Zeitgeist Session 4: Ziggurat Aftermath

[infinitereboot]

Pros: Boy deployed, objectives mostly accomplished.

Cons: Trauma, injury, that whole mission from a fey titan thing. At least the boat's still there.

It's been a day.

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CUDDLE TIEM as PROMISED

[quietcreativity]

They decide to spend the night at the dig site, and she can't complain because she still feels like she'd been kicked in the chest by a horse or similarly large mammal (and her shirt and vest can support such feelings). A n y w a y. They've set up in a tent, everyone relegated to their own space for the night.

She really does try. Stares at the roof of the tent, practices fingering for her flute, thinks about poems she's heard, ponders what the next iteration of Floyd the Boy might be -- but as soon as her mind begins to wander, her vision is flashed to Mona'a panic-stricken face, to Marcel staring at her in abject horror, wand in hand.

Hoya sniffs, tears hidden under a hiccup, and gets up. She tiptoes to who she thinks is least likely to send her away, or at least who is closest, and kneels beside them. She's probably a little too close for comfort when she pokes them gently.

"Psst," (not crying, she is not crying!!), "are you awake?"

Re: CUDDLE TIEM as PROMISED

[secretstardust]

A voice calls out. Mona turns the words in her mind. It’s another moment before she realizes it wasn’t her fae spirit that had spoken. She blinks a few times, her eyes feeling dry. When was the last time she had blinked? With a groan she sits up slightly and quickly spots the familiar and wild mane of the gnome.

“Oh, Hoya…” Mona’s focus lasers in on her face despite the darkness of the tent, not daring to think about the scar Hoya may now have. Or the way she had looked cradled in the druid’s arms. Or the task ahead of them set by the fae titan. Or--

Her eye clamp shut as her brow creases heavily for a moment. Mona’s expression softens when she looks at Hoya again. “You can’t sleep either?”

[infinitereboot]

Cleone hasn't been resting well herself, exhausted from the day but unable to cross the threshold into proper sleep. It's a frustrating thing, hovering just on the edge of sleep, but it does ensure that she's very much awake when Hoya starts nudging people.

Mona's already up, apparently also having had difficulty with getting some shuteye. No surprise, given the day they've had. "That makes three of us," she murmurs. She doesn't get up yet, just in case the movement disturbs anyone who has managed sleep, but she does open her eyes to make it clear that she's awake.