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Who: Anyone who wants in on the aftermath of a sort-of-murder*.
Broadcast: Maybe some!
Action: It varies!
When: After a couple people had a Very Bad Day.

[so, on the Station, there was a bit of a fight involving a couple of elves and a demi-god, and someone got their heart crushed (quite literally).

the audience loved it! ratings skyrocketed! and there's probably some good gossip to be had.

if anyone wants to catch the participants after it's all over, or wants a place to hold their own conversations or interactions related in any way to the aftermath, this is the place to do it.]

[[OOC: said murder is here (contains mild gore and the cheery topic of slavery/owning people, just as a warning).]]

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[he would not push away another hug right now. especially with her not being some stranger that he needs to impress and put on so many faces for, he'll take it.]

What if it's not okay, though? ...What if I messed everything up?

Well, then we'll deal with it.

[ Yes, okay, more hugs then are in order. ]

But we will cross that bridge when we come to it. For now, I need you to avoid this man as best you can and stay close to your crew, all right? Don't go anywhere alone. I'll look out for Robin.

[ If she can, that is. She honestly doesn't know what she can do at this point and this makes her deeply unsettled for some reason. Something she forgot? She can't remember. ]

[he nods. he appreciates nice, clear orders, stated with confidence. it helps him believe that things will be alright. because she clearly knows better than he does. maybe she can help fix the things that are ending up so wrong.]

Okay... I will.

Good... Good.

[ She exudes reassurance, but inwardly, she isn't too confident at all. Something about this feels... familiar, in a way. This situation makes her feel helpless, powerless, in a way that's all too personal. ]

Let's take you back to your ship now. If you've nowhere else in mind?

[he shakes his head, and tries to force himself to take a big breath. maybe if he fakes calming down long enough, it will become real.]

I was trying to find my way back...

[but he was so frantic, he ended up kind of... lost...]

All right...

[ She nods and lifts a hand to stroke his hair again. ]

All right. Let's go.

[ She hooks arms with him then and begins to lead him off in the direction of the ships. ]

[he'll just... pathetically leech onto her, and away they go.]

[ Off we go! To the ship parking lot! Thankfully, Cecil remembers which ship is which, so she takes him to his without much fuss. When they reach the docked ship, she unwinds their arms and rubs his back comfortingly. ]

Get some rest, all right?

[he nods, looking rattled and drained, before slinking his way into the cargo bay.

time to go sob pathetically all over his crewmates.]

[ Nel... Okay, one last hug for the road. ]

You know how to reach me if there's a need.

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