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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫. ([personal profile] naloxone) wrote in [community profile] ximilia2021-12-03 08:34 pm

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[ turns out? space doesn't give a single fuck about your circadian rhythm. or maybe insomnia is just that attached to her that even the absence of a sun dictating her internal clock doesn't faze it, like an old friend you wish would just forget you already.

one night (?) late into the early hours (???) marta finds herself drifting out of the room she's come to assume will be hers for the indefinite future, passing through stark white walls with all the sterility of a hospital, but none of its familiar chaos.

she's still getting used to the earpiece. still getting used to hearing other people's voices in her head. she doesn't mean to add another in the void, but one of her own thoughts blares out too vividly as she stares out into an actual void: ]


—but where are the stars?
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[personal profile] kovach 2021-12-10 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ honestly, if she'd wanted to toss that one back too, he wouldn't necessarily judge her on it either, even if he'd probably suggest her to tone it down after that, just on account of knowing the likely terrible hangover she'd be sporting later. he still remembers his first day, showing up with a slew of injuries, near-death, still woozy from getting his ass very thoroughly kicked right before seeing a vision of his sister potentially still alive.

of course, he'd understood later it was all just in his head, just like all of his routine hallucinations, the past still swirling to haunt him even now, months after the side effects should have gone away.

he gives a shrug when she seems uncertain about her own discomfort on the situation compared to everyone else's. ]


Everyone feels different about it. We all got different stories, different experience — for some people, it's a cake walk through just another day; for others, it's gonna be a hell of a lot.

[ he can tell which camp she's in. ]

You'll be disoriented about it for a while, but the deal you made becomes clearer. And when it does, you can still decide if this is something you really want to do. Some people do leave. [ he looks at the liquid in his glass, tilting it to let it swirl around. ] You don't actually have to do this. Not unless it's really worth it.
Edited 2021-12-10 04:36 (UTC)
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[personal profile] kovach 2021-12-20 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ as far as he knows, he could have left at any time, but he knows what awaits him when he goes back, how he'd just be back in the hands of bancroft, having to solve a murder that's so entangled in strings that he's almost too concerned with what he might find when it resolves itself. what he gets in solving that mystery will be his freedom, but he's still curious about the prize that comes with this deal, if it's even actually possible.

marta seems like she's concerned, but her voice shows her conviction all the same. he doesn't know what she's bargaining for, but he hopes she doesn't end up disappointed.

he huffs a light chuckle at her sudden shift towards positivity, even if he can feel it subtly forced. but he'll indulge her on it, raising his own glass towards her. ]


Here's to surviving this shit. [ positivity, right? ] And your first night out in space.