[SEMI-OPEN] December Catchall

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i.) Ritterlichkeit und das Schwert : Training Room

[With Sam currently out of commission, Hermann does not have it within him to stop the momentum of his sword training. He finds it paramount to continue practicing all he has learned so far. Even if it is basic sword strikes against a dummy.

Despite the physical daunting tasks, he continues to press on. Out of breath. Sweating. As long as Hermann can perfect at least one technique, he is making progress.
It’s not until he attempts at another forward strike that he accidentally trips and falls right on his face.]

…Gott verdammt!

ii.) Kuchen für Zwei : Kitchen

[Since the Braccia mission, Hermann had taken to baking as a new hobby. It started very small, at first, experimenting with a simple batch of cookies now evolving into more complex pastry recipes.
Today was no different as he carefully put the final touches on his carrot cake. He’s no idea how it tastes or how others might think of it. It’d be an awful shame if it went to waste.

He can’t help but look at his final creation, scratching underneath his chin out of nervousness. If you happen to be in talking proximity, he will most likely solicit your opinion:]

Please, be honest. Would you eat this?

iii.) Moon’s Reaching Stars: Laboratory


[Hermann promised himself that it won’t another late night. And yet he’s succumbed to listening to the quiet hums of the station as he continues to work at his station. In all fairness, this is all for the sake of future missions and so the timing on his workload is very sensitive. Hermann can’t waste even a second to back down on his current line of calculations.

A small yawn escapes him with his eyes also starting to feel bleary, yet he can’t help but shake the slight pain he feels in the back of his head.

Maybe if he tries resting his head on top of his workstation then…]

iv.) Fall Silent into the Night: Infirmary: [ CLOSED to Close CR - Dec 15-31st ]

[Another migraine. This time it’s more hideous than Hermann’s previous ones. Like a knife jammed deep into his cortex, it feels as though no amount of drugs can ease the pain. All Hermann can remember is trying to walk down the halls in one moment and then hearing young Shinjiro’s voice call out for him as everything soon turned black.

He’s in pain. And he is exhausted.

Minutes become hours as hours soon turn into days and then, eventually, weeks…

Had it been Christmas already? He can’t tell. Eyes far too heavy and sedated to be doing anything.

When Hermann finally cracks an eye open, he is met with a wave of nausea like no other. No matter how much he tries, there is no way for him to get out of bed.

Tired, sick, and alone.

Once more, Hermann closes his eyes, hoping that he will find some light at the end of this dreary tunnel.]

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[naloxone]

[ she hadn't meant to disturb him. in truth it's the last thing she would have wanted, especially as someone who sleep evades on the daily. but he had looked so cold there and the nurturing part of her ultimately won out on the part that would have otherwise kept to her own.

when he stirs, marta leans back to afford the man some space. feels her fingers twitch at her sides when his glasses wind up slightly askew. ]

I couldn't tell you. But it looked like you needed it.

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[Instead of taking off the rest of the blanket, he wraps it further around his body. He hadn’t realized how cold his fingers are all the while.]

Yes, I suppose proper rest is in order. [He says while readjusting his glasses.] I try not to make a habit of it. [A beat to clarify.] Sleeping inside this lab, I mean. I know one of these days I’ll catch cold because of it.

[naloxone]

At the very least, it can't feel good on your back.

[ she offers him a faint smile, straightening up further as he reorients himself. she gestures to his workstation, brow crinkling sympathetically. ]

Whatever you're working on must be very important to you.