"Get outta here if you don't know"

[takeitslow]

Who: Peter (takeitslow), Wanda (seeingscarlet), and You
When: 15th to early 18th in the medbay, late 18 to the 23rd in the hold
Where: Medbay and the Hold
What: Directly after this. Peter really screwed up and now he's hanging out in the medbay until he recovers. Later he hangs out in the hold. Wanda's around to feild all your questions about how stupid her twin is.
Warnings: Discussion of character death, violence, and severe injuries



[Comment under the toplevel for which sibling you want to talk to. If you want a specific starter, please just oocly contact.]

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closed; Wanda

[takeitslow]

[He's woken more times than he can count over the course of the night. Maybe the drugs aren't having the right effect, maybe it's just his natural sleep patterns trying to fight the haze. Either way, in the in-out of consciousness he's had the time to think about what happened.

The first time he couldn't recall why he woke so afraid