Will Graham (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
empathicfault) wrote2023-06-18 11:04 am
empathicfault) wrote2023-06-18 11:04 am
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[Open for text/audio/action/whatever.]
[ It doesn't take a lot of thinking to figure out what had happened. He's frowning a bit- right up until that last bit. That makes him snort in amusement. ]
I believe you, Steve. That's...really, that's not a problem.
All right, let's head out for a bit, if there's nothing else to be done for Shaw. Probably better to have something to distract us than just sitting around waiting for her to come back to life, anyway. Let's not go too deep, though, if you're all right with that.
[ He doesn't want to meet the same fate as Sheehan and Shaw. ]
Meet you on the deck?
I believe you, Steve. That's...really, that's not a problem.
All right, let's head out for a bit, if there's nothing else to be done for Shaw. Probably better to have something to distract us than just sitting around waiting for her to come back to life, anyway. Let's not go too deep, though, if you're all right with that.
[ He doesn't want to meet the same fate as Sheehan and Shaw. ]
Meet you on the deck?
All right. Be there in five.
[ He's at a good stopping point, and he's not going to ask. He'll appear near the greenhouse in the time it takes him to get up there on deck. ]
[ He's at a good stopping point, and he's not going to ask. He'll appear near the greenhouse in the time it takes him to get up there on deck. ]
Hey.
[Shaw is still very visibly under the weather (and she notably arrives a few minutes after Will), but she's up and on her feet, which is, as far as she's concerned, the most important thing.]
You wanna brainstorm about what we're going to do about Avalon, or you wanna go surveil Lestat?
[Shaw is still very visibly under the weather (and she notably arrives a few minutes after Will), but she's up and on her feet, which is, as far as she's concerned, the most important thing.]
You wanna brainstorm about what we're going to do about Avalon, or you wanna go surveil Lestat?
Not that I know of. I'm pretty sure they were only capable of reading my mind, not manipulating it. But I could be wrong on that front. Trying to understand them is like speaking to a mobius strip.
Which inma- oh, Neal? Damn.
Which inma- oh, Neal? Damn.
[ Will doesn't comment on her illness- he knew she'd be up and moving around before she was fully recovered. He wondered how the hell her team back home kept her from rejoining work for a couple weeks. ]
Well, we could do both. I don't- honestly, I don't know what there is to do about Avalon, at this point. Other than keep an eye out.
Well, we could do both. I don't- honestly, I don't know what there is to do about Avalon, at this point. Other than keep an eye out.
[Root stapled her to the safehouse bed, probably.]
Honestly? Keeping an eye out's my favorite method. But like I said, I'm open to other options. Some other options.
[She jerks her chin towards the art gazebo, where Lestat hangs out.]
Shall we?
Honestly? Keeping an eye out's my favorite method. But like I said, I'm open to other options. Some other options.
[She jerks her chin towards the art gazebo, where Lestat hangs out.]
Shall we?
That's Malcolm's inmate. Haven't talked to him much, but I'd been planning on seeing him for some art lessons. Got caught up in the last flood and the port and...everything with Avalon, in between.
We will. Malcolm will probably be ahead of us, but we can help.
What is it?
What is it?
It is?
....I'm coming over. I'll bring Jet and Winston.
....I'm coming over. I'll bring Jet and Winston.
[ The fact that Shaw's still bringing this up makes Will smile slightly. He didn't figure it was said to placate him, necessarily. But that she's still committed to helping him seek justice is good to hear.
He tilts his head and holds his hand out in a 'go ahead' way when she looks in the direction of the art gazebo. Apparently, they shall. ]
I- as long as I know they're staying in their corner, I can stay in mine. I accomplished what I wanted to.
He tilts his head and holds his hand out in a 'go ahead' way when she looks in the direction of the art gazebo. Apparently, they shall. ]
I- as long as I know they're staying in their corner, I can stay in mine. I accomplished what I wanted to.
Pour us both a glass of coke? With ice, if you've got it.
[She doesn't respond. But she gives herself to the count of three, then pulls herself off of her mattress and does as requested, leaving the glasses of iced Coke on the counter before going to unlock the door. When he arrives, he'll find her collapsed on the bed again, face-down, fully dressed with her boots still on.]
