[TLV] IC Inbox

[keephersafe]

Um...

*beep*

Comments

audio a little after R's revival;

[malicieux]

This isn't exactly an ideal way for temporary pairings to meet, but seeing as you've had a rude welcome to the Barge and the next few days will be unpleasant, there's no time like the present to make introductions. Shall I come see you or do you prefer no visitors?

[keephersafe]

[Oh..?

Oh, right. This part of things. He clears his throat before answering.]

You can come. It's... not that bad, really.

[Sure, he's sore and uncomfortable and his head is pounding, amongst other things, but he's definitely felt worse.]

[malicieux]

Is there anything I can bring you? Books, records, something to help pass the time?

[keephersafe]

[He perks up slightly around half way through the suggestions.]

I like records.

[R is a bit of a purist when it comes to music. Records, in his opinion, just sound better.]

I d-don't have a... a player, though.

Private | Voice (after pairing announcements)

[neverwaitslong]

[She'll call him with her usual plan in mind, of reaching out on here, and looking for him in person if he doesn't reply.]

Hello, I'm Ulla. The Admiral has paired us for the month. Would you mind meeting me to talk? You're welcome in my cabin, or I can come meet you.

[keephersafe]

[It's just as well for Ulla that she doesn't need to go hunting for him - he replies in the next half hour.]

Talk? [His voice is soft, a little breathy.] About what?

[neverwaitslong]

If there's anything you need, whether you're settling into the Barge alright.

I've been here five years, half of that as an inmate. So if you have any questions, I want to answer those, too.

[keephersafe]

Oh, um.

[Given it's been over a month now he thinks he's got a decent handle on things.]

No questions. I'm... doing okay.

Post-Ellie

[fifthofthecovenant]

Chase walks the poor possibly-undead guy out of the dining hall once he gets Ellie all settled with her actual temporary warden. "So. Sorry you had to get almost stabbed by my previous kindof-inmate like that."

[keephersafe]

R is, probably understandably, not really thrilled with the entire thing. He stays quiet as he follows beside Chase and glances at him when he speaks, shrugging a little in response.

"Wasn't y-your fault."

[fifthofthecovenant]

"I mean, if you want to be technical about it, keeping my inmate from attacking other inmates is kind of part of my job," Chase counters, but it's casually. He's not blaming himself too badly, here. "I'm probably more sorry that you're stuck with me for the rest of the week."

[keephersafe]

There's just another small shrug to that. R doesn't think it was Chase's fault that Ellie flipped out, but he sure doesn't have the speech ability to start debating with him about it.

"Mmh." The fact R isn't much of a talker due to obvious speech impediments has probably made itself clear by now. "That's okay."

Feeling more sorry for you, honestly, buddy.

[fifthofthecovenant]

And Chase is going to keep nudging him to talk, too. Sorry, dude. "What's your cabin like?" he asks. "Mine's basically a bedroom with attached bathroom. We're going to have to keep to one or the other until this flood's over." He has no idea what a thinking-type zombie's cabin would look like. Does he sleep?

[keephersafe]

Another small, clearly awkward little shrug.

"N-nothing s... special."

And Chase is going to have to shake off the idea that he's a zombie pretty quick, too... Along with a few other people, it seems like.

He's not particularly attached to his cabin as of yet. There isn't much in there to make it his. He does sleep, though.

"Yours is fine."

[fifthofthecovenant]

Chase can, unfortunately, be a bit likely to stick with his own thoughts until he's corrected. At least he's not judging R's character for it? There are vampires and werewolves and witches, he can be friendly with other forms of undead, no problem. Or as friendly as he ever gets.

"Do you need to get anything from yours? We should swing by at least." And he can see if the place is horrible and offer to fix it, if it is.

[keephersafe]

He shakes his head.

"No, nothing."

It doesn't look like he's intending to head in that direction either, with that stated. The cabin is... fine. Fit enough for purpose. R really doesn't need all that much.

Sigh...

"I could eat."

Might be a little hungry, actually.

[fifthofthecovenant]

"Eating it is, then." He's gonna see that cabin eventually, buddy.

Still, food. Which means... stopping. Because they had just left the dining hall. He doesn't have any food squirreled away in his own cabin right now, so that's the only real place to go. "So can I ask what exactly... happened to you? To make Ellie think you're going to start biting people." He pauses, as he's turning back, and adds, "You can say no, if you want. You don't owe me anything."

[keephersafe]

There is a very good chance he will not, in fact, see the cabin... though mostly because R doesn't really have any feelings about it.

The question, such as it is, is a fair one and is answered with a small shrug.

"I was... Dead, f-for a while." He's still not sure exactly how long. About ten years, by what he's been able to work out. "Some people... they can s-see it." A sigh. "I'm not Dead now."

[fifthofthecovenant]

"That's awesome. Not being dead is great." He still looks kind of dead, so it's not really "some people", but maybe that kind of thing lingers. He opens the door to the dining hall, which has thankfully cleared out some now in the wake of the Admiral's announcement. "I'll make sure Ellie knows to leave you alone," he adds, holding the door for R. "I'm guessing she's got people who are dead in her world who're dangerous."

[keephersafe]

Only a little dead! More like 'death warmed over' than an actual walking corpse, though people more sensitive to the possibilities of the walking dead might not really note the difference.

"'S fine." Another shrug. He does do a lot of that. "I'm not... angry at her."

[fifthofthecovenant]

Technically, Chase's magic leans as much into necromancy as it does into telekinetics, maybe that's why it seems so obvious to him.

"Then you're a way better person than me, because I'd be angry," Chase comments. "Sitting there doing nothing and random kid lunges at me with a knife? Then you got thrown into the air by some weirdo? I'd be pissed off."

[keephersafe]

"Hmm."

He isn't ignorant of the fact that said weirdo is currently talking with him and he's going to be stuck with the guy for the next few days. That could be interesting, for sure...

"Already h-happened. So... why be angry." Shrug. "S-she was scared."

[fifthofthecovenant]

"Like I said, better person than me. And I've been scared before and didn't immediately launch into stabbing a guy." Of course, that was a long time ago. Maybe he'd be different now. If he was scared of anything.

He turns to the counter and the food options. "So what are you thinking? I already had lunch, while I was waiting for the announcement, but I can definitely have dessert."

[keephersafe]

Generally speaking, R is not fussy about food. It's not because he doesn't need it - he does, as much as any living person does - but because he can't really taste it all that much and so it's really only a matter of eating because it's necessary to do so.

He casts his eyes over what's available and just picks up a plain sandwich.

"This is fine."

No brains or cannibalism necessary.

[fifthofthecovenant]

He wasn't honestly expecting any brain requirements. R seemed pretty adamant about not hurting people. He considers the sandwich without much judgement, but he does grab a pair of cupcakes from one of Steve Rogers' many baking blitzes. One for each of them. "And dessert," he says, satisfied. "Let's find somewhere to sit. Maybe you can tell me a little about yourself, besides the formerly-dead part."