checkingout | you cannot hurt me

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.]

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[Cissie is experiencing her own restless recovery syndrome, which is basically that she feels useless and stupid and like she should be so much better than to have let herself get exploded on by an Easter egg. As if she had any say or input in the matter at all, but now she's got wounds and bruises and a hand that throbs from the burns only all of the time. It's only her right hand, her dominant hand, that's all. No big deal there, right? It's not like she has to use it for school work or archery practice or anything, just... texting and eating and braiding her hair.

This is what her life has come to, and she's going completely stir-crazy. So much so that she finally begins to wander from her room, and explore the hotel a little, even though she gets Looks from people and she hates it. She is not someone people should be pitying, or worrying about. But no one knows that, and how could they? She's been laying so low, and doing nothing--except maybe wallowing in her uselessness.

Which is part of why, when she peeks into Raven's open door, she's so surprised by what she sees that she actually stops and pokes her head in. She lifts her bandaged hand in a bit of a wave, giving her a sheepish smile.]

Hi. Sorry, I didn't mean to just--barge in rudely like this. Are you... making something?

[She won't get pity from Raven, she'll get understanding. They've been there, both of them. From the moment someone pokes their head into the room, Raven looks up, and when she spots the bandaged hand and the same signs of scratches and little cuts on her face as on her own, she knows.]

You too, huh? Come in. [Why not? What's the worst that could happen, she turns out to be a psycho? She's in a cynic mood about that today, so the door is open. Besides which, she's got that knife in her hand, the one she's using to chop little pieces of wood off what remains of a chair leg.]

Trying to is the key word here. Sculpture's new to me.

[Cissie's smile goes from sheepish to relieved in about .2 seconds, and she nods, a bit ruefully, making her way into the room to sit at the end of the bed. Nothing like some egg-shaped bombs to help make new friends, right?

Except she met some of her actual best friends for the first time after getting an arrow through the arm, so maybe she's just better suited to friendship through trauma. Not a happy thought, but. There it is.]

Yeah, me too. What is you're trying to make? [She leans in to get a closer look, then remembers her manners.] Oh! Sorry. I'm Cissie.

[She'd normally shake her hand here, but looking at their hands it's probably not a good idea. So she doesn't do that.]

Raven. And I'm aiming for a dice. [Look at the wood shavings all over her duvet, she could've picked something easier.]

[Cissie leans in to get a closer look at the carvings, eyebrows raising in something that might be impressed, or slightly skeptical.]

...I can see it. You picked an ambitious project. Have you done a lot of woodwork before?

No, I'm more used to metal work. [She points towards the brace lying on a chair as far from the bed as possible. Clarke's way of telling her to stay put and heal up. She's distracted by the carving, so she doesn't make a fuss of it.]

[Cissie follows her pointing and her eyebrows shoot up at what she sees. Her voice is full of awe.] ...Wow. You made that? Here?

No, no, it came in with me. [She shudders to think what it would be like without the brace here. No working elevator, first floor room, walking target.] I can barely make shelves here, are you kidding?

Oh. [She laughs, shaking her head.] That makes more sense, yeah. But for a minute I thought maybe you were a miracle worker and wondered why the heck you haven't created a door out of nothing.

Ha. [Ouch, yeah. If only.] I mean, I could build a bomb to blow a hole in the wall, but it'd take time and...I'm not sure that wouldn't backfire on me.

[WINCE] ...Yeah, I think we've had enough explosives lately, for the time being.

For the time being, yeah. [But she's got nails now. Sure, they're holding up Clarke's shelves in the infirmary, but she's got nails and if anyone has bullets...

One possibility, though not one she's okay with taking into account now. There still are kids in this place.]

you cannot hurt me

whoops i'm so late to this i hope this is okay!

so verily!

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