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ximilialog2022-04-20 10:36 am
morethan084) wrote in ximilialog2022-04-20 10:36 am
OTA April Catch-All
CHARACTERS: Daisy Johnson and You
LOCATION: All throughout the station
DATE: April 19th-Until their next mission
CONTENT: Catch-all
WARNINGS: Injury talk
|Daisy’s Room|
[A lot of Daisy’s time the first few days back is spent in her room. Just having a bed again was nice. After having to get used to sleeping on a damp, hard floor. Startling at the sound of a knock on the door, Daisy turns her head to see if her roommate is here before getting up slower than she would’ve liked.]
Coming.
[Between not having much to eat in the last few weeks, and all of the fighting they had done. Daisy is feeling weaker than she would ever admit. Opening the door, Daisy smiles tiredly.]
Hey. What’s up?
[She totally wasn’t just asleep. Nope. Very much awake. There are dark circles under her eyes and wounds that have been patched up. Most of them are hidden, but a few can be seen on her face and hands.]
|Kitchen|
[When she isn’t sleeping, she can be found in the kitchen, heating up something simple. Zoning out as she waits for the food to finish up. Daisy turns when she hears footsteps approaching only to realize she never set a timer.]
Shit.
[Grabbing an oven mitt, she pulls out the chicken nuggets she had been cooking for herself, and they’re more or less burnt.]
Think they’ll be edible with enough ketchup?
|Infirmary|
[Daisy might not have any medical training, but even she knows she can’t keep the same bandages on until her wounds heal. Having just gotten out of the shower, Daisy makes her way back to the infirmary to grab a few supplies. She doesn’t know the drawers and cabinets like the people who work in here do however. So she can’t be as quick to get in and out of here as she’d like to be.]
|Common Room|
[Sprawled out on one of the couches reading a random book from the shelf, Daisy’s more or less just staring at the book, zoned out, when someone tries to catch her attention. Snapping out of it, she looks up in their direction.]
Hey.
[Pulling her feet in to give them room to sit, Daisy scoots up, so she’s not so slouched over.]
How are you doing?
[She’s looking better than she had the other day, but she’s still banged up pretty good.]
|Training Room|
[Finally feeling more like herself, Daisy wastes no time in getting back to training. For a while, she’s by herself in here. Taking out of her frustrations on a punching bag while blasting music, it feels good to be back in her old routine.
Suddenly her music lowers considerably, and she turns to see someone’s lowered it,]
Sorry, what?
[She assumes they were trying to say something to her and she just hadn’t heard them anyway.]
|Wildcard|
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LOCATION: All throughout the station
DATE: April 19th-Until their next mission
CONTENT: Catch-all
WARNINGS: Injury talk
|Daisy’s Room|
[A lot of Daisy’s time the first few days back is spent in her room. Just having a bed again was nice. After having to get used to sleeping on a damp, hard floor. Startling at the sound of a knock on the door, Daisy turns her head to see if her roommate is here before getting up slower than she would’ve liked.]
Coming.
[Between not having much to eat in the last few weeks, and all of the fighting they had done. Daisy is feeling weaker than she would ever admit. Opening the door, Daisy smiles tiredly.]
Hey. What’s up?
[She totally wasn’t just asleep. Nope. Very much awake. There are dark circles under her eyes and wounds that have been patched up. Most of them are hidden, but a few can be seen on her face and hands.]
|Kitchen|
[When she isn’t sleeping, she can be found in the kitchen, heating up something simple. Zoning out as she waits for the food to finish up. Daisy turns when she hears footsteps approaching only to realize she never set a timer.]
Shit.
[Grabbing an oven mitt, she pulls out the chicken nuggets she had been cooking for herself, and they’re more or less burnt.]
Think they’ll be edible with enough ketchup?
|Infirmary|
[Daisy might not have any medical training, but even she knows she can’t keep the same bandages on until her wounds heal. Having just gotten out of the shower, Daisy makes her way back to the infirmary to grab a few supplies. She doesn’t know the drawers and cabinets like the people who work in here do however. So she can’t be as quick to get in and out of here as she’d like to be.]
|Common Room|
[Sprawled out on one of the couches reading a random book from the shelf, Daisy’s more or less just staring at the book, zoned out, when someone tries to catch her attention. Snapping out of it, she looks up in their direction.]
Hey.
[Pulling her feet in to give them room to sit, Daisy scoots up, so she’s not so slouched over.]
How are you doing?
[She’s looking better than she had the other day, but she’s still banged up pretty good.]
|Training Room|
[Finally feeling more like herself, Daisy wastes no time in getting back to training. For a while, she’s by herself in here. Taking out of her frustrations on a punching bag while blasting music, it feels good to be back in her old routine.
Suddenly her music lowers considerably, and she turns to see someone’s lowered it,]
Sorry, what?
[She assumes they were trying to say something to her and she just hadn’t heard them anyway.]
|Wildcard|
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[Look it's just not the same but he also isn't that completely puzzled by what she's got there, he just didn't recognize it.
He glances over at one point while slicing fish, and her pensive expression catches him off-guard. No time to make jokes about how awful pocket ceviche sounds, especially when the inevitable happens and he slices a finger.]
Ow - uh, bandages... Seen those?
[There must be a first aid kit somewhere nearby, right? But the first thing he grabs, actually, is a paper towel. It's closer to hand. That'll keep the blood off the fish.]
