March Mingle Madness (aka SURPRISE it's another mingle)

[bryces_pup]

Who: Crew members and visitors of the SS Blue Fish
Broadcast: nope
Action: On the Blue Fish, naturally.
When: Throughout March!

[Another month, another mingle. Once again, any visitors on the ship should bear in mind that there are locks installed all over the ship, so someone on board's gotta let you in. Or you can just stand there. And stare. And hope someone takes pity on you.]

Comments

[theroadwarrior]

[He quirks a brow.]

Used to people hunting me down for... hm. A 'word'.

[Is that what they call trying to stab.]

I followed advice. Shouldn't have done that. M'better at handling myself alone.

[bryces_pup]

[More like trying to punch, to be fair.]

It was sound advice. A skilled healer - or doctor - is the best option for handling such things. Perhaps what it comes down to is more a lack of... preparedness. You didn't expect to react the way you did, no?

[theroadwarrior]

Don't know. Didn't know how I'd... I haven't seen a normal doctor in a long time.

[He's not sure what he was expecting. More self-control?]

But I knew I was, ahm. Am. A psychotic.

[He shifts uncomfortably. Not because he said he was crazy -- that, he'll tell casually. He knows what he is. But it's more... talking about the vulnerability that came with it. Knowing he could be a stick of dynamite just when he thought he'd have control... It's disheartening, sure, but also a feeling of guilt, knowing he should have predicated as much.]

Wasn't good to let her treat me. Not worth a risk.

[bryces_pup]

So now you both know for next time to be more careful. Something went wrong, yes, but that doesn't mean you must shy away from it and never try again.

[Max... doesn't seem all that normal, no, but she's seen far crazier. Seen what psychotic really can do. To her, someone who's completely lost their mind or is crazy would know no remorse or guilt.

That's not the case here.]

It's how you learn and grow.

[theroadwarrior]

[He looks away, pursing his lips. He doesn't want to talk about this. Not with her, not with anyone; he knows it will come up with Beverly, being the doctor he'd gone and injured, but this? He wants to avoid this. So instead of offering any sort of reply, he turns it away uncomfortably.]

Which way?

[bryces_pup]

[...Fiiiine. Riona knows not to push the subject, especially with someone she doesn't know well. She jerks her head towards the hallway, an answer and a gesture to follow.]

Just down the hall and off that way. I'll accompany you there, just so none of the others see a stranger wandering around and get worried.

[theroadwarrior]

[He nods with a softer expression, which is as close to 'thanks' as he gets for the assistance. He's quiet from there -- simply follows along in that silent way of his, much like a shadow.]