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action cuz we don't have enough threads

[bowliever]

[One night, a few days after Abby arrives, Lev comes creeping into her room. She's still awake, he thinks, the light is still on, while he fell asleep ages ago, tired from running around like a feral child with Nico.

He doesn't even knock, he just swings the door open, one hand sleepily rubbing an eye and his hair tousled from sleep.]

You're still here.

you're so right

[armd]

(yeah, she's still up. she's reading a book she got out of the library, can you believe it? it feels so normal to abby. sitting on her unmade bed, novel in her lap, reading by the light of the desk lamp on her bedside table.

she's hung her firefly pendant from the neck of the lamp, and it dangles down, just brushing the edge of the framed photo there. pride of place, right in the middle. she turns a page, then glances up as the door swings open, closing the book on her thumb to mark her place.)

Hey. (what time is it? seems late. her expression softens at the look on his face. is he checking on her? she leans forward a little to pat the end of her bed.)

Yeah, I'm still here. Can't sleep?

[bowliever]

[He always checks on her. She just doesn't know because he can usually glance over at her from his bed, make sure she's okay, and then go back to sleep without alerting her.

Now he has his own room. It's nice. But waking up and not seeing Abby despite knowing she was there stirred some anxiety in him. He pads over, still rubbing his eye, and drops down onto the bed next to her.]

I was sleeping. Then I woke up.

[It is pretty late. Guess that was a good book.]

KRIMASSS

[bowliever]

[It's the day.

The day that he can finally give everyone the gifts that he spent so long carefully collecting and carefully wrapping in shiny paper.

So unlike his usual sleepy teen self that would sleep past 10 AM, he wakes up bright and early at 7 AM and goes over to Abby's room to find her asleep. It's funny, he's not usually awake before her.

Time for that to change.

He reaches over and gives her a good hard prod in the cheek.]

Abby. Wake up.

merry crisis

[armd]

(oh, what a lovely way to wake up after only falling asleep a handful of hours before. at least lev doesn't have to poke her twice; her eyes jolt open immediately, and she blinks a couple time, blearily.)

What. (her voice is low, sleep hoarse; she pushes herself up immediately, as if ready to throw herself out of bed until she fully registers what's going on. it's just lev, standing beside her bed on christmas morning. nothing else.

abby yawns, and rubs her eyes. gives him a tired grin.) Hey. Merry Christmas. What time is it?

[bowliever]

Dunno. Early.

[Oh no, she's making him yawn too. Except, he's gotta stay awake. He rubs his eyes and then jumps onto her bed, sorry if you get hit with a stray elbow Abs. In his arms, is a package wrapped in bright wrapping paper, clutched tightly like it's precious.]

But it's Christmas. So today is important.

text; adds to our approximately 1 million ongoing threads sorry; also forward date to the 14th

[laruetheday]

are you 21

never be sorry for this

[armd]

I am 22

are you 21

[laruetheday]

no i'm 19

look i need you to buy me a nice bottle of
an alcohol
i'll give you money

on the 14th

[theunluckygirl]

[Abby will find a heart-shaped box of variety chocolate (it at least has a helpful little chocolate map on the underside of the top to show what chocolates are where) and an hand-written note.]

Dearest Abby,

I'm afraid I didn't know what kind of sweets you preferred, or if you even liked them much at all. There's still so much I don't know about you: What you like, what you don't like, or your favorite color or favorite food. I look forward to learning each of these things about you, however, and I can't wait to know more.

You're the most wonderful person I've met here. I'm so happy we met, though I wish it could have been in a better world. The more I think of it, however, the more I don't think that matters. You make this world better for me simply by being in it at the same time as I am.

I really am rambling on, I apologize. I hope you enjoy the chocolate. If not, I'm sure Lev would like to have some too (you WILL share, won't you? I suppose I can't get blame you if you don't, however.)

Happy Valentine's Day.

With Love,
Jennifer.

ummm this is backdated to january please i am so slow sorry

[obitus]

[Hello Abby how do you feel about receiving impromptu and context free audio messages like:] Do you know what to do about frostbite?

no wuckas mate ♡

[armd]

(hey! not great!)

Uhhhhh. (abby draws the sound out while she's thinking, giving her knuckles an absentminded crack,) Yeah, you– need to warm the skin, but slowly. Warm water is best, not hot.

Why.

(and then, with slight urgency,) Are you okay? What happened?

[obitus]

[Score! He guessed correctly!

Granted he should maybe go turn the temperature down a little, but.]

Okay, but what about after that? How do you know when the skin is okay again?

[Okay, so there's no avoiding this and he knew there wouldn't be, going in. Just rip the band-aid off!!] It's Lev. Uh, his fingers. Got... frostbite. [Very descriptive. Very helpful.]

audio | un: nico

[obitus]

[This is about to be really awkward probably, but also Clarisse held him not getting her a Christmas present even though she got him one over his head months after the fact, so this is his only chance to even the playing field!!!]

What would you get Clarisse for her birthday? If you were, uh, me.

[Abby definitely knows her better than he does, mostly because he and Clarisse can't be in a room together for longer than 20 minutes without trying to bite each other's heads off (as Abby has unfortunately definitely witnessed by now.)]

oh my god. audio

[armd]

(what is this message. abby actually takes a moment to have a tiny laugh over it before she clicks her fluid on to give him a proper reply and even then she can't resist giving him shit:)

A black sports bra with a skull on it.

