( it feels like such a stupid question. it is. no one's okay, right? but he just. if he messages people, he won't focus so much on the music and the exhaustion. )
[ Alex had no idea how long he'd been asleep, and honestly, he didn't really care. A long time, and even then it still didn't feel like enough to make up the week he'd gone without. But it was a hell of a lot better than he had felt earlier.
The music was off but the songs kept playing in his head, even in his dreams, and he woke up almost humming Don't Stop Believing. He quit it as soon as he noticed he was doing it with a sigh.
He slowly sat up, still groggy, and leaned his back against the wall. Everyone was gone, save for Bobbie - who was curled up on the mattress against the other wall on the opposite side of the room. He couldn't help the pang in his chest, recognizing the distance between them. They'd had no trouble just passing out next to each other, before Kovacs and the Observation deck and that agonising discussion. Before the kiss.
Christ, he was an idiot.
His stomach growled at him, and he considered just quietly slipping away to go get breakfast, but the two of them got breakfast together every morning. And as much as he kind of wanted to avoid the hell out of it, sometimes, he also did not want to look like he was avoiding it. So he'd made sure to keep acting as if nothing had happened. (To an extent.)
So instead of getting up, he cleared his throat lowly. ]
[Bobbie can't remember the last time she's slept this long—long enough to have a vague headache and to be hungry as hell. She doesn't wake up until Alex clears her throat, and it takes her a second to figure out why he's all the way across the room. Oh, right.
She pushes herself upright, running a hand through her hair and biting back a sigh. Things are awkward between them now, just like she was afraid of.]
[ Amos had wandered off, but Alex was still feeling pretty disoriented, and he wasn't totally sure he was up to wandering around the decks, yet. Instead, he stripped down his jumpsuit to his waist so that he could get a good look at the healing fork stab wound on his arm. It had already healed up a lot, on the Behemoth, but it looked like almost nothing more than a scar, now. It was still sore, though, and he winced a little as he moved his arm around. ]
[Bobbie's been camped out in the med bay since she found out Alex climbed into one of the pods for some god forsaken reason, but eventually she has to eat. She isn't gone long--just enough time to grab some food and come back, but when she does, Alex is there, out of the pod and awake. She's so shocked she nearly drops the plate she's holding.]
Alex? What--
[She cuts herself off when she sees the scar on his arm. It looks recent. Bobbie dumps the plate on a nearby chair and crosses the last of the space between them, reaching for his arm automatically.]
[ He knocked on the door, the knock not quite as hard as it had been a few days ago, when almost his entire arm was metal, but not quite as soft as it would be if he was fully recovered. Not that anyone could see it - he wrapped his hands up and kept his jumpsuit zipped up the entire way, the MCRN logo still proud and clear on his chest. That part of him was well kept, even if he was falling into disarray in other ways. ]
It's me. [ He murmured to the door. He knew she didn't really want to see anyone, but he also knew she'd let him in anyway. ]
[She doesn't want to see anyone, but as in all things, Alex is an exception. Bobbie finds herself relieved to hear his voice, and there's no point in keeping him out now, not when whatever seems to have infected them is going away. She's still got her hands wrapped, herself, although she's less put together than he is when she answers the door. Her hair is pulled back into a messy ponytail rather than its usual bun, and her jumpsuit is a bit rumpled. To tell the truth, she hasn't had much energy for anything else, and her head is still pounding with the remnants of that nasty fever.]
[ Wandering back to Bobbie's room was routine and natural, these days, though Alex seemed a little lost in his own thoughts on the way, and didn't notice the way he was fiddling with his fingers, as if trying to twist at the ring that wasn't there.
He needed something new to fiddle with.
Once they were back in the room and the door closed behind them, he cleared his throat, and gave Bobbie a careful, searching, look. He wet his lips. ]
[Bobbie's been lost in thought too. To be honest, she doesn't know what to think of any of it. Her gut says it was all bullshit, but with all the weird crap that's happened on this station, she's hesitant to dismiss anything out of hand. She shrugs.]
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i keep wondering if you're a gryffindor or a hufflepuff
do they have harry potter on mars?
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god i can't even tag correctly rn
u do everything right
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I think you should come see this.
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I'm a recent arrival, reading the network I came across your post about physical training? I'd like to enlist, if you're still inclined.
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who's driving you crazy?
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i fucked up the timeline don't look at me
lmao it's okay i didn't know anyway
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~ 62 hours into the music | un: botanist
( it feels like such a stupid question. it is. no one's okay, right? but he just. if he messages people, he won't focus so much on the music and the exhaustion. )
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couldn't be much worse, but i'm not dying, so that's something.
what about you?
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Post Music Event
The music was off but the songs kept playing in his head, even in his dreams, and he woke up almost humming Don't Stop Believing. He quit it as soon as he noticed he was doing it with a sigh.
He slowly sat up, still groggy, and leaned his back against the wall. Everyone was gone, save for Bobbie - who was curled up on the mattress against the other wall on the opposite side of the room. He couldn't help the pang in his chest, recognizing the distance between them. They'd had no trouble just passing out next to each other, before Kovacs and the Observation deck and that agonising discussion. Before the kiss.
Christ, he was an idiot.
His stomach growled at him, and he considered just quietly slipping away to go get breakfast, but the two of them got breakfast together every morning. And as much as he kind of wanted to avoid the hell out of it, sometimes, he also did not want to look like he was avoiding it. So he'd made sure to keep acting as if nothing had happened. (To an extent.)
So instead of getting up, he cleared his throat lowly. ]
You up, Gunny?
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She pushes herself upright, running a hand through her hair and biting back a sigh. Things are awkward between them now, just like she was afraid of.]
I'm up. Feeling better?
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un: tekimang (after the music stops and everybody finally gets some sleep)
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when's the last time you saw him?
i've been looking for alex all morning
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forward dated to morning of the 21st, 48 hours after Alex's disappearance
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Alex? What--
[She cuts herself off when she sees the scar on his arm. It looks recent. Bobbie dumps the plate on a nearby chair and crosses the last of the space between them, reaching for his arm automatically.]
What the hell happened?
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id: botanist | forward dated to stage 3
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actually can't remember doing much worse.
what about you?
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action;
It's me. [ He murmured to the door. He knew she didn't really want to see anyone, but he also knew she'd let him in anyway. ]
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Hey.
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post seance, in bobbie's room
He needed something new to fiddle with.
Once they were back in the room and the door closed behind them, he cleared his throat, and gave Bobbie a careful, searching, look. He wet his lips. ]
So?
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I don't know what the hell I just saw.
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