001 [action/telepathy]

[lamortespoir]

action: around the base, at night - anytime this month;

[ Maybe you can't sleep. Maybe you're up talking to your roommates, or maybe you've decided to visit the washroom - whatever it is, you're traveling the base at night and it might be just the slightest bit creepy. What makes it a bit worse is by how there's footsteps traveling towards you - they're heavy, suggesting boots, with no other sound to give a clue as to who it is. Heavy and purposeful, coming closer and closer -

- then the person responsible turns the corner ahead, revealing it to be Sanson holding a handmade lantern. ]

Do you need anything?

[ He nods slightly, ice-blue eyes glittering in the dull red light.

Yes, he doesn't sleep. Feel free to wake up finding him in your room with said lantern, or even.... peering at your face. From the minimum distance required to be polite. He needs to make sure you're still breathing, okay!! ]

telepathy, 7/16;

[ His message comes at evening, when most people are likely to be resting. It's delivered in the same deadpan, careful tone that he usually speaks with - but he deliberates more than normal this time, and it's noticeable. ]

I have a question to ask of everyone. Does anyone here pray regularly? It does not matter to who. Please let me know, if you do.

[ Maybe he is lonely. Even with the warm reception he's received here, he still feels... a little out of it, as it is. ]

action: medbay - also anytime this month;

[ Need a checkup? Or just some treatment for scrapes on island trips? Sanson's your man. He is usually in the medbay sorting out his materials, or otherwise in the laboratory testing out some new reagents. He's there almost 24/7 so just drop in anytime. ]

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action: night

[oneandmikleonly]

[it's early in the month, after access to the dreamscape fades but before Mikleo goes to the Void and calls up a dragon.

he's actually in the kitchen when Sanson finds him in the wee hours, only the central lighting on; too restless to sleep tonight, he's decided to do some cleaning. he's got his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and he's giving the place an extremely thorough scrubdown, with heavily diluted bleach and globes of water he's summoning out of the air to splash over the offending surfaces occasionally. there are puddles on the floor from this exercise, but it looks like he just intends to deal with them last and get any dirt washed off the counters that way; there's a mop leaned up in the corner.

he freezes in surprise when Sanson pokes his head in and asks, but calms in a moment when he sees who it is.]

Just for people to be a little less messy when they try to fry their fish, mostly. Isn't it kind of late to be making rounds?

[lamortespoir]

[ There is about three seconds of pause as Sanson's gaze sweeps around the room, from the still-stained counter to the water on the floor, then back to the clean parts of the counter and finally to Mikleo's face for proper conversation. ]

I do not sleep. I can help you.

[ Though he seems hesitant to step in, lantern-free hand picking at his trenchcoat to lift it up a little. There is a lot of water - he has no magic like Mikleo does, only his own hands. Perhaps he may be hindering instead. ]

[oneandmikleonly]

Er--thank you.

[he almost asked 'are you sure?,' but Sanson did offer first...he glances around himself, looking slightly sheepish, then offers the mop.]

I'm done with that side if you'd like to start with the floor there...sorry. I forget there are other people on the base that don't always sleep at night, either, so I wasn't as careful as I could have been with the artes.

[lamortespoir]

I can do that. It will not be a problem.

[ It probably will at some point, but he's confident that he will be careful enough not to slip. Taking the mop from Mikleo, he starts working on the floor from one side of the room. ]

... did you learn this magic? Or is it inborn for you?

[ He's curious, if anything else. ]

action; base

[octoroom]

[Being a light sleeper generally, Fukami isn't certain what woke him up tonight-- just that he woke up and could sleep no longer. Slipping out of the room now his own, he makes his way down the hall, rubbing his fingers between his eyebrows and thinking he'll just make some tea, when he hears footsteps.

He's hardly one to get unnerved, so he stops and waits for the owner of the footsteps to appear. His tentacles squirm, though, muscles bunching under skin like they're prepared to strike.

But it's just Sanson. The red light makes him eerie, but Fukami's expression remains unruffled.]

