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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. ]
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[ A kid who misses her dad. It's natural, but in front of a person now, it seems immature, whiny even. ]
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When she's done, he just shrugs. "Like a child" is one interpretation. Caleb's face doesn't quite look kind but he at least shifts to looking sincere.]
He's your father, ja? [He did overhear that.] It seems to me you're acting like a daughter.
[You're never too old to mourn your family.]
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He died really suddenly. I went out with friends and he was fine, and three hours later when I came home he was just gone.
[ It wasn't fair, though she supposes death rarely is. ]
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[There's something very soft and gentle and sad about his voice as he responds to her. Of course, the reason he'd chosen to engage with her is because he'd had an inkling, but...the verification is something different entirely.]
It's not foolish to mourn that. No matter how old you are.
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Spoken like someone who knows?
[ She asks that quietly and kind of hopes it isn't offensive. ]
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His own guilt and grief is. Unwarranted. As much as he does feel it, he doesn't have a right to it.
Still. She seems to be looking for a connection, so he nods once.]
Unfortunately, yes.
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[ She says that earnestly, trying to make it clear he doesn't need to go into details. ]
We don't have to really dig into it, you don't have to tell me anything. I know it's hard to begin with and playing 20 questions with someone you don't even know won't make it easier.
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I am sorry for your loss as well. Especially if it was so sudden.
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[ It was sudden, and it was like someone let out all the air in her lungs when she found out, but she has to learn to be okay with it, to live with it somehow. ]
He would have loved it here. My father, I mean. He was a historian, it would have been something new and interesting to dig into for him.
[ Bree smiles just a little, looking at him in the stasis chamber. ]
Maybe one day.
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When she says "maybe one day", it hits Caleb that perhaps his parents are somewhere in here. He hasn't completely searched these halls yet - again, they creep him out - so he doesn't even know....
The realization knocks him back. Not physically, but mentally. It takes him a few long seconds to respond, during which his breathing quickens, eyes distant. The thought is tantalizing and terrifying at the same time.
...But it wouldn't change the past.
He pulls himself back, makes himself smile at her as if nothing had happened.]
Ja, one day. I'm sure he will wake up.
Ach, where are my manners? [Holding out a hand to her, because the easiest thing to do is to try and move the conversation along. In case she's interested in prying, because he can tell she's that kind of soul. Not out of malicious intent, of course. But even still.] My name is Caleb Widogast.
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[ She takes his hand and stands, tilting her head to the side as she looks at him. Could there be other Calebs? Sure, she never got a last name. But what could it hurt to ask? ]
Are you...do you know Nott?
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I do. She's my friend.
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We met the first day I was planetside. I almost froze to death, we drank. And then a few weeks later I turned into a toddler and she helped me uh...not die.
[ Probably. A five-year-old wandering around a place formerly destroyed by a dragon seemed dangers. ]
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He may have mostly missed the strange apparitions and temporal changes. Which is probably for the best.]I'm sorry, you...turned into a toddler?
[What??]