[obitus]

[A VERY FLUSTERED MOMENT OF SILENCE!!!! Before he realizes she's being sarcastic. LISTEN.]

Ha ha. [Thank the gods it's just audio, and he can pretend he was very Cool and Nonchalant that whole time.] If you don't have any ideas you can just say that. [He means please help, honest!]

Video | UN: [an unintellgible set of keysmashes] | Deathday

[cuddlery]

[Scorpia had been out in the mist just on a quick sweep to check for supplies and anyone in need in aid. Or at least, she expected it to be over with quickly.

She didn't expect to find this. She didn't expect her new world to crumble.

Scorpia saw something by a ruined wall and came closer to get a better look. And then she just stared for a moment, processing that what she was looking at was an actual person, covered in blood and lying there. Not moving. She has a bad feeling immediately, feeling the breath evacuate her lungs anxiously. But she still tries. She kneels down besides the body, rocking and prodding and checking it. A gentle pinch of the wrist shows no pulse; and pressing an ear towards the chest shows no heartbeat.

And being so close to this person, she knows she's seen his face before. They haven't truly met, but she's seen that face before. On drawings that litter the fridge. Scorpia remembers seeing them and realizing that she has a fierce rival in the world of art...! And now the artist himself is lying there, not moving, and suddenly the world feels so much colder and darker. There's a sinking in her stomach, an emptiness within her at this realization. It's Lev. He's gone, and there's nothing she can do.

No, there is something she can do. Or something she has to do. She has to know. She has to tell her! Scorpia scrambles for her Fluid clumsily, and she frantically dials up Abby. Tears stream down her eyes as she looks down into the video feed.]

Abby! Abby, you have to get over here. [No trace of mirth remains in her expression. Just desperation and sorrow.] I- I'm so sorry!

audio; un: abs

[armd]

(later, abby isn't going to remember this part. how she scrambled to her feet in the wake of scorpia's distressing message, shoved her feet into her shoes and slung her pack up onto her shoulder. as if she isn't well-rehearsed; whole thing would have taken less than a minute. she thinks she yelled out to somebody on the threshold, maybe clarisse, or that she shouted that she'd be back later to the house at large– the whole thing has blurred out upon recollection. because what happened then wasn't important.

she does remember sending a message to lev though because at that point, lev was still alive. he was out that day in the mist helping out with the wastes, so abby sent him a quick message to let him know she was going out, just in case he got back to find her gone. and then she snapped her fluid onto her wrist to reply to scorpia, pulling up her message before she broke out into a jog.

trying to recall it, now. the image of scorpia in wide-eyed, miserable panic, burnt on the backs of her eyelids.

abby had never seen her look like that before.)

Leaving the house. Where are you?

[cuddlery]

[She struggles to keep the Fluid from slipping out of her pincers, but she knows how important it is to focus on this call. To get Abby over here right away! Maybe there's something she overlooked, maybe Abby can help! ...And if she can't, it feels important that she's here. Scorpia might not be very familiar with death, but she can tell this much.]

A-about four blocks to the east... by the wreck of some place. [Each word comes out shaky. It's a struggle to get any words out. Luckily, Scorpia's managed to hold onto enough of her training to accurately convey her location to Abby. With hope, it might not be too long.]

Abby, it- [It's almost like she's choking, as she struggles to get the words out, within tears. And as she articulates it, says it out loud, it banishes any doubt that might have lingered that this body could have been anyone other than the boy she saw in the drawings.]

-It's Lev.

at night, during the week of lev's death

[bowliever]

[There's something outside her window. It's not the first night it's been there, but perhaps it's the first night she noticed it.

A young deer. A young buck, so young that its horns are just tiny little nubs on his forehead. He's small, but eye catching because his body seems to reflect the world around him, like water in a shallow pool, small plants grow out, not on, his body covering the fading spots on his haunches. Little mushrooms and ferns grow when each tiny hoof touches the ground.

He hovers near the edge of the house, close to the shrine of the Prophet that Lev had kept so faithfully clean and safe despite the destruction all around them.]

:(

[armd]

(likewise, it isn't the first night that abby has woken up with a start in a wash of cold sweat. the nightmares are swings and roundabouts; currently they skew both frequently and nastier because she has new material to work with, but they'll lessen again. eventually. she hopes she isn't waking anybody else in the house up every night, she has no idea if she's yelling or not.

she wipes her eyes as she sits up, exhaling roughly. checking her fluid for the time: almost four in the morning... she could go back to sleep and– what, have another dream about lev's empty eyes, and her hands tacky with his blood? yeah. that's not going to happen.

so she swings her legs to the side of her bed, and sighs, and rubs the back of her neck. and, glancing up, notices something outside the window. something with a soft, almost ethereal glow to it. abby pushes up from the mattress slowly, with sluggish, sleepy movements, and squints through the dark.

is it... a deer?)

[bowliever]

[It is a deer.

It wanders around the statue of the Prophet, nosing it, sniffing at the grass around it, not eating, but as though doing the act of eating.

Eventually, it drops down next to the statue, curling up at its feet like it brings comfort to be close it it. Little ferns sprout all around the base of the shrine.]

dumb text for u but pretend it's from before clarisse moved in

[laruetheday]

haha i feel like im in danger

pretends i DO see it

[armd]

Isn't that the elevator that's never worked like the whole time you've been there

[laruetheday]

yes

should i go see what the "clunk" is?