[ Will speeds up a little at the lack of verbal response, only leashing Jet this time and heading quickly to her cabin. The dogs catch onto the energy and get a little excited, and since Will is keeping the audio connected, Shaw will hear some woofs on his way over.
He opens the door and lets the dogs in, first. Jet races to Shaw and jumps on the bed to sniff at her face on the pillow. Winston doesn't jump up, but puts his paws up so he can lick her hand. Will makes his way over to the counter for the Cokes. ]
Yep, you're doing about as well as I thought.
He opens the door and lets the dogs in, first. Jet races to Shaw and jumps on the bed to sniff at her face on the pillow. Winston doesn't jump up, but puts his paws up so he can lick her hand. Will makes his way over to the counter for the Cokes. ]
Yep, you're doing about as well as I thought.
[Shaw wiggles her fingers, lightly rubbing Winston's nose; she also turns her head to the side to try to avoid any face-licks from Jet, though he gets a nice ear-scratch for his troubles. There is, again, a noticeable pause before she responds to Will.]
I'm fine, it's just... this place. Probably better for you not to see me like this, actually.
[She's not quite telling him to leave, but she's concerned all the same. She knows that if danger hit she'd be able to force herself out of this and concentrate on the matter at hand, and that too much downtime and space to think is her biggest enemy here - but she figures that it would be all too easy for someone else to look at her right now and see her as too broken to warden effectively. She needs Will's respect, she thinks, not his pity.]
I'm fine, it's just... this place. Probably better for you not to see me like this, actually.
[She's not quite telling him to leave, but she's concerned all the same. She knows that if danger hit she'd be able to force herself out of this and concentrate on the matter at hand, and that too much downtime and space to think is her biggest enemy here - but she figures that it would be all too easy for someone else to look at her right now and see her as too broken to warden effectively. She needs Will's respect, she thinks, not his pity.]
I've been worse. You're responding, that's more than I expected.
[ He's not leaving, not unless she orders him to. For Will, his respect isn't earned through seeming put-together, not even through not falling apart. His respect is earned with cleverness and kindness and determination, and Shaw's had it for a while now.
He brings both glasses over to her bed and sits on the floor, cross-legged next to Winston. ]
Let me know when you can sit up. The dogs'll get out of your way.
[ He's not leaving, not unless she orders him to. For Will, his respect isn't earned through seeming put-together, not even through not falling apart. His respect is earned with cleverness and kindness and determination, and Shaw's had it for a while now.
He brings both glasses over to her bed and sits on the floor, cross-legged next to Winston. ]
Let me know when you can sit up. The dogs'll get out of your way.
Graham--
[There's a warning edge to her tone, though still based on concern for him, not anger towards him. But then she isn't sure how to follow that up, so she just sighs heavily and hauls herself into a half-seated position, her eyes glassy and focused on the floor rather than on him.]
You were concerned about Neal. Do you want to see...?
[She gestures vaguely at her communicator, lying on the mattress near her elbow and open to the post in question.]
[There's a warning edge to her tone, though still based on concern for him, not anger towards him. But then she isn't sure how to follow that up, so she just sighs heavily and hauls herself into a half-seated position, her eyes glassy and focused on the floor rather than on him.]
You were concerned about Neal. Do you want to see...?
[She gestures vaguely at her communicator, lying on the mattress near her elbow and open to the post in question.]
Will raises his eyebrows at her tone, but it's questioning rather than challenging. She doesn't say anything beyond that, though, and he nods when she offers to let him see. He takes the tablet, but before he starts reading, he holds out one of the glasses. ]
Thanks. Hold this? Just...to feel the cold and condensation. Maybe drink some if you can.
[ He might be pushing too hard, but it helps him when he's drifting. Regardless how she reacts (he'll accept whatever), he'll start reading, and snickers at the term 'free-range assholes'. ]
Thanks. Hold this? Just...to feel the cold and condensation. Maybe drink some if you can.
[ He might be pushing too hard, but it helps him when he's drifting. Regardless how she reacts (he'll accept whatever), he'll start reading, and snickers at the term 'free-range assholes'. ]
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