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interstellar55552016-06-22 04:26 pm
panspermia) wrote in interstellar55552016-06-22 04:26 pm
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I'm in the autumn of my years
Who: Greg Universe and any Rescuers
What: who's this asshole
When: June 18
Where: The Rescuers' ship
Warnings: trauma and PTSD
If Greg has a reaction to entering a massive alien guitar spaceship, he keeps it to himself. Between the drama of the ritual, the return of his maimed soul, and his haphazard rescue, he simply has too much to process first before he can take in the rest of the rescuer operation. As a result, first thing he does is find a small, empty room--a bathroom--and ask to be left alone for a while.
An hour or so later, a very different man emerges again.
It hadn't been his first intention in locking himself in that room, but the longer he'd been in there, the more necessary it had felt. Greg hasn't felt like himself in a very long time. The worst of it was the result of Blanche's meddling with his soul, yes, but it extended before that point as well. The face of his youth, the one Blanche used and tried to make into a different person altogether... Greg couldn't keep looking at that face anymore. It hurt too much, made him too sick. Adding a few years on to his appearance and a beard isn't going to fix it, either; he's not the same person he used to be, either. (After all, he did keep the hair.) But this is better, closer than before. Whoever he is now, this is about as close as he's willing to get.
Greg Universe emerges into the ship, avoiding eye contact, and finally begins to take things in.
What: who's this asshole
When: June 18
Where: The Rescuers' ship
Warnings: trauma and PTSD
If Greg has a reaction to entering a massive alien guitar spaceship, he keeps it to himself. Between the drama of the ritual, the return of his maimed soul, and his haphazard rescue, he simply has too much to process first before he can take in the rest of the rescuer operation. As a result, first thing he does is find a small, empty room--a bathroom--and ask to be left alone for a while.
An hour or so later, a very different man emerges again.
It hadn't been his first intention in locking himself in that room, but the longer he'd been in there, the more necessary it had felt. Greg hasn't felt like himself in a very long time. The worst of it was the result of Blanche's meddling with his soul, yes, but it extended before that point as well. The face of his youth, the one Blanche used and tried to make into a different person altogether... Greg couldn't keep looking at that face anymore. It hurt too much, made him too sick. Adding a few years on to his appearance and a beard isn't going to fix it, either; he's not the same person he used to be, either. (After all, he did keep the hair.) But this is better, closer than before. Whoever he is now, this is about as close as he's willing to get.
Greg Universe emerges into the ship, avoiding eye contact, and finally begins to take things in.
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"What about you? You're the one who went through an entire soul-reconstruction in the field and then some!"
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"I, uhh. I don't really know yet." He shrugs, glancing away. "I guess I'm putting the pieces back together."
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He shrugs again, starting to shrink in on himself. It's hard to think about; the actual moment it happened... he can remember, but there was so much going on, he's not sure what's real and what he imagined. His soul aches at the memory; that's a new sensation he'd have rather never felt. Greg shakes his head. "I can't... I'm sorry. Right now, I can't."