you cannot hurt me

[pajarita]

Who: raven reyes et tu, brute [open log for first half of the event ayy]
Where: mostly room 118, raven is being forced to 'rest up' and 'take it easy'
When: april 6th-19th
What: raven, much like bridges that can outlast a nuclear war, isn't immune to things that go boom. following her easter egg fiasco, her good doctor griffin has her on bed rest. she's so pissy, so obviously come and talk to her.

room 118

[There are no painkillers, again, so she has no reason to be happily loopy throughout the healing process. There's no reason for her to be happy at all, it seems, because if it's one good thing -- mending things with Clarke, hearing that their people get out of Mount Weather -- then it's followed by a bad thing. An egg exploding in her face.

She could've had it a lot worse, truth be told. She reacted fast, that was the good thing. Reacted fast enough to cover her face with her free hand, but still come out of it with burnt fingertips and little annoying cuts all over the place. Her arm, her face where she hadn't covered it. So on.

It's a good thing she has Clarke to take care of her, and with this she seems to be giving Clarke something to do as well, but all in all she's so done with being the invalid. The bed-ridden weight dragging people down.

At some point, in this whole 'sit in bed and get better' experience, during which she sleeps a lot, she ends up getting her hands on new projects. The first one is to sharpen her knife. And when that's been managed, the next project is to make a couple of dice out of a broken chair leg. It's a tedious job, but it gives her something to do, and she doesn't mind the splinters. Who knew she could have a future in sculpting, right?]

bring your own adventure

[Please go ahead. The door to 118 is open during the day, but not during the night. Come April 15th, she might start moving through the Hotel again.]