Twelfth Blight - voice

[bryces_pup]

Who: Riona and you
Broadcast: Yup
Action: On the Blue Fish if desired
When: September 2nd

[These past weeks have been rough, to say the least. Today has been harder than normal, though she knows why. Ultimately it shouldn't matter, she tells herself. It's just another day, nothing's different-

No, that's a load of crock and she knows it. Birthdays aren't meant to be spent alone.

Ordinarily she'd just take to going to one of the Iskaulit's bars to help her ignore her troubles. Or maybe, since they've landed now, she can try and find a place planetside. Alcohol makes everything better, right? (No, it doesn't.) Yet she finds herself hoping to find another way to spend her birthday, rather than just doing what she's been doing for weeks: get drunk until she stumbles back to her bed and wakes up with a hangover. Logically she knows if she says something about it, her friends will reach out to her. But something holds her back, some combination of not wanting to seem needy and looking like she's throwing a pity party for herself. Besides, she's never been one to broadcast - figuratively or literally - her problems. Why start now?

Even still, it's harder to plug her ears and pretend everything's going okay today. It'd be nice to just... do something for once. Go out, have fun. Maybe even smile. But she feels more or less glued to her bed, and no matter what she tells herself, she finds it hard to work up the desire to get up.

...okay, maybe she should. Ask for help. Subtly. Luckily, her communicator is nearby.]

Lovely little place we've come to, isn't it? [From what little she's seen of it through the windows.] Though, given the recent rash of nightmares and how this planet "sings" like some of the other ones did, I suspect there's something underneath the idyllic facade this place presents. Or maybe I've just grown cynical. [Or wised up to Atroma's patterns.] Maybe it's nothing, but... be careful down there, everyone.

[It's a struggle to keep her tone light, as if she's merely discussing what color she should paint her door.] Matters of cynicism or caution aside, I have a query for you all. How do you motivate yourself to... go do something? Not necessarily to be productive, but more just because you know you should be doing something, rather than letting yourself sink into a rut? There's not a lack of things to do, especially now that we've landed, but sometimes it's... difficult to find the motivation. [Okay that sounds mildly alarming and that's not her intention at all.] Just every now and then [More like nearly every day], but it's frustrating when it happens nonetheless, doubly so when there's a new planet to explore. Maybe it's just a matter of riding it out, but any advice would be appreciated.

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[deviances]

[ Oof - way to hit the nail on the head with that one! Eithan needs to drag his own ass out of bed and make himself do something, or he's just gonna keep sinking into this... whatever this is. He hates it. It's just really hard to actually get that forward momentum started...

Hey. Maybe they can manage together. (#bluefish4lyfe)

At least he's on the planet, that's one massive hurdle overcome, and hopefully he can convince her to do the same. So he turns on his video feed - he's standing in what looks like a very lively, colorful, and inviting outdoor bar - no walls, just one huge patio with a sturdy roof overhead, looking out over the river below. He grins and waves. ]

I know exactly how that feels. First step's always hardest, but usually it's easier with friends. More fun with friends, anyway. Sooo... wanna come hang out here? I'll buy you a drink. And then, I dunno, I keep hearin' about somethin' called "zip linin'"? Wanna check that out?

[ And if he finds out it's your birthday? Goddess help you, he'll probably make sure you don't pay for a damn thing today, at the very least!! ]

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[bryces_pup]

[There's something rather tragic about her being so isolated. She should be spending as much time with those that remain as she can, but instead she withdraws. Perhaps it's a defense mechanism, distancing herself before they're inevitably separated. It's not right, but it's there.]

Zip lining? That sounds like... actually, I haven't the faintest idea.

[Something that involves lines. And a zipper? Zipping?]

...a drink does sound pretty good. [The last thing she needs is more booze, but, oh well.] One with a friend is even better. Is that a river I see?

[deviances]

Yeah, looks like it involves hangin' from a rope and gettin' pushed around really fast? Like through the forests or over a canyon or whatever. This one's over a river. Which, yep, you do see!

[ He jerks a thumb over his shoulder to said river - there's a black cable line going across it, but no one zipping over it yet. ]

I mean, I've got no clue exactly how it's done, but it does sound pretty fun.

[bryces_pup]

I hope this involves gloves because otherwise that's begging for rope burn.

[Look she's been there. Rope burn sucks.]

Sounds reckless and ridiculous. Count me in.

[deviances]

[ Wince! ] Ah, yeah, good point. Didn't think of that one.

[ But then, he's grinning again ] Awesome! I was hopin' you'd be up for reckless and ridiculous fun. I'll be waitin' at a table here.

[ And he attaches his coordinates, info about and directions to the place, etc. ~ ]

[bryces_pup]

What's a bit of fun without putting your life at risk?