...Not in particular. I am going to the kitchen. [...] What of yourself?

[lamortespoir]

[ Seeing Fukami show zero reaction to his wraithlike conduct is exactly what he would have expected. ]

I am making rounds. I do not sleep. I can help you.

[ It helps him pass the time, in any case. One can only spend so much time in the laboratory before one starts seeing plants whenever one closes their eyes. ]

[octoroom]

[They're truly stoic comrades.]

You don't sleep, at all?

[But he'll beckon with a tentacle-- come along if you like, Sanson... there's not much help he needs, though. He's just gonna make some tea.]

[lamortespoir]

[ Why show excessive emotion when they can get straight to the important things? ]

I do not. [ And for good reason, too. Back home, if the base was ambushed while he slept... that would have been unthinkable. ] I can keep watch while others rest.

[ He follows, footsteps echoing along the hallway. If Fukami needs to put the kettle on, he could help - but if not, he would just wait until the tea is made before pouring himself a cup.

That's allowed, right? ]

telepathy.

[intranslatability]

i do. [ the woman's voice is warm and friendly, intrigued by the question he had raised and- and she loved the fact she could talk to other people.

of course she's going to take the oppurtunity to speak with someone else if it came up! ] i'm christian. converted when i was around eighteen or so.

yo!!!

[lamortespoir]

[ There is about five seconds of pause before he replies, mental voice tinted with noticeably more emotion - as if he is trying to hold something back. ]

I, too, am watched over by God. I am from France. We can pray together.

[ His belief has never wavered. God will sanction his hand as long as he keeps himself just. ]

yes!!!!

[intranslatability]

i would love that. it's been some time since i had a chance to pray the psalms. [ it had been difficult to get ada to visit a church or chapel since they had joined one another.

it was rare for her to meet someone else who shared that with her. with how happy the two of them are in discussing this, maybe ada will be less resistant to the idea of participating in it with her. ] i'm eveline. it's a pleasure to meet you.

action; medbay; 7/7 I guess

[splinten]

[From Sanson's fussiest patient, Dirk has become, well, one of the most frequent. Whenever he gets injured in a stupid fight, whether it's a practice Strife with Jake or a bad encounter with the sealife, Dirk obediently heads on over to the medbay.

He can't upset his brother by being constantly injured?? It's the only way.

This time he shows up with a broken nose, some bruises and cuts, and no shades. He lifts a hand in a salute to Sanson.]

Sorry for the trouble.

[He is always the trouble.]

i'm laughing.... such a good tag

[lamortespoir]

[ Always the trouble, indeed. It's almost become a ritual for the two of them, Sanson seeing Dirk every time he gets injured and then healing him. He knows Dirk would probably not want Dave to see him in a bandaged state, and it's a unspoken preference that he has no qualms about fulfilling. ]

What happened this time?

[ He motions for Dirk to take a seat while he starts pulling various things out of drawers and boxes. The usual. ]

Teenaged Nuisance Regularly Bothers Old French Executioner for HP Potions

[splinten]

[Dirk obediently sits, arms folded in front of him.]

Fistfight.

[At least the fracture has itself already been set in place. Dirk always watches Sanson with alertness. He couldn't use Sanson's healing magic, but as someone who grew up fixing his own injuries, he always wants to learn from others how to help himself better.]

action: the base!

[forsage]

[ roderic nearly chokes to death on whatever he's chewing on upon the surprise, coughing and wheezing as he tries to pull himself together. ]

-Jesus, Doc. Give me a bit of a warning before you go doing that.

[ from their last encounter, he looks much better. almost. the shadows are back under his eyes but he's stringing together full sentences at least. ] I- I can't sleep well these days. Thought taking a walk could help in that.

[ this man works only on extremes. ]

I LOVE THIS ONE

[lamortespoir]

[ Sanson contemplates whether to give a few helpful hits to Roderic's back, but the youth seems to be recovering quite quickly. ]

My apologies. [ He had been about to add something else, but that train of thought is discarded rapidly in favour of focusing on his friend's condition. Last month had Sanson see him sleeping very much, and now it looked like the complete opposite. ]

I will walk with you. [ That's... not even a question. It's a statement. ] You can talk to me.

