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apocalypsehowcomm2023-06-16 01:08 am
musicdied) wrote in apocalypsehowcomm2023-06-16 01:08 am
Log - Early/mid-June
Who: Yelena and open
When: June 9-15
Where: ADI headquarters and housing, around Gloucester
Summary: Preparing to part ways.
Warnings: N/A
Headquarters
The dust settles surprisingly quickly, all things considered. It doesn't take much longer for Yelena's desk in the investigations department to...not quite empty, exactly. Her terminal is still there, the files she's been working on, a slim stack of research material. It's the personal items that vanish, the amusing mugs, the sweater she's kept draped over her chair, the little plastic dinosaur statue, the carefully kept notes.
For a little while, at least, she's still there - her reports continue, she remains a presence in the training gym, she eats the occasional meal in the cafeteria. If she's a little distant with most people, less quick to crack a joke or share a theory, well. She's hardly the only one.
Housing
At home - at what has been home for nearly two years now - the change in her demeanor isn't nearly as pronounced. She's still willing to joke and gossip with her roommates, and pull out a film for movie night. But here, her preparations are more obvious. Bit by bit, her belongings vanish into cheap plastic totes, neatly organized. She doesn't even need those - there's a duffle in her closet, packed with everything she absolutely requires.
She may intend to stay long enough to see to it that Zyrian Steel never has the chance to use another young girl as a cat's paw. She's prepared to vanish in a heartbeat, if she needs to.
Around Town
It's possible, now and then, to find her in a coffee shop, reviewing notes or photos - of aging buildings, mostly - over a cup of black coffee. It's possible, more rarely, to find her standing at the edge of the churchyard that once held an Eye cult, frowning to herself, apparently lost in thought, or prowling the perimeter of Dogtown.
Searching for more roaming signal towers, maybe. It's hard to trust that they're truly gone.
When: June 9-15
Where: ADI headquarters and housing, around Gloucester
Summary: Preparing to part ways.
Warnings: N/A
Headquarters
The dust settles surprisingly quickly, all things considered. It doesn't take much longer for Yelena's desk in the investigations department to...not quite empty, exactly. Her terminal is still there, the files she's been working on, a slim stack of research material. It's the personal items that vanish, the amusing mugs, the sweater she's kept draped over her chair, the little plastic dinosaur statue, the carefully kept notes.
For a little while, at least, she's still there - her reports continue, she remains a presence in the training gym, she eats the occasional meal in the cafeteria. If she's a little distant with most people, less quick to crack a joke or share a theory, well. She's hardly the only one.
Housing
At home - at what has been home for nearly two years now - the change in her demeanor isn't nearly as pronounced. She's still willing to joke and gossip with her roommates, and pull out a film for movie night. But here, her preparations are more obvious. Bit by bit, her belongings vanish into cheap plastic totes, neatly organized. She doesn't even need those - there's a duffle in her closet, packed with everything she absolutely requires.
She may intend to stay long enough to see to it that Zyrian Steel never has the chance to use another young girl as a cat's paw. She's prepared to vanish in a heartbeat, if she needs to.
Around Town
It's possible, now and then, to find her in a coffee shop, reviewing notes or photos - of aging buildings, mostly - over a cup of black coffee. It's possible, more rarely, to find her standing at the edge of the churchyard that once held an Eye cult, frowning to herself, apparently lost in thought, or prowling the perimeter of Dogtown.
Searching for more roaming signal towers, maybe. It's hard to trust that they're truly gone.
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All they want now is true freedom they've been denied their whole life. One where they can be themself without hiding.
"Thank you, dear. I can not tell you how much it means to hear that. But please, for now, I only wish you and the others to be safe and happy outside of these walls." And with a gentle squeeze to Yelena's hand before they finally pull away. "And to keep in touch, just to soothe my fears."
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"But you have to promise to be careful also. And to call us, if you need help. Or just someone to talk to on a dark night."
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"Good! Someone must! And thank you. I promise, you shall be sick of me by the end of this." Whatever that ends up being, Rue has no idea. "I know there is so little I can do to assist you out there, but please, if it is clothes you need or repairs you need me to make, I'm happy to help any of you."
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Well, kinder than she deserves, anyway. Steve and Winter deserve all the kindness they can get, and then some.
"I don't think I can imagine any of us getting sick of you."
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"Please, if anything comes up and there is anything at all that I can do to help, you will let me know, won't you? I do have access to some healing magic, as loathe as I am to ever feed the Entities, should an emergency ever arise."