SLUMBER PARTYYYYYYYY

[stormsoff]

OKAY YALL JUST TOSS UP A TOP LEVEL WITH WHAT YOUR CHARACTER IS DOING DURING THIS LIBRARY JAMBOREE AND GO NUTS! THREADJACK YOUR HEARTS OUT. Remember that you can PC during the PC if you want a one-on-one convo!

LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOO

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ISAAC

[stormsoff]

arrival...

[ So like

He was babysitting Asch, and then they ran into Luna, who decided to follow along. Beau ran into them, and also decided to tag along.

They all ended up in the library,

and then the DOOR LOCKED?

and there’s like a whole assload of people in here.

just .... generally: ]

What the heck are you all doing here?!

[ as if he has more right to demand that than anyone else ]

well, this is just our lives now.

[ later, find Isaac wobbling around the room leaning on his pool cue cane, and then abandoning said cane, to push together some of the leather chairs. This is slow going and he falls flat on his face AT LEAST twice. What is he doing?? ]

fire is fun.

[ when he gets tired of eating shit from trying to walk around unassisted, Isaac will plant himself in front of the fire. He’s still got the sling on his arm, for anyone concerned, and with things being what they are it’s difficult for him to get comfortable.

Despite that, he’ll start to nod off sitting up in front of the fire as it starts to get late into the night...

... only to abruptly jolt awake with a loud yelp. ]

Mr. ...!

[ ah.

he’ll cut that exclamation off real quick and just kinda. end up staring pensively into the fire instead. ]

[getdrekt]

Who's here.

[oh he definitely hates this.

somebody (maybe two somebodies) had been tailing them for a while, but who else was here?????]

[stormsoff]

Uh...

There’s a couple people I don’t really know. Besides you, me, Luna, and Beau... Lio’s here. So’s Hunter. ... I guess that guy is probably Galo? I don’t know the other two, sorry.

[ Isaac did not memorize the profiles. Or like. Even attempt to try, honestly. ]

[getdrekt]

What do they look like. Describe them to me.

[well he DID]

[stormsoff]

Uhm...

[ he makes a thoughtful noise as he considers them. ]

One of them has orange hair and is really tall. Has, uh, glasses on? [ what’s the deal with those actually ]

The other guy is about your height with long black hair that he has up in a ponytail.

[getdrekt]

Babo Kim.

[...]

Jin. Rulan Ling Jin.

[stormsoff]

Oh! Uh, thanks, that’s pretty helpful. You know them?

[getdrekt]

No. Not personally.

[he's yelled at both of them, though.]

But I remember them.

[stormsoff]

I need to try memorizing the information on everyone, like that detective guy. So, what're they like?

lives

[burningrescue]

Whoa. You need a hand...?

[Going to help him push chairs, though he doesn't know why.]

[stormsoff]

Oh, yeah, sure. Thanks. If we push enough of these together we might be able to put together a couple of makeshift beds for everyone to sleep in.

[burningrescue]

Good idea. I can help carry them!

[Picking up a chair very easily to push them together.]

[stormsoff]

Whoa! [ those are HEAVY. how strong is this dude?! ]

... cool.

[burningrescue]

[He's a strong, strong boy. Moving them together like he's told.]

How's that? Everything you dreamed of? Hey, we should make a pillow fort!

[stormsoff]

[ what

is this dude for real

also im so glad this happened before Fights ]

Haha, what? It's not like we have blankets or pillows or anything. But I mean, yeah, this is pretty good.

[burningrescue]

Oh. Good point.

[He's like a dumb kid who gets distracted easily.]

And any extra blankets we do have, I need to make my matoi.

[stormsoff]

There's no blankets here to begin with-- wait, what's a matoi? [ that sounds










anime. ]

later!!! fire is fun

[disreguarded]

[ The yelp gets her attention - everybody's kind of settled down a bit and Beau really, honestly feels bad. She makes her way over cautiously and sits down next to him, chewing on her bottom lip. ]

... Hey. [ are you still mad baby bro ]

[stormsoff]

[ by the time she reaches him he's calm again, awake enough to realize he had a nightmare.

He's mostly curled up, his knees pulled to his chest and his good arm wrapped around them. He doesn't say anything at first, or look at her ... but eventually he'll turn his head, pillowing his cheek on one of his knees so he can watch her face. ]

Hey. [ real quiet.

he's not mad, no. ]

[disreguarded]

[ Very carefully, she nudges him. ]

You did good. Getting everybody to settle down.

[stormsoff]

[ his brow knits, a little. he'll look away. ]

... you think so? All I did was yell at people.

[disreguarded]

Sometimes you gotta yell to get people's attention. Sometimes you gotta get in people's faces and show them you're upset so they actually listen to you.

[ She's very gentle with any sort of touch, including reaching to rest her hand on his back. ]

[stormsoff]

[ she reaches out to touch his back, and after a moment, Isaac kinda just

lets himself

lean into her. Still curled up. ]

I really didn't think they'd listen.

[ he still seems surprised they did. ]

I was just ... mad. I'm still mad. Not at like ... anyone specific I guess, just ...

[ He uncurls enough to rub his chest with his good hand ]

When I get angry it just ... it just sits, buzzing in my head, getting worse and worse, until...

[ until he explodes, apparently. ]

[disreguarded]

[ All of the tension completely soaks out of her when he curls up against her. She's very, very relieved, and she pulls him in easily enough, resting the side of her head against the top of his. ]

You know - I know how that feels? [ She says quietly. ] It kinda hurts after a while, right? Makes your chest all tight, it's hard to breathe. So it's better you let it out.

[ Sniff. ] I can take it. So can the rest of them.

[stormsoff]

[ Good. Good. That's the way it should be. Isaac leans against her like he belongs there--and he feels like he does.

What a strange and wonderful thing.

He wants to look up at her when she says that, but can't, with the way their heads are positioned. Instead he just ... swallows, hard. ]

... y-yeah. Sometimes it's like ... I can't breathe around it. It's all I can think about, for weeks.

[ .... ]

I know he was provoking you, Beau. It's ... it's okay. I get why you were mad.