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Shit--
Stay there, keep your arm above your you head. I'll be right back.
[She remembers where one of them is and rushes off as quickly as she can to grab it. Once she's back, she's opening the kit to see what was inside.]
How bad is the bleeding?
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Uh, dunno. Moderate? Is that a...
[He trails off as he lowers his hand enough to check on it.]
Let's say, enough where I might have to hold my hand up for a while here, but I didn't lose a finger. Maybe gauze and one of those cotton pads instead of one of the little ones. More pressure on it that way too.
[The thing about cutting himself often in mistakes like this is he does have a general feel for what it takes to fix it, so that's good.]
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[She briefly looks at his hand, unable to get a good look at it from where she is,]
Which if that's the case, you don't want me doing it. It'll look like a hack job.
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[This is something of a joke, mostly to keep the situation from feeling too awful. If he needs stitches though, it's probably only a couple, he figures. He could do that himself, but Law will do a better job.]
Don't let anyone toss my stuff, all right? I'll be right back. If you wanna give me a hand in the meantime, get that fish soaked in lemon juice for me?
[Because he really does want to hang out and eat! He's just constantly landing himself in stupid situations like this due to his clumsiness. Law will give him an earful, but he knows he means well. Ten minutes, tops, he figures.]
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[She debates saying she'll go with him, but maybe it's better that she doesn't. Not when she's starting to doubt herself and her ability to tell if someone is a good person or not. Instead, she stays in the kitchen. Not touching the fish he asked her to soak, her mind too busy racing. Replaying every interaction between them that she can remember.
By the time he comes back, she's looking pretty distraught.]
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Hey, it's all right. Don't worry about me. See? Thumb's fine.
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Good, that’s—
[She really can’t put this off anymore. It’s eating away at her.]
Can the food wait? We need to talk.
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Yeah, of course. This something that should be private?
[Well, probably, her expression answers for him before she needs to say anything. So as a precaution, he snaps his fingers, making sure nobody outside the immediate area will overhear.]
What's the matter?
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Let's go to my room. No one is in there right now.
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[Must be really private. Now he's starting to get worried beyond the level of mild concern he'd felt a minute ago. Shame to leave the food behind, but he'll prioritize Daisy over a meal any day.
Rosinante follows her to her room, and once safely inside he again seals off the chance of outsiders listening in, because a closed door won't block the most determined - and while he suspects nobody is here to actually spy like that, he values having a little extra security.]
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She has to know.
Finally, she makes eye contact with him. Mentally bracing herself as she asks,]
Did you leave Newt to die on Braccia?
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I did. I know it was a mistake, and he and I have talked it through. It was a request from the orbs, and I followed it. I didn't know any of you well then, didn't know how long this whole journey would last. But none of that changes the fact that I did leave him in trouble, and he didn't deserve it.
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So you left him die because the orb told you to?
[Does he realize how messed up that sounds? How messed up it is]
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Sorry.
[It's all he manages to say, because he can read enough of the look on her face to understand that further explanation would just dig him a deeper hole. Yes, he left Newt in a situation that could mean death. He's done worse in his life to protect people, and maybe it's for the best that she realizes this now instead of some time further down the road when it would hurt her even more.]
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[Her head is spinning, not wanting to believe that he could do something like this. Lips trembling as she tries to think of what to say next, Daisy only manages to stop the trembling by clenching her teeth.]
I don't care what reason you have for doing it. I would never betray someone here for my own goal.
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Is it worth it? Probably not. Probably the sort of thing that would upset her more. He has no need to prove that he's right, because he isn't. Rationalizing and justifying what he did doesn't change it and won't make her less upset. She's not going to turn around and go "oh, Rosinante you're very right, I see why you ditched someone I obviously care about even if I respectfully disagree with your actions." Not right now, anyway. Maybe later, after she's had time to punch a wall with his name on it. Maybe if she decides she ever wants to talk to him again.
He sighs and stays put, hands in his pockets, though he's of half a mind to just back toward the door and let her be. She got her answer.]
I know you wouldn't. I know I fucked up. I'm still trying to make it up to him. It's... coming here and working with all of you hasn't been the easiest thing for me. He suffered because of that, and I feel like shit for it.
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He betrayed her trust. He betrayed the people here, for his own personal goal. She can't look at him the same way anymore. This has happened more times than she can count in her life, and it hurts every single time.]
I should've listened to Newt when he told me. I was stupid enough to think that you couldn't possibly do something like this.
[She feels disgusted with him, and with herself for trusting him.]
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That's selfish, though. This is better for her, he again reminds himself. And better for him too, that he didn't have time to make the mistake of trying to open up to someone he thought could tolerate his faults. Who knows what she would have thought if she'd heard half of what he's done just to get by in life.
There's nothing really more to say, so he takes his step back toward the door.]
I won't take up more of your time, then.
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You try that with anyone else here, and you’ll regret it. Got it?
[Anger in her eyes, she lowers her hand once she’s sure he understands.]
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[And while he doesn't exactly look terrified, he absolutely takes the threat seriously. She's one of the last people he'd ever want to have to fight. In fact, he's pretty sure he wouldn't be able to. But he's always been too sentimental.
As her hand drops, he takes that as unspoken permission to go, though his motions are slow and deliberate as he steps back again and reaches for the doorknob. He's not trying to flee, he's just trying to give her space, so long as she's willing to let him leave.]
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