mopingjay

[takeabow]

Who: Nova & Friends/CR/passersby
Broadcast: None
Action: the First Breath and the Iskaulit gardens
When: Today

[ It's been days since anyone has last seen or heard from Nova, though her name is still on the ship register. Notably, Stiles' name is not. Any attempts to contact her via the comms have been hung up on or ignored. She hasn't even been out to the kitchen, let alone any of the other shared spaces on the First Breath. If a worried party were to come into her room uninvited, she wouldn't protest. Or move from staring at the wall, probably. There's evidence she's eaten, likely from packs of food squirreled away around her room, but the girl is not exactly thriving. She looks exhausted and frankly could use a shower.

At some point, she somehow makes her way over to the gardens on the Iskaulit. She craves the solace of the woods, but lacking that, this will have to do. She finds an out-of-the-way spot and sits, barefoot and in her pajamas, running the dirt through her fingers. Girl looks rough, is all. ]

Comments

[grounds]

[Octavia won't mention she checked the First Breath before going to the gardens, it's a moot point. It does take a little searching to find her friend, but when she does, it's about as bad a sight as she figured it would be. She heaves a small sigh and makes her way over.]

Dirt's not changing as far as I can tell. Maybe I'm missing something. [Her voice is calm, on the quieter side, and she has on what's hopefully a comforting smile. Octavia crouches down next to Nova, looking at her.]

( gardens )

[partialities]

[ margaery does not mind quiet.

she knows grief when she sees it, had seen it many times before and her way to sooth it is serenity and calm and charm. she sees nova in the gardens and gives the girl an hour or so of peace before moving to sit near her, reading her book in silent.

an hour longer passes and only then she speaks ]

Who are we grieving?

First Breath

[tallasaking]

[He doesn't have to go far to find Nova when he wants to find her. He simply enters her room with a platter filled with food, and a bottle of water. Taking one look at her, he exhales slowly, and then puts the bottle of water in front of her. The platter goes next to her, and he starts to clean up the room.]

Since I am not leaving until you have a proper meal, and something to drink, and a shower ... I thought perhaps you would like someone to talk to.