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itscurtains2021-06-19 03:52 pm
mayavericks) wrote in itscurtains2021-06-19 03:52 pm
Is This Where You Wanna Be? Crawling On Your Hands and Knees?
[In a perfect world, Maya would have been able to isolate herself for the rest of the evening. It's not like her to wallow in her feelings, but it's also not like her to be trapped away in a murder school or part of an execution so... not like she has much choice there. Besides, between the influence of Janis, and the sight of her remaining dormmates, it's clear that Maya simply can't... let things go.
It's like she told the SQUIP. They look to her for hope. And so, hope she must be. It's her job to stand tall for the others. Thankfully help comes easier this time -- there's no need to scruff Discord, or try to keep Spongebob from making Hate Patties. Maybe that, in and of itself, is a good sign.
It's just another fluke. They'll be okay. They're together, after all. Even Salieri and Discord are getting along well enough to help.
Cutting potatoes proves to be an interesting task, considering the fact that most of the knives are missing. Maya has a few guesses as to how that happened, but she won't point fingers again today. She makes do with what she has -- two swords between her and Cassandra.
Potatoes, cakes, pies -- the arrangement is much the same. There's even cocoa (made by less experienced hands, unfortunately), and alcohol. It all feels like a repeat of last week, but she's trying to not think about it. She does her best to keep a smile on her face as she knocks on each door, inviting others to the cafeteria once more.]
It's like she told the SQUIP. They look to her for hope. And so, hope she must be. It's her job to stand tall for the others. Thankfully help comes easier this time -- there's no need to scruff Discord, or try to keep Spongebob from making Hate Patties. Maybe that, in and of itself, is a good sign.
It's just another fluke. They'll be okay. They're together, after all. Even Salieri and Discord are getting along well enough to help.
Cutting potatoes proves to be an interesting task, considering the fact that most of the knives are missing. Maya has a few guesses as to how that happened, but she won't point fingers again today. She makes do with what she has -- two swords between her and Cassandra.
Potatoes, cakes, pies -- the arrangement is much the same. There's even cocoa (made by less experienced hands, unfortunately), and alcohol. It all feels like a repeat of last week, but she's trying to not think about it. She does her best to keep a smile on her face as she knocks on each door, inviting others to the cafeteria once more.]
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...Maybe? I know when things go wrong, I don't like to pretend everything is fine. [ Eurydice has long since given up on making things better, though. And mattering was never part of the question. ] Is that it?
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Sort of? [ ... ] My— I...lost my brother. He went out into the woods with friends, and...and he never came back. They looked for him. So many people...looked for him. But no one was prepared. No one. Not him, not...anyone in town, even though we've all lived surrounded by the woods our whole lives. So, when they were... When they were too late, all of the adults... They said, it was awful. It was a tragedy. They threw these...meaningless vigils.
[ Her fist clenches the remaining jerky tight. ]
But they didn't do anything. They didn't... It wasn't like they were giving up, but like they didn't even understand it was their fault he was gone. Like there was nothing they could've done. [ And she looks up, voice rising slightly with emotion. ] But there was! There was so...so much! It wasn't...completely hopeless. If he knew... If anyone knew a single thing to do, it coulda made a difference! And...when I kept trying to find ways to...to make sure it didn't happen again, they just...
[ Peregrine's shoulders sag. ]
They didn't get it. They didn't... It couldn't just... I had to do something. For him. For me.
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Eurydice is quiet for a long time. When she finally speaks, her voice is rough, like there's something caught in her throat. ]
I get it. [ Harbor me! ] I'm...sorry no one else does.
[ Eurydice closes her eyes. Breathes in, out. Wonders if things could have been different. (It's so cold out there.) ]
I don't want to speak for your brother, but I think, um. If he knew what you were doing, he'd...he'd appreciate it.
[ She opens her eyes and finally looks at Peregrine. ]
I'm sorry you had to lose him that way.
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Peregrine wraps her arms around herself. Her voice is scratchy when she next speaks. ]
He looked...a lot like Mumble. When they brought him in, for...for identification. [ It was obvious to everyone she had some experience with it, hypothermia. Obvious that it was personal for her. So— ] I never— I didn't...tell Connor, exactly, but... He seemed to get it? Without me even...saying anything, after that, he—
...He came and found me.