[ It's probably stress, he thinks. ]

I WANT THEM TO HANG OUT MORE

[forsage]

[ he's been around lia and ackerly long enough to know when something is a question or a fact.

'i will walk with you' sounds like a hell of a fact and he knows better than to annoy doctors. they know how to poke you real bad. ] Sure. Wouldn't mind the company.

[ he really wouldn't mind. in between accidentally causing trouble for people and helping out with others' projects, roderic has been keeping to himself for the last weeks.

something about incident with the dreamscape earlier in the month spooked him pretty good. it can be seen with how he rubs his eyes and suppresses a yawn, refusing to fall asleep no matter how much his body needs it. suck it body. ]

You, um, been holding up?

action; base

[ninepercent]

[Andrew is a very light sleeper by nature. So light that even the slightest touch would have him jerking violently awake. Sleeping in a room full of people who are no better than strangers makes his sleep even more restless than usual.

Needless to say, having a man leaning over him with a lantern is more than enough to have him waking up in a start, arms striking out to push away his perceived attacker.]

What the hell?

[lamortespoir]

[ Sanson reflexively steps back when Andrew wakes - there's a frown on his expression, but he's more annoyed with himself than anyone else. ]

Good, you are breathing.

[ he thought you were dead for a second there ]

I apologize. I did not know you were so sensitive.

action; night earlier in the month

[mistimed]

[The sea is still calling to her. What if there's something from her past hidden in the waters, buried in the sand that litter the darkness of the sea? What if the demonic miasma has covered the sea floor? How will she know if she doesn't look.

Enough time has passed that it's easier to resist, but sometimes, when things are quiet, Horō feels sick, like something inside her in unfulfilled.

Red light isn't exactly a soothing presence in the halls, and she approaches Sanson as if he may be a threat. Her hand only leaves the grip of her rifle when he fully comes into view.]

That's all right, [she says, her voice even flatter than normal.] I'm only trying to figure out where I am going.

horou!!! hello

[lamortespoir]

[ It's not difficult to tell that Horou had been holding on to her weapon. But Sanson doesn't give an indication that it meant anything to him - he is aware that his manner can be unsettling, and he trusts that she will look before she shoots. ]

You do not know?

[ He's not surprised, but it also makes him slightly concerned. ]

Are you looking for something?

hello!!

[mistimed]

[Confirming him for nothing suspicious at present, she relaxes fully. She doesn't answer right away, thinking of the dreamy festival she left behind upon awakening on this planet, how something calls her back to it.]

Answers.

[Karkat had suggested she hit herself on the head to see if her memories returned to her, but what if the answer is something else? Perhaps only another descent can set her might straight. Horō blinks twice, slowly.]

Do you know anything about the dimensions of this world's ocean? It seems impossibly big given the wildlife and the depth of the sea floor.

around the base... it is time

[splasher]

[makoto just about almost loses his soul when someone appears around the corner. however, the person speaks, and makoto is certain it isn't a ghoul of any kind... still, his heart is unbearably light with fright, thump-thumping against his chest at high speed.]

Nnn...

[he can't really complain... he, too, was out and about in the base. it's not this person's fault that he is a coward when it comes to these kind of situations.]

Ju-just going to, get some wa-water...

it is!!

[lamortespoir]

[ There is about a three-second pause before Sanson speaks. ]

I can come with you.

[ He knows he's probably spooked Makoto, and there's a part of him that feels guilt - but another, stronger part simply tells him that it can't be helped. That's just how he is. ]

I apologise, if I have startled you.

[ This he says after another few moments, as if an afterthought. ]

[splasher]

[makoto has no heart to deny anyone from coming with him, when they offer so politely, despite the creepy ambient circumstances. so, he nods, and walks alongside sanson towards the water filtering machine.]

It's alright! It's a little difficult to get used to the base at nighttime... I should be more prepared for it...