[Mostly Open] So we'll press, and press 'til you can't take it anymore!

[groupiedrifter]

CHARACTERS: Precursors and you. And Eventually Newton. Hopefully!
LOCATION: A holding room in Ximilia Station.
DATE: Est. two days post-mission, after the kaiju is defeated and the orb is retrieved.
CONTENT: The precursors are revealed — and are finally removed from Newt's mind.
WARNINGS: Possession and the bodily autonomy issues that come with that. More will be added if necessary!

Closed and opened starters will be added as I go, which will be announced on plurk! But if you don't use plurk or would rather keep an eye out by email/tracking, feel free to use the tracking option and mark to receive notifs any new top level comments posted to this log! The log will involve an open starter to visit the precursors where they're cuffed/contained in the room, so stay tuned.

Also no rush once the open starters are posted!

Feel free to focus on the player plot log first and come back to this later.

CLOSED STARTER | THE DOCTOR
DARKLING'S TOP LEVEL | WHILE NEWT WAS SLEEPING...
OPEN STARTER | THE PRECURSORS, REVEALED
CLOSED FINAL CONCLUSION | THE PRECURSORS, REMOVED
OPEN PROMPTS | NEWTON GEISZLER'S RETURN

Comments

[morethan084]

No. I wasn't. I should've done something to help you before this got so out of hand.

[In all honesty, she has no idea what she could've done. But the guilt still eats away at her.]

I'll be fine.

[Which might've sounded convincing if she wasn't white as a sheet and looked like she was about to collapse.]

I'd rather stay here, with you.

[groupiedrifter]

Like what, Daisy? Nobody knew for a reason; they didn't want you to.

[He says it tiredly, because the memory of struggling like a fly in a web still sits heavy behind his eyes. Really, it had to happen. It was gonna no matter what anyone did, not until they dropped the curtain enough to take him over and use him in such a drastic way; to say he felt used in some way would be an understatement.]

You look like you're about to fall over. And I'm not exactly good company right now.

Unless you like someone having a neverending mental breakdown in slow motion.

[morethan084]

I knew—

[A lump forms in her throat, and she has to force it down. It’s better that she just gets it all out there now, after so many months of it weighing her down.]

I knew something was wrong with you. But I was afraid of calling too much attention to it. If they knew that I knew, they might’ve…

[Killed him. Tears prickling her eyes, she looks down at the chair she’s gripping the back of.]

I wanted to be left alone after it happened to me. Wanted the guilt to consume me, pushed away all of my friends.

All that happened was that I lost myself.

[She looks up at him, with an expression that conveys she’s about two seconds away from crying.]

I don’t want that for you, Newt.

[groupiedrifter]

[He sighs softly, gaze downcast.

Some part of him wishes he could just fall through the floor, keep going infinitely until he had the willpower or courage to talk to the rest of the crew — some strength to face the awful shit that's happened to them. (To you, too, Newton, he can hear them say; does it matter?) He hates what he sees in her face when he finally forces himself to look at her. He hates that he's the reason, even if she refuses to confirm it.]

Then... what do you want for me?

[It's not spoken sarcastically, or maliciously.

It's an earnest question.]

[morethan084]

[Licking her dry lips, she takes a moment to gather her thoughts. Her mind was a jumbled mess,]

I want you to promise me you won't isolate yourself. That if you start to feel yourself spiraling that you contact me. I don't care what time it is. We don't even have to talk. We can just sit there in silence.

I don't want you to be alone, Newt.

[groupiedrifter]

[He's not sure he can promise these things. It almost feels like more punishment dealt to the people around him who suffered, anyway; first he physically hurts them on top of betraying them, and then he dumps his own personal grief onto them? It doesn't seem fair. Doesn't seem fair to Daisy, either, and if he didn't know any better he'd say she's a glutton for punishment.

He moves to fold his arms over his chest, but it mostly just ends up a self-soothing embrace. There's a soft, strained sound that is meant to be a laugh. It doesn't much sound like one, though; sounds more like a wounded noise.]

Start to spiral? When do you stop spiraling?

... I don't know. I think I just... need time. I need time to think.

[It's not a refusal of what she asks for. That has to mean something, right?]

[morethan084]

[Daisy barely manages a smile at his joke. It's not really a joke though, especially when she's been dealing with that spiral more or less since then. Some days are just better than others, but she's never fully come out of it.]

I know. Just--

Remember what I said, okay? I'm here for you.

[groupiedrifter]

... Okay. Okay.

[A moment of surrender, as she'd hoped.]

Only if you actually go and rest, like you're supposed to.

Or else I'll call in the nurses. And nobody likes to deal with the nurses.

[morethan084]

[Daisy smiles tiredly at him,]

Fine, but only because I really don’t want to deal with the nurses.

[Even though her bed isn’t far away, it’s going to take her an embarrassingly long time to get back over there.]

You know where to reach me in the mean time, if you need to.