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WHO: TORTURE VICTIMS, and OPEN to visitors and idk anyone else who might have a reason to be around
WHERE: the import clinic
WHEN: TAG IN AND SET YOUR OWN \o/
WARNINGS: Possibly
SUMMARY: Communal visitation log for torture victims.
FORMAT: Words

[ The clinic’s full today due to the recent influx, and probably swarming with activity from all quarters. The victims are spread out - or in some cases close together - so try to can the outbursts during quiet hours. ]

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Vriska. She remembers the name. And, because this is such a preferred topic to feeling like shit for pushing away her friend (who might not be her friend), she focuses in on it with a passion.

"So, you know anything about your ancestor?" she volunteers, a little hopefully. Anything to keep them peaceably talking, and not having to think about much.

"No," he says with a head shake. Sorry, Carrie, no dice.

"Did they say how you can tell if a skrull is a skrull?"

Damn. She exhales slowly, letting herself back down again. A skrull would want to know if they'd worked out any definitive way of telling them apart. But so would Tavros. She really needs a successful distraction.

"Don't remember anything. Sorry."

He sighs.

Fine.

"So instead of talking Gamzee into coming back, I asked to make out with him instead."

Here. Let's talk about how dumb your moirail is, Carrie, that's distracting?

Oh. Uh. She has to blink at that, even if it hardly does any good. This suddenly sounds like territory she has absolutely no advice for.

"Oh." ...Add more words, it needs more than that. "Uh. How'd it go?"

"Not too great, basically. I think that I am probably doomed. I never figure out that people like me, I never know what to do when they tell me that they do, and once I figure out that I like someone back, they don't like me like that anymore."

Yep. It's a bad case of teenage romance drama.

"And then all of this is going on. So right now sucks. I think that is a fact that should be put on the table for everyone to observe and, probably, agree with. Um. So, since you're here in the hospital and can't escape, how's your romantic life?"

..........Tavros don't tease the invalid. It's mean.

Yeah, no, she's really bad at this. She wasn't too interested back in school, when everyone around her was, and now that she's doing far less kid-stuff she's even less into it. She makes a face down at the bedsheet in answer to his question, and does a quick little uncomfortable squirm.

"It's, uh..." Weird and unnerving, thanks to Kanaya? Does that even count as a romantic life? To a troll it does, she figures. "...Non-existent, as usual." That seems like a safer answer.

"Partner, we are good at heroing, but we are really bad at everything else. But don't worry, you are great and eventually someone will prove that they are worthy of being in a quadrant with you."

Maybe a little leaning again? Just a little?

"I mean, who else can get all smashed up and still be totally chill? Your super power is being the coolest kid around!"

If this is a skrull, it's a great actor. Ugh, but she doesn't even want to wonder. If it's a skrull, she'll take her comfort from it, instead. She leans back, frowning.

"Yeah, thanks. Figure I don't really want any of that, though." The frown is definitely turning pout-wards. "Especially not somewhat what hates me."

[There may be just the smallest noise when Carrie returns the lean - he couldn't even wonder if she was a skrull yet, he needed his moirail.]

"Huh? Is someone making, uh, black advances on you?"

That meant it would be a troll, but wh-

Oh. Oh man, she was going to say it's Kanaya.

Uh. I guess, a little.

[ to be honest she can't tell what the crap Kanaya is ever up to, but that nice little talk with Terezi had... shed some light onto it. She scrubs her face with her hands, a little miserably. ]

Um. I am not going to hug you, but I want to, I guess, register, that if it wouldn't be all weird, I would do so.

[He will very carefully rest his head against her shoulder for a moment, though.]

Should I get an auspistice? Someone to, basically, be a go-between?

[ Oh, hell with that. She shrugs off that leaned head, but only to twist sideways and wrap both arms around him. A little awkward while sitting, so that also comes with an insistent pull, to drag him down onto the propped-up pillowed portion of the hospital bed. ]

No. [ Calmly, like she hadn't moved at all. ] Last thing I want's more people involved.

[He makes a small noise going over, and ends up somewhere inbetween sitting and laying down, and there's the horns to consider. For a second it all feels impossibly awkward but then he shifts to prop himself up half over her on one arm and rests his forehead against her temple and everything just fits.

[This hug has been upgraded to a cuddle. Tavros closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and finally relaxes.]

Mmm. Okay. I'll talk to Terezi, though. See how she thinks.

How're Jason and Jessica? There was, I remember, a tentacle thing.

[ If this is a skrull, Carrie might have to look into keeping him around. She keeps her eyes closed, so she doesn't have to worry about accidentally awkwardly staring from this close. Even mention of dragging Terezi back into this can't dampen the general 'this is nice'ness of the moment. ]

There was. [ Nope, not even that will ruin it. She only sighs a little. ] Awkward as ever, I figure.

[He chuckles and nuzzles her temple, talking quietly now.]

I can't believe she shot him. Also, she thinks I am some kind of genius, because I just told her how to deal with it. I am, pretty much, a level-headed god to her, now.

[ She snorts, if only because yeah, she can totally picture that. ]

Figure that about sums you up, sure. [ and she even manages not to sound guilty with this: ] S'not like you don't have practice by now, anyway.

Well I have this partner, you know, who taught me how to take care of such things. Also, my scar makes me look, basically, totally badass. Which I guess means that you are now the badassedest of all.

[He doesn't even care that there is no such word as badassedest.]

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