Grace Is Gone

[skyward_eyes]

WHO: Nida Nomura, Some Closed Starters, Otherwise OTA
WHAT: Drinking with Wanda, Missing Persons Announcement, Dangerous habits
WHERE: Wanda's Room, Roof of Dorms
WHEN: August 1st - 7th
WARNINGS: Drinking, Grieving, Possible mentions of death and self-harm.


One Drink To Remember - Closed to Wanda

When he wakes up, bed mostly cold, arms empty, no noise from familiar breathing, his heart aches. This hadn't happened yet, not to someone he knew. Not so far as he knew. Because it definitely hadn't been a year. Not even close. Not even...

Within an hour he's gone to the store and come back, and is knocking on another door in the dorm. Pounding really. He's got a nice tall bottle of vodka, grief in his heart, and someone that needs to know before anyone else. Especially since he couldn't find their information on the network anymore.




Then Another To Forget - OTA

This isn't what he's supposed to do. He knows that. It's not healthy, it's not smart, and it's definitely not what he should be doing, but hey, who needs good life choices? In this case the choice manifests in the form of a young man lying on the edge of the building, a bottle of vodka near at hand, claimed every few minutes for a swig as he stares up at the sky above him.

Is this a risky place to be, especially tipsy? Hell yes. Does Nida care? No. But he does flinch when the door to the roof opens? Yes. Is that possibly bad? Yes.

"Close the door," he'll call, his voice a bit uneven. "You're letting the warm out."

Which he thinks is pretty funny, leaving him chuckling.




Network Post - Audio Only

[Definitely Nida's voice, but also very clearly slurred just enough to imply someone has been drinking. Probably more than he should. Which is any at all.]

For those who would care? Billy Kaplan and Tommy Shepherd are gone.

Filtered to Seifer

Yes, I know. You're disappointed and I shouldn't be drinking. Whatever. Can I borrow Eos for a few nights?


[OOC: Nida is going to be in a bad emotional state, and mostly walking through life a bit broken. He's cool to have custom starters for anyone, just directly message me, hit me on plurk churbooseanon or discord (Churby#4290). I can have something ready rather easily.]

Comments

[notalive]

Right. Don't worry, I'll keep you away from alcohol. Promise.

[It doesn't literally appear as an objective anymore - keep Nida sober or some such thing - but he's determined to do what he's been asked all the same. Just because he's being trusted to do it...which means:]

Just so we're clear - even if you ask me later for your ID back because you want alcohol, I say no. Right?

[skyward_eyes]

Correct. I'm not allowed to have my ID back until we get back here. Or, of course, on the idea that you may be called in suddenly for work, after you walk me from the building we're in.

[That makes sense, right? Trying to make sure he has things planned properly.]

[notalive]

I'm a traffic cop, I don't think we get called in.

[Unless one of those giant late-night traffic jams totally disrupts life as they all know it.]

I repair roombas at night, but they can look after themselves.

If you want to talk about it, by the way - I'm here. And if you don't... I'm still here.

[He wanted to say that and get it out of the way. And it might not come up again this evening, but the offer's there.]

[skyward_eyes]

I'm really done talking about it. It hurts, I'm trying to move on. Thinking about it only makes it hurt more.

[So instead he's just walking and ready to get out of here.]

Have we figured out how to get there from here today?

[notalive]

Then we don't talk about it.

[Connor's someone who constantly feels the need to push. So this takes an effort - more than that, it takes a genuine desire for Nida not to feel any worse than he already does.]

I've found if you just head south and keep trying to head south, you eventually hit the boardwalk.

Most of the time.

I haven't worked out any real patterns yet. Mostly I get places by luck.

[And by leaving at least half an hour more than the route should take. Or calling a taxi.]

[skyward_eyes]

The way this place works, just makes me more suspicious of it.

[That said, they've got a hike to take, and Nida's absolutely looking forward to music. Just music. It's a cheerful thing.]

[notalive]

That's how I try to get to most places. Pick a direction and keep going until I recognise something.

[It's not entirely dark out yet, so it's easy to head south just from what direction the sky is still slightly grey-pink. Maggie walks along between them like the highly alert guard dog she started life as.]

Maybe it works - or maybe I just assume it works because it looked like it did once or twice.

[Connor's very first irrational idea: how to make direction work in a city that forcibly rejects the concept.]

[skyward_eyes]

Seems like a reasonable enough method, given how ridiculous this world clearly is.

[Nida mostly relies on the nav programs on the communication devices, and those aren't always reliable. But rationality is a bit overrated, Connor. At least in a place like this.]

Can I trust you and the pupper to be the guide there?

[notalive]

I'm used to unusual, but... Yeah, I'm still having trouble with outright ridiculous.

[All he can do is try to force it to be as rational as he can. It's not always working.]

You can trust us to guide you...somewhere. Hopefully to the bar. Or a bar. Somewhere interesting, at the very least.

If you see somewhere you like, let us know. Right, Maggie?

[She wags her nub of a tail mid-stride, and he beams down at her. It's an incredibly goofy expression for the usually pretty serious-looking android.]

think we can ftb now?

[skyward_eyes]

I'd rather somewhere interesting.

[He smiles and reaches out, patting the robot-dog's head. This is the best.]

That's really all I care about. Getting out of my room.