Sweet dreams are made of these...

[thespaceopera]

[ Calibration Rooms ]
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ROOMS BY CHARACTER

A Abigail Hobbs Aiya/Gray Nightingale Adrasteius Anor'thalion Ahsoka Tano Alex Russo Allen Walker Anders Anthony Crowley Asteffiel Axel

B - D Belthazar Spellscry Beverly Crusher Bran Stark Caesar Zeppeli Cayde-6 Cheese Sandwich Clay Terran Coil Cole Davesprite Duke Pantarei

E - I Elecman.exe Elena Gilbert Elize Lutus Felix Harrowgate Fenris Finrod Haruka Tenoh/Sailor Uranus Imperator Furiosa Isabela Issac Lahey

J - M Jade Harley James Barnes/Jim James Barnes/Winter Joseph Joestar Katara Katniss Everdeen/Nova Kirito/Kazuto Kirigaya Kurt Wagner Leanne Loki Maladict(a) Max Caulfield Megaman Mordin Solus

Comments

[dancingmd]

[At first, Beverly doesn't see Finrod, only the multitude of shelves and boxes. She wanders through the aisles for a minute before she sees him carrying a box to the back and looking rather harried.]

Finrod? Do you need any help?

[faithfulwisdom]

[Finrod looks at Beverly for a long moment before he decides, obviously considering something. But then he nods, albeit somewhat reluctantly.]

There is no point in hiding this from you. You have seen me do this before.

[He sets the box down on the floor and sighs, running a hand through his hair.]

I wish to keep these in the back, where they won't trouble me. Yet they always find their way back to the forefront of the room.

[And it's fairly obvious why this particular box would be troubling; its contents are more than a little worrying. A pair of bloody shackles leaves a large stain in one corner of the box itself. There's a ragged, threadbare, blanket, also slightly stained with blood, carefully folded up and placed in another corner. A broken jar had clearly once contained a collection of dragon scales and ash, but its contents were now spilled throughout the bottom of the box. And a small model of a white ship, charred almost beyond recognition, sits on top of the blanket, as if to cushion it.]

[dancingmd]

[Beverly blanches a bit when she kneels down to look at the contents of the box. Though she doesn't know exactly what memories are associated with these objects, she can make an educated guess. It's unsurprising he is trying to keep this hidden, safely tucked away in the back. No doubt Deanna would have a lot to say about that.]

Perhaps you are going about this the wrong way then.

[faithfulwisdom]

[By his expression, the thought has never (or perhaps could never, given the way these calibrations go) occurred to him.]

What would you suggest?

[dancingmd]

Well...[She hesitates, fairly certain that he's not going to like her suggestion. But she also knows he appreciates her being straightforward with him so she continues.] You're trying to hide them, keep them where no one can see. Yet the box keeps moving to the front. Maybe there's a reason for that. Maybe you ought to be confronting these memories, instead of burying them.

[faithfulwisdom]

[She's right, he really doesn't like it. Finrod looks deeply uncomfortable at the suggestion.]

I can see the wisdom in it. [He admits slowly, reluctantly.] Yet I would not know where to begin.

[dancingmd]

[Beverly stands, her gaze sympathetic as she studies him for a moment.]

I'm no psychologist but I know from personal experience how much it helps to have someone to talk to, someone to share your burdens with. If... if that is something you would want, I am willing.

[faithfulwisdom]

[He hesitates.] These memories are not the sort I would wish to inflict upon someone I have come to care for.

[dancingmd]

[Her chest constricts at that and her gaze drops as she takes a deep breath. Things between them are by no means resolved, and there is still a conversation that needs to happen, that has yet to happen. However, this is just as important.]

You're not inflicting anything upon me, I'm offering. [She looks back up at him.] Who else would you confide in if not someone you care about and who you know cares about you?

But...I won't insist. If you are not ready to tell me or anyone else, then you are not ready. [God knows there are things in her past she does not want to touch, no matter how healthy confronting those things may be.] I'm here, whatever you decide to do.

[faithfulwisdom]

You truly are extraordinary, do you know?

[He bends down and considers for a long moment, then hands her the shackle.]

There is but one other person here who knows of this, and even he only in the abstract.

[dancingmd]

[Beverly shakes her head. She's not extraordinary at all: this is what friends are for. And admittedly, she hesitates for a moment when he holds out the shackle, if only because it reminds her of what happened in Allen's calibration.]

I promise, I won't speak of it to anyone.

[She takes the shackle, bracing herself as best she can for what is to come.]

[faithfulwisdom]

[Continued over here]