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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. ]
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. ]
yeah bree GOD why don't you know better!!!!!
[Her dad. What does he know about dads? Roxas feels as though he's stumbled onto something really personal, something he shouldn't be here for. But instead of making a quick excuse and backing away, his gaze drifts to the man in the pod across from her.]
Is that your dad? I'm sorry. It really stinks to have to wait for someone to wake up.
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[ She frowns, supposing that answers the question of who the man in stasis is. ]
I don't understand how that works. How can you change death?
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I don't know. It doesn't make sense.
[He takes a step closer, looking toward the man in the pod. He looks like he'd be a nice person, or maybe that's just what Roxas wants to see in his face.]
The Natha saved someone I knew who died, too. I didn't know what to think when I saw him again.
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I have no idea what I'd do if he actually woke up. I never stopped to think about it, now that you mention it?
[ Bree looks over at her new company. ]
What did you do?
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[He lets out an awkward chuckle, not that this is actually funny.]
But then I was just glad to see him. Being here because of the storm and all, it might not be a good thing, but I'm just glad to have my friend back.
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I know things happen here and people get hurt and maybe it's selfish to want him back, but I'd rather have him out of stasis. He's already missed too much.
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[Not so far, because they haven't woken up, but what if they do, and sooner than they would have otherwise?]
But I think it's good to do anyway. Maybe part of them can hear us, deep down. I bet your dad would like it if he knew you visited.
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[ Although, if her mother had ever talked to her, Bree has no memory of it. ]
He wouldn't want me to cry, I know that. But I guess it's easy to ask someone not to cry when you're the one who left.
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[Moving carefully, and not too quickly, he sits down beside her. He's far enough not to crowd her, but close enough she can reach out and shove him if she wants.]
Or maybe it's hard, but you ask it anyway because all you really want is for them to be happy.
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When he died, everyone said it. 'He wouldn't want you to be sad, he'd want you to move on.' Well, how do they know? How could they know? Moving on is...it's hard. And sometimes it's too much.
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[He can say that with certainty because something had indeed happened to him.]
But I'd understand if it took a while. I think most people would.
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You know, you're a good listener. Especially when you didn't have to be.
[ He's nice, and she's grateful. ]
I'm Bree, by the way.
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I'm Roxas.
[He gives her a little wave, and smiles.]
And it's no problem. I don't mind listening.
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[ Bree's calmer now, and she takes a deep breath, letting it out softly before slowly standing. ]
As a new acquaintance, wanna go get something to eat with me? I can't leave the station just yet. But I think...
[ Reaching out, she touches Frank's pod, hand lingering before pulling back and looking at Roxas again. ]
I think I'm okay for now.
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Yeah. I'd like that. It sounds really good.
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[ She understands if there's something he needs to do, someone he needs to stand in front of for a while. ]
I could always meet you down there.
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[He looks over his shoulder, just for a second.]
I'll come back and visit soon.