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.]

Comments

[starspangled]

I went to art school for a little while. I did mostly sketches. I didn't have to worry about getting the color of anything wrong that way.

[But maybe colorful cats could've been his style. Anyway, he goes on to explain.]

I was colorblind.

[pajarita]

[Clarke would probably get this better than Raven, but she's not trying to catch flies with honey, so...]

That's rough, buddy.

[starspangled]

[He snorts softly, a smile on his lips. He actually likes her approach. It's honest, he'll take honest any day.]

It was better than the asthma. And the scoliosis. But if I had to choose between it and the flat feet, I could've lived with the flat feet.

[But technically he lived with it all.}

[pajarita]

[She needs a moment, and then.]

What sort of coccoon did you go in, then? [I mean -- look at him.]

[starspangled]

I joined the Army.

[It's not a lie!]

[pajarita]

[A little groan.] Come on, Steve - here I actually liked you.

[starspangled]

I hope you still do.

[Sass and dogtags and all.]

[pajarita]

I kind of do, tragically. [What's she supposed to say? That she dislikes soldiers? Please - Bellamy almost never leaves his guns behind, and Clarke was well on her way to becoming a warlord if that's what hanging out with Lexa would've done. And Lexa...

Eh.

Steve's atypical. She pictures him as a member of the Guard on the Ark, and has a gut feeling that he'd have been floated fast fo feeding the hungry from extra rations meant for the upper class soirées. Yeah, she kind of does like him.]

[starspangled]

That is a tragedy.

[Anyone unfortunate enough to be friends with him. Steve says it with a bit of a smile though.]

Tell you what. You can have that picture if you like. Or I can draw you anything you want, anything at all.

[pajarita]

[Yeah, they're bad at pretending like it's a bad thing, considering the smiles. She considers his offer, her lip between her teeth for a moment.

Quietly,] Are you any good with solar systems?

[starspangled]

Yeah, I am.

[Steve smiles, pleasantly surprised by the question.]

My friend Bucky loved space and everything about it. I learned quite a bit just from him.

[pajarita]

[My my my, Bucky - a bucket of surprises. She smiles a little; maybe she'll talk to him about stars, soon. See what he knows, if he still likes them, if he'd like to hear spacewalking stories. Maybe talking about it with a neutral party will help it feel warm again.]

If you can draw me something thematic...[I'll what?]