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]

[Steve remembers what it was like to be stuck in bed. He never felt more restless than when he was supposed to be resting, fighting himself when there was no one else to fight. Luckily he had Bucky to practically sit on top of him, to make sure that he recovered.

He's not sitting on top of her. But Steve is sitting beside her, sketching quietly on the back of an old hotel pamphlet. The eggs surprised everyone, and he's gathered up as many as he can. It's not all of them by a long shot - the hotel has its share of chocoholics willing to risk it.

Steve looks over as she starts to wake, a soft but worried smile on his lips.]

How're you feeling?

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

[cisskabob]

[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?