Iskaulit mingle

[lord_wizard]

Who: Anyone!
Broadcast: No
Action: Iskaulit
When: Feb. Drift Week (and beyond?)

[The fleet, more or less patched up after their battle, has once again left civilization behind for empty space. Maybe it's a good time to distract yourself and get away from the endless repairs and nothingness, though there might still be cleaning up that needs to be done here too.

Whether you're grabbing a broom or grabbing a drink, this is a fleetwide mingle for the Iskaulit.]

Comments

[axiomed]

I didn't think so.

[ It's the same with many people that he's met. They never know. There's no certainty. He sighs. ]

[noprophecies]

[she slams the glass down a little harder than necessary]

What would you have done in my position? Knowing what you do? Would you be able to decide if it was worth it or not?

[axiomed]

I'm certainly not going to tell you there's a miracle cure or way to fix things.

And that's fine too. There is no way of knowing. But it is worth asking. They need to be asked, it needs to be talked. Otherwise we fall into extreme camps: being right or being wrong to the point of self-blame.

[noprophecies]

[she makes a noise intended to be a laugh, but it's too weak]

I am quite good at self-blame.

[axiomed]

I know.

[ It's a trend. He huffs lightly. ]

[noprophecies]

[she echoes the huff, folding her hands on the table]

. . . I was told that it was necessary. That I should not blame myself for it.

But none of them were there when I did it. They did not see what I did.

[axiomed]

The problem with necessary is that it's true but it's also convenient. It's safe and dangerous. An easy word. But we've seen the games. We've used that word.

Possession takes away everything. That poor girl.

[noprophecies]

I know.

[she swallows, looking away again] She was tricked into giving her permission. I doubt she would have done so had she known her fate.

. . . I gave her as proper a burial as I could, after. They wanted to leave her there, but I - I couldn't.

[axiomed]

No. I doubt anyone would if they knew what it was like.

[ He sighs, reaching out to squeeze her hand. ]

[noprophecies]

[she startles, eyes darting to look from him down to his hand, before she cautiously curls her fingers around his]

[axiomed]

I am sorry you went through that. No one should be in that position.

[noprophecies]

No . . . they shouldn't.

[a huff] I am sorry you had to hear about it.

[axiomed]

Don't be. I prefer knowing than finding out in some other terrible fashion.

[noprophecies]

I suppose that makes sense.

[axiomed]

Mmm.

None of your sleeping aids have worked?

[noprophecies]

[she faintly shakes her head]

Not always. I have a high tolerance to things like that.

[axiomed]

That makes sense.

[noprophecies]

It is why I bothered to learn how to make different types of tea. I've never been able to sleep well, so sometimes tea helps.

[axiomed]

We have medicines though. Do they not work?

[noprophecies]

I have taken your modern pain medicine before, but it made me ill. [her nose wrinkles] I have never tried modern medicine for sleep.

I am usually fine for a day or two without it.

[she says, as if it isn't a bad thing]

[axiomed]

That's . . . not really a good sign.

[noprophecies]

It isn't?

[axiomed]

Usually anything that lasts longer than a day is not exactly healthy.

[noprophecies]

It is not as though I can really help it . . . I nap during the day?

[axiomed]

What I mean is we should look into other alternatives.