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[givingback]

Who: Brianna Randall (givingback) & OPEN
What: Heading back to where everyone's hanging out in stasis.
When: September 12th.
Where: The Station
Warning(s): death of a parent conversations likely.



[ It's not even mid-month yet, and already, Bree's had a more exhausting September than she's ever had in her life. Her mother? Possessed - literally. That would be enough, but the ghosts, the wailing, the missing of the dead was all too much. Enough to push Bree into finally getting back to the station, back to where everyone is still in stasis.

It's not hard to find the room once there, and as she stares at all the pods she wonders how they choose who gets to wake and who doesn't. A daughter needs her father with her, right? Or maybe it's enough that she has her mother. Maybe it's enough that she has a father she doesn't even know well yet. Walking among the pods, she finds Frank easily enough. His glasses are on his face and she closes her eyes for a second against a laugh that's half amusement half...something else. ]

Can't forget your reading glasses.

[ She murmurs that softly, touching the pod feather lightly before looking up at his sleeping (?) face. ]

You have no idea how much I miss you. Sometimes, back home, it still felt like a dream. I keep walking back through that day because it seems so impossible. You were alive in the morning when I came downstairs. You were alive when I went to the library. You were alive when I was at the movie. And then you weren't. You were just gone. You were gone in between me buying popcorn and watching Tunga Khan executing all the missionaries. It isn't fair.

[ Taking a deep breath and wiping away a tear, she slides down and sits on the floor right by his pod. And she talks to him. About everything. He probably can't hear her, but she tells him she knows about Jamie, about the stones and all the rest of it, talking to him for hours before finally sounding like she's wrapping up. ]

I wish they would wake you up. I'm here, and we could have more time together. All you have to do is wake up, dad.

[ She's not even aware that anyone else has entered the room with her, sitting with her knees curled up to her chest. ]

Comments

so glad you're here <3

[givingback]

[ As far as brothers go, Bree really enjoys Fergus. And in a moment when she thought she'd be embarrassed to be caught, she finds herself not minding that it's him.

Still, she does try to compose herself a little bit. ]

Is this the first time you've been?

[ Asked as she brushes away errant tears. ]

[claudel]

Since we left the last time, yes. I wanted to visit my wife. Perhaps I can introduce you to her once you are feeling better.

[ He smiles, ready to crouch down to see how he can comfort her, but he's curious to see the father she's crying in front of. He glances at the pod and his actions seem to freeze. Fergus isn't normally so outwardly shaken but he seems to have taken a fright at this sleeping form. ]

[givingback]

I'd like to meet her, this woman who captured my brother's attention.

[ She manages to say that with a fond smile before catching his gaze and looking at Frank, then back at Fergus. She frowns now, sitting up a little straighter. ]

What? What's wrong?

[claudel]

Huh?

[ He snaps out of it, glancing back at Bree. There's still a vague look of shock on his face. ]

Nothing. Nothing is wrong. Let me help you up.

[givingback]

Something's wrong.

[ She insists it, but she does let him help her up, studying his face as she does. ]

You look like you recognize him, but there's no way you could unless my mother showed you a photo she had with her. What is it?

[claudel]

No. No, of course, I do not know him.

[ That would be absurd, really. He'd no idea of Claire's other life until he'd woken up here, and how could he know anything of Bree's twentieth century father? ]

He ... Resembles a man. That is all.

[givingback]

[ Bree studies Fergus intently for a second. It's not a good shock of surprise on his face, and she tries to connect pieces of what her mother's told her to what Fergus is saying now. ]

An ancestor, maybe. Mama mentioned something along those lines.

[claudel]

I cannot believe that you would have such an ancestor.

[ He smiles, an attempt to try and prove to her that everything is fine. But the fact remains that there's no denying the resemblence in the men. ]

I am sorry you miss your father so much.

[givingback]

[ He isn't telling her something, she knows that much. But instead of pressing, she ducks her head. ]

Thanks. Thank you for saying that. You must miss Marsali, a lot.

[claudel]

I do. [ He's clearly thankful for the change in subject, though he can't shake the unnerving feeling he has standing in front of Frank's pod. ] We'd only just gotten married, you know. Well. Legally.

[ Because Fergus. ]

[givingback]

That must make this so much harder.

[ He had a whole life to live with her, and now she's stuck in stasis. With one more glance up at Frank, she looks at Fergus. ]

Can I see her?

[claudel]

Of course.

[ Anything to get away from here, though he feels bad, pulling her away from her moment. ]

She is very tiny. Seeing her in these things, she looks even smaller, if that could even be possible. Like your mother, she is a force of nature.

[givingback]

Is that what made you fall in love with her?

[ This is much better than being sad, and even if Fergus feels bad, Bree's a little relieved for the distraction. ]