[The thrill of danger and all. It's been too long since Riona's had that adrenaline rush. It always helps make her feel alive, something she's been a bit "meh" about lately.]

I'll be there soon.

[deviances]

[ Well, he helped her get out of her room, at least! He hopes this zip-lining thing will be as fun as advertised, but even if it ends up sucking, they could always have a good laugh about it. Anything to help her cheer up.

He'll be at a table, just as he said, occasionally sipping at some dark-colored ale of some sort. And of course he'll make good on his promise to buy her a drink, too~ ]

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[alwayscomeback]

[Sokka has absolutely noticed that Riona hasn't been herself for a while. It's been worrying him. At first, he assumed it was the same funk he'd been feeling, having lost so much of the crew. But she's not really pulled herself out of it, and his concern has only grown. This post has done little to alleviate that worry.

So, he'll be heading to her room, knocking on the door before coming in. He manages a smile, but the concern is pretty much solidly camped on his face. ]

Hey you. Motivation troubles, huh?

[They both know it's WAY more than that, but he'll ease her into it. ]

[bryces_pup]

[Somehow, she's not surprised when she sees it's Sokka at the door. He's as much of a fusser as she is. And she knows she'd be doing the same, if their positions were reversed. That doesn't make her wish any less that he wouldn't worry so much.]

Something like that. They just strike every now and then. Drift weeks don't help much with them.

[alwayscomeback]

[He's a natural fusser, it's true. ]

They really don't, huh? There's only so much you can do on the Iskaulit before you just tired of it all.

Anything I can do?

[bryces_pup]

At least it has a pool now. Though I'm lacking a proper swim suit.

[The concept of the pool is still a bit odd to her, but hey, water is water.]

No, I just need to deal with it. [She shrugs.] Nothing to worry much over.

[alwayscomeback]

Who needs a swim suit? That's what underwear is for.

[Water tribe. ]

You sure? Because I'm pretty worried.

[bryces_pup]

Sokka, I am not going into a public watering hole in my panties.

[Plz.]

Says the worrywart. [Said teasingly, trying to make it a lighthearted matter.]

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[wolfuncaged]

[He feels guilty, because he knows he has not helped with her general mood. His actions have had much further reaching consequences than he first thought. So, when he speaks, he's quiet. Avoidant, almost. ]

Perhaps start with something smaller. Easy. Something you can walk away from if you find you do not care for it. The planet may offer a few short distractions, at least.

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[bryces_pup]

[Oh, Fenris. A part of her is still angry, but it's hard to be so when he's trying to help, even after their last conversation. It's heartening to hear from him, even with her worries weighing down on her so heavily it feels hard to breathe.]

Something that doesn't require much commitment. That would be a start. On some days, though, it's hard to rationalize even getting out of bed or off the ship.

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[wolfuncaged]

Have you thought to take a job up on the planet? Normally, all they require is some muscle, the work is usually quick and easy- and you have a chance to punch those who cross you, if you should choose a security job.

[Punching things makes HIM feel better, he's sure it'll work for her too, yeah. ]

[bryces_pup]

[True, punching things does help quite a bit.]

It's crossed my mind. It's just a matter of... actually getting up and going on the planet. I've heard a couple people suggest establishing a routine. [Which would help, she knows.] Just... sometimes I wonder what's even the point.

[wolfuncaged]

To still live, Riona, that is the point. When everything else is at its darkest, it is getting up and continuing to exist. Not letting it drag you down and become a...nothing.

[bryces_pup]

I'm just so tired. Here, I always live in fear of losing everyone and being left with alone. As each person leaves, I'll likely never see them again. Back home, I live with a noose around my neck, one that can pull taut at any moment. There's just... there's not a lot of hope left from where I'm standing.

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[noprophecies]

[she's the last person who should be offering advice about getting motivated, but - well, she does have the experience]

I have picked up a hobby that requires my attention daily, so I have turned it into something of a routine. At the very least it gets me out of my room in between stops.

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[bryces_pup]

[Now that's a pretty good suggestion. Riona nods.]

That's an idea. What hobby is it, if you don't mind my asking?

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[noprophecies]

Gardening. It started with random plants, but now I have a few that can be turned into teas or used as herbs that I have bought from the local stores.

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[bryces_pup]

That's smart. It's a hobby that definitely requires attention, or something dies on your watch.

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[noprophecies]

Mmm. I did not start it intending for it to be for that purpose, but it was a a nice benefit, I suppose.

[bryces_pup]

It's useful and productive. I'd consider it for myself, if I didn't have a black thumb. Not much of a hobby if you go into it knowing you'll wind up murdering everything.