Mostly Closed Catch-all for November

[azurestar]

Who: Lance (azurestar) and CR
What: Catch-all for November, after this
When: All of November
Where: Prufrock, Cellar Door, Crenshaw

Content Warnings: discussion of death, murder, trauma/ptsd, psychosis, past torture

( ooc: this is a catchall for Lance this November after his conflict with Reaper and then Maul, though I am trying to keep my new threads this month limited in number, if you have CR with Lance already you are welcome to come plot something with me here or on plurk at spypigeon and we can start something here in this log or I may ask to wait till next month while I get his inbox more caught up and under control if I've already got too much going on, either way I'm happy to plot always! )

Comments

[azurestar]

[Lance is still and silent for a long moment as he swallows down his emotions and shoves them in a box, and he nods.]

Yeah, sure.

[There's something blocking him from saying more, he can't identify it. A feeling of insecurity, lack of safety, and he doesn't know why. Part of him reasons that they are standing out in the middle of the woods, that's not exactly safe and he did just hack up a bunch of blue mushrooms that might have suffocated him. He lets out a breath and tries to summon some energy into his hand to start cutting down another tree, then winces and stops.]

Keeping busy focuses the mind. So I'm cleaning up the mess… I think The Tower fixed the worst of it… [He lets out a huff and assesses the tree, trying to figure out how to get it down quick without his powers.] Who knows why it wasn't all of it, though.

[droptheious]

I don't think questioning the Pthumerians will get us anywhere. They seem to do whatever they want, whenever they want. No rhyme or reason.

[He continues to watch Lance, worried, unsettled. He can't even argue with what Lance is doing, because isn't this how he tends to deal with his own pain? Throwing himself into work because it was easier to focus on that than everything going on in his own head? ]

Just make sure to not work yourself to nothing. None of us want that.

[azurestar]

Seems like it.

[He lets out a breath and then after a pause where he grits his teeth against a lot of emotional turmoil that he swallows down, he nods. A shallow breath is heaved, one that sounds wet and ragged and he tries to summon energy again… it appears and then he lets it go, feeling the strain on his damaged cells. Then he begrudgingly admits he's not good enough to figure this out…]

I guess… I could use some help with this tree if you've… got a saw or something.

wrap?

[droptheious]

[Give him a second, he's going to dig around in his backpack of holding and pull out...yeah, a saw. Just in his bag. Loose. With the chemicals. Like you do. ]

Sure thing, I got a saw! Let's uh... get to fixing this up.

wrap

[azurestar]

[Lance just sort of gives that saw and where it came from a flat look… but he does not have the mental capacity to get into that right now.]

Right… we'll just cover safety handling sharp objects some other time…

[Time to get to taking down this tree.]