PCs - Clarte

[moonlightbeast]

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Week 1, Thursday

[moonlightbeast]

[Atsushi is trying to sleep. Key word being 'trying' because he gasps awake after a short while. He sits up in his bed, looking a bit panicked, but he sees that he's in the medbay and it's Clarte there and not a certain someone else. So the shock wears off, and he sighs.]

Sorry. Looking for someone?

[His default is to assume anyone coming near him is looking for someone else. Atsushi your self-esteem.]

[georeject]

[atsushi, no.]

No, I thought I would check up on you. Are you... well, "are you all right" isn't really the question to ask right now, I suppose.

[moonlightbeast]

It's alright, I think I get the sentiment.

[He would be asking exactly the same thing if he weren't hurt right now.]

I'll be alright, thank you.

[georeject]

Is there anything you need right now? You should probably keep resting.

[moonlightbeast]

Rest sounds good, yes.

[His stomach growls.]

...er.

[georeject]

[they laugh gently.]

Unfortunately, I'm not much of a cook, unless you're into boiled eggs... but I can grab some snacks from the game room for you, if you'd like.

[moonlightbeast]

We mostly have ingredients there too.

[It's so horrible, none of the ambers are cooks.]

...you could just...stay a while too?

[georeject]

Sure. [they will sit down on the floor somewhere.] If you need it, I can actually conjure up a bit of food.

[hurray for being verdant.]

[moonlightbeast]

[Hurrah for food, Atsushi does appreciate them.]

Later, maybe. I don't know if I can even keep anything down right now.

[georeject]

That's fair enough. I'm a bit concerned about how long it might've been since all of you last ate or drank anything, but an ordeal probably isn't good for the appetite.

[moonlightbeast]

...this morning? Breakfast?

[How long has it been since then?]

I ate some fruit from the birthday cake, but I'm not sure if that was even real.

[georeject]

[hm. well, good thing they're not going to be locked in any time soon and possibly out of the reach of food, right.

also—]

The birthday cake...?

[moonlightbeast]

We made a cake. Or...I guess Damien made a cake. But I put fruit on it!

[georeject]

I'm afraid I don't follow. [a beat] Also, Damien can bake?

[moonlightbeast]

The fruit was a topping to make it tastier. And yes, he can bake! Surprising, isn't it?

[georeject]

That is actually very endearing, yes. Why were you making a cake in the first place?

[moonlightbeast]

It was Kagemaru's birthday.

[georeject]

Ah, yes.

... And who was Kagemaru, exactly?

1/3

[moonlightbeast]

[He opens his mouth like he's about to answer, but pauses.]

[moonlightbeast]

[moonlightbeast]

...grey...?

[He. Sounds unsure of himself.]

[georeject]

... I take it that you couldn't really see them properly?

[moonlightbeast]

Not really, no. They were sort of just...there. And they looked like an indistinct blob at first, but as we spent more time with them they sharpened up and started to have limbs and such. But it was still difficult to see them.

[georeject]

Hm... a little like the residents' forms at times, then? Marigold doesn't always maintain consistent shape either.

[moonlightbeast]

Sort of like that, yeah. But it grew more distinct as we gave it an identity. Yasusada-san gave it a name, and then the rest of us made a birthday cake for it.