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CHARACTERS: Clarke Griffin & YOU
LOCATION: Various locations around the ship
DATE: Post mission
CONTENT: Station catch all
WARNINGS: Will update as needed

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OPEN → Infirmary | Sunlight Room | Wildcard
CLOSED → TBA

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[it is practically routine at this point with how the infirmary fills up in the aftermath of the mission. this time around though she had obtained injuries of her own that had been lingering from her encounters with the monsters from the caverns. she knows that she should have taken it easy and not strained her leg but she has never been one to do that, not when there are other people in need and honestly as her friends could probably attest to, she doesn't know the meaning of the relaxing either since she is consistently has to be on the go and doing something.

she is fully aware how much of a hypocrite like all her medical knowledge and experience tells her and maybe she is walking with a slight limp, favouring one leg over the other but she can take care of herself just fine, thank you very much.

now that they are back on the station instead of in their disguised forms, she has resolved to try just focus on her healing up before. it was public knowledge that she was part of the group that went into the caverns but with her injuries being on the minor scale of things in comparison, she thinks she has done a fairly decent job at not drawing too much attention to it or how she's overextending herself so she is keeping it to herself.

it is later into the evening when things have quietened down and the infirmary is less busy and people should be sleeping that she steps and goes through the cabinets to get some fresh bandages and some other medical supplies she may need for herself.

a. she keep a vigilante eye on the entryway if anyone is approaching and for a while it does stay pretty quiet but suddenly she hears the sound of footsteps before she calls out]

What are you doing here this late? [the irony is not lost of her asking the question when she's also in a similar position but hey look, she's not the suspect here okay]

b. alternatively, maybe you happen to catch her completely off guard as she is tending to her injuries and reapplying fresh bandages on herself] Ah— sorry, I didn't think anyone else would be here right now. Did you need something?

Edited 2023-02-20 04:13 (UTC)

[ All things considered, Joel is in pretty great shape for a man of his age. But he is still that: a 52-year-old man, with all of the aches and pains that age brings. He needs painkillers, ideally something stronger than the expired ibuprofen he has from home. But he isn't about to share that with anyone else if he can help it. ]

I guess I got turned around. [ He does his best to look embarrassed. Might as well play the confused newbie card while he still can.

Joel is about to turn around and come back later when he notices that the girl is trying to bandage her own injuries. He hangs in the doorway for a moment while he makes up his mind. ] You want some help with that?

[ clarke doesn't have any reason not to trust word but despite wanting to tend to her injuries when the infirmary was less occupied, he had just as much of a right to be there as she did. it takes her a moment given they both looked different last mission to blend in with the people of that world but but she does recall meeting him while on the previous mission while working on a quest together.

from a glance it seemed like after he had answered her question, he was about to leave but instead she is surprised to see him linger in the doorway before making the offer to help her. it was something she could handle on her own but at the same time, she knew that maybe it wouldn't be so bad to get some help] Yeah, I guess I could probably use a hand. Are you sure though? I don't want to keep you from where you were actually headed.

[the sunlight room has become something of a second home for clarke. she should be grateful that she has a bed, a room where she can stay with warm to sleep and all that being on ximilia has offered over this last year and half she has been here instead of being out in the open camping out like she normally would be back home. it feels a little ironic that she prefers the latter and find a sense of comfort in it that she can't seem to put into words.

more often than not, this is where you will most likely find clarke sticking around for hours on end if she is not helping out in the infirmary or until her stomach grumbles and she feels hungry to make her way to the kitchen. she has claimed a spot in a slightly quiet area just overlooking the river in which you can find her either:

a. looking entirely too focused on the her sketchbook in front her, art supplies scattered around her as she is journaling or just drawing something possibly from her current scenery, portraits of her friends or what you might be able to recognize as being from the last mission.

b. at some point in a completely rare occurrence you might find her actually seeming to have dozed off. do you trip over her by accident? or maybe you try to wake her up? dealer's choice]

Edited 2023-02-20 02:17 (UTC)

[ joe leans against the railing of the little bridge that spans the equally little stream running through the room, watching the water lap at the banks. he wonders what planet the seasons coincide with.

he doesn't move as he calls out to clarke. ]

What are you drawing?

[clarke turns towards joe as she notices she has company, smiling slightly as she answers] I'm just drawing the view.

Do you mind if I look?

[ if she does, if she is the type of person that likes to keep their art to themselves, joe will stay where he is. he hopes that she'll share, though. ]

[clarke was normally a lot more private about her art in part because back home it wasn't something she indulged in all that much and also because in the times she did draw, it was something more for herself to distract herself with regardless of what she was drawing. it was all too easy for her to slip into her own world and find some reprieve from her worries but in keeping up with it more frequently during the missions and even during their downtime, it was something she didn't mind sharing even if she is entirely too modest about it]

Of course I don't mind. [she gives a small smiles and when he does approach, she will hand over her sketchbook. her drawings weren't just limited to what is currently drawing in the sunlight room but they range from familiar sights from around the missions they have been on while on other pages if he were to flip through it are a few portrait sketches of her friends from home and others being the more familiar faces of some fellow orbers] I'll probably have to ask for a new one soon with how these pages are filling up.

[ at her agreement, joe lopes over with all the enthusiasm of a newborn giraffe.

he settles down next to her as he takes the sketchbook, perusing the pages with a curious eye. he's careful not to smudge any of the pages, but he lingers on the portraits of her friends from home. he too squirrels away pictures of his loved ones that aren't with him. ]

Clarke... these are beautiful, you're very talented. [ he taps the edge of the portrait he has paused on with his nail. ] Will you tell me about them?

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