either, but we can go in the morning, stock back up. We're practically on top of it."

[cahooted]

"Oh!"

Flynn blinks. "Well, then I think it's about time. Come on, I got some snacks left, we can share."

[thewarningafter]

Stephen has food of his own, but he's grateful for another topic to latch onto, and with a resupply so near there's no need to go on half-rations or refuse Flynn's food. "I've still got some things; I'll grab it."

[cahooted]

"Alright."

Flynn takes a look around, trying to scout a place that is... the least disgusting to try and force something down?

I think we can fade out soon

[thewarningafter]

One of the tables, overturned or not, is probably going to be their best bet. At least they'll be off the floor?

Stephen goes off to grab his pack. There's not much food left in it, and all from the convenience store at this point.

works for me!

[cahooted]

Well, that's a start. Maybe Nicole was right after all; maybe it's the little things he can do here. Talk to Peter, cheer him up. Make sure Stephen eats.

Provide distractions or, if they're up to it, an ear to listen. Maybe it's not much but it feels like he's doing some good.

This was a good idea.