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[agains]

Who: Hue & Cry, but anyone should feel free to tag in if you're feelin' it
What: Post-holiday coping, commiserating, comforting, confronting, cetcetera.
When: December 8th onward
Where: Virgo HQ + H&C Penthouse + throw a prompt if it suits you
Warnings: Mentions of violence from Twist The Knife and respective canons, please make note in subject headers if you know something else ahead of time

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[thelittlemerman]

DECEMBER 8TH / PENTHOUSE

[Finnick went straight to bed after they got off the shuttle home, but he didn't get much sleep. By morning, he seems like kind of a zombie, wandering into the kitchen to get some food that the chefs have prepared. He barely mumbles his usual thanks when his coffee is poured for him, and he stares blankly at the table as he picks away at his food looking exhausted and traumatized. Something about the events last night have just shut him down completely, though he'll respond if someone speaks to him.]


DECEMBER 8TH / GYM

[He decides at some point that he has to distract himself, and what better way to do that than to run himself ragged on a treadmill. He's always approached personal fitness like he's preparing for war, but today there's even more urgency and desperation in it. His feet are heavy on the treadmill and he drops weights loudly when he's done with a set instead of setting them back on the rack right away like anyone with a bit of etiquette would. He's not listening to music today like he usually does, focusing instead on the actual physical pain of his workout routine. Maybe there's a touch of masochism in it for him, maybe he's just angry. Maybe he thinks sweat will push out the image of Naomi Rivers burned into his brain right now.]


DECEMBER 8TH / CAFE

[Dowstairs in HQ, there's a cafe with a window-lined wall looking out over the ocean. Finnick's sitting there with a notebook in front of him, though he hasn't written anything but a few strange words, something about the boy he saw and a trident. He's too distracted, staring out at the ocean, thinking about how it would feel to go swimming right now. He can remember, remember being in it and feeling like it's healing him, like he can finally collect his thoughts, be content despite some deep sadness in his soul that he can't name. He remembers some shallow, warm sea that can't be anywhere near the beach outside, and some girl that he surfaces next to with a smirk. She tells him, "don't do that," with a scowl that he takes some small joy in.]

What? Come up or stay under?

[He realizes he's said out loud a moment later, and he frowns because he can't actually place the memory. He doesn't know the girl, and he has no idea where the beach would be.]


ONWARD / WILDCARD

[As time passes Finnick starts to return back to his old self, though somewhat subdued. He frowns and falls silent whenever the party comes up in conversation, but otherwise he seems eager to move forward and even complains occasionally about when they'll finally be let out. He can be found all over Virgo HQ, socializing again and frequenting the cafes, restaurants, and of course the gym.]

[goateeocracy]

[A - Dec. 10, Late Night/Early Morning]

[Yan has been irritable and a bit less than supportive since the whole incident went down and everyone got transported back to HQ. He's also been staying up until the wee hours of the morning working on...something. Right now, he's passed out on the couch with his notes scattered all around him and his cell phone in one hand with a text message on it half-typed.

If you decide to be nosy, you'll see the message says "GO TO B" (Bed? Probably.) and that the person he's texting is apparently named "明." If you decide to look at the notes instead, it looks like he's in the early stages of drafting some sort of cheesy fantasy novel. There are notes about Roman soldiers and Chinese clothing from the 2nd century interspersed with pictures of giant dragon men and scantily clad women with too many arms. Not at all what you would expect from a serious guy like Yan.]

[B - Closer to the holiday season]

[Yan has emerged from his bedroom wearing what is probably the most eye-searing, embarrassing, dorky holiday sweater in all of creation. It's so bad, the secondhand embarrassment is probably causing people to cringe several apartments over. Yan, however, doesn't seem to notice. He's wearing it with an air of confidence and self-assurance that it really doesn't warrant and it's kind of worrisome because he's headed for the closet to get his coat. It looks like he intends to actually go out in public like this.

He pauses, probably feeling the horrified looks everyone in the room is giving him burning a hole in the back of his head, and turns around.]

What?