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thisavrou_log2016-02-28 04:07 pm
rraidergirl) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-02-28 04:07 pm
[closed] Who's crazy to live their whole life-
Who: Eric the Magical Therapist and Lara the Hallucinating Archaeologist
When: After this, in the early end of the morning.
Where: The Mess Hall
What: Lara is covering all of her mental health basis, this time with the slightly more legitimate ship therapist.
Warnings: The Usual. Descriptions of violence and death. Shitty hallucination Sans.
She almost feels better after she disconnects with Eric. It's-- It's not fixing anything, not right away, but it's something. A decision to act when everything before had left her feeling trapped and helpless. And it's rather hard to keep up the illusion of not needing help when one's steps are dogged by the bloody specter of one's dead friends, the smooth walls of the ship wiggling and squirming into the crumbling walls of Yamatai's city, the shine on the floor blood at her feet--
So. To the Mess Hall.
It's almost painfully early, even for Lara who had been a morning person even before Yamatai (or rather a poor sleeping habits person), and the Mess Hall is quiet and empty, except for one other person. Lara approaches them cautiously, hoping vaguely she doesn't actually look as worn and tired as she feels. First impressions and all that.
"Eric..?"
When: After this, in the early end of the morning.
Where: The Mess Hall
What: Lara is covering all of her mental health basis, this time with the slightly more legitimate ship therapist.
Warnings: The Usual. Descriptions of violence and death. Shitty hallucination Sans.
She almost feels better after she disconnects with Eric. It's-- It's not fixing anything, not right away, but it's something. A decision to act when everything before had left her feeling trapped and helpless. And it's rather hard to keep up the illusion of not needing help when one's steps are dogged by the bloody specter of one's dead friends, the smooth walls of the ship wiggling and squirming into the crumbling walls of Yamatai's city, the shine on the floor blood at her feet--
So. To the Mess Hall.
It's almost painfully early, even for Lara who had been a morning person even before Yamatai (or rather a poor sleeping habits person), and the Mess Hall is quiet and empty, except for one other person. Lara approaches them cautiously, hoping vaguely she doesn't actually look as worn and tired as she feels. First impressions and all that.
"Eric..?"