Not an unsurprising event, really, but she had been hoping she could just avoid everyone, because she had so much to do and so much to worry about and it's harder, it's always harder, when she sees one of those worries face to face.
Jeremy tries to help her with the props that tumbled out of her hands. She would push him back, but that would mean spending more time lingering on this situation, so she just packs up the beakers in the crate and starts moving again, starts doing what she can again-
"Can we talk about-?" Jeremy tries to ask, but Christine cuts him off immediately, sounding too cruel to her own ears.
"I'm sorry, Jeremy, I can't do this." When he tries to protest, she spins around, and she realizes that cruelty was a flimsy patch, ripped off now and doing nothing to stop the emotions tumbling out. "Rich is in the hospital! Jake broke both his legs trying to jump out a window! And we were laughing at Rich... We could have helped him. And Jake wouldn't have been alone at the end of the night if it wasn't for me."
"You can't feel bad about that!" Jeremy protests, and Christine almost laughs, because of course she can.
"Well, I do! I look around, and everyone's hurting! And the people who don't show it are just better at hiding it! I wish there was something real that I could do to make things better, but I don't know how... so I guess I'll just do theatre."
When Christine opens her eyes, she's found herself in the coffee shop, adding milk to a cup of tea, except she's added far too much, the glass overflowing, pale brown liquid pooling over the counter. She gasps and sets the milk jug down immediately, scrambling for towels to clean up the mess.
After that whole... experience, she isn't exactly enthused about exploring the new areas, until she actually sees what's there. The movie theatre is her absolute favourite, when she sees the selection, though she isn't the most... considerate theatre patron, as she can often be found balancing on the tops of the chairs, screaming at the screen.]
Pull yourself together, Hathaway! Sobbing is going to gum up your vocals! This is how you sing it!
[She also does her part investigating, like a good little detective should. In the computer room, she might accidentally bump someone's knees as she crawls under the desks there.]
Sorry! Sorry, just looking around!
[And near the end of the day, she moves to the cemetary once again. She has a roll of tape and her binder, and she goes between each grave, taping the stars from last week to the monuments memorializing Sigyn and Jonny.
Hopefully, she can find Richard's stone. And Red's too. She has a lot to share with her.]
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Not an unsurprising event, really, but she had been hoping she could just avoid everyone, because she had so much to do and so much to worry about and it's harder, it's always harder, when she sees one of those worries face to face.
Jeremy tries to help her with the props that tumbled out of her hands. She would push him back, but that would mean spending more time lingering on this situation, so she just packs up the beakers in the crate and starts moving again, starts doing what she can again-
"Can we talk about-?" Jeremy tries to ask, but Christine cuts him off immediately, sounding too cruel to her own ears.
"I'm sorry, Jeremy, I can't do this." When he tries to protest, she spins around, and she realizes that cruelty was a flimsy patch, ripped off now and doing nothing to stop the emotions tumbling out. "Rich is in the hospital! Jake broke both his legs trying to jump out a window! And we were laughing at Rich... We could have helped him. And Jake wouldn't have been alone at the end of the night if it wasn't for me."
"You can't feel bad about that!" Jeremy protests, and Christine almost laughs, because of course she can.
"Well, I do! I look around, and everyone's hurting! And the people who don't show it are just better at hiding it! I wish there was something real that I could do to make things better, but I don't know how... so I guess I'll just do theatre."
When Christine opens her eyes, she's found herself in the coffee shop, adding milk to a cup of tea, except she's added far too much, the glass overflowing, pale brown liquid pooling over the counter. She gasps and sets the milk jug down immediately, scrambling for towels to clean up the mess.
After that whole... experience, she isn't exactly enthused about exploring the new areas, until she actually sees what's there. The movie theatre is her absolute favourite, when she sees the selection, though she isn't the most... considerate theatre patron, as she can often be found balancing on the tops of the chairs, screaming at the screen.]
Pull yourself together, Hathaway! Sobbing is going to gum up your vocals! This is how you sing it!
[She also does her part investigating, like a good little detective should. In the computer room, she might accidentally bump someone's knees as she crawls under the desks there.]
Sorry! Sorry, just looking around!
[And near the end of the day, she moves to the cemetary once again. She has a roll of tape and her binder, and she goes between each grave, taping the stars from last week to the monuments memorializing Sigyn and Jonny.
Hopefully, she can find Richard's stone. And Red's too. She has a lot to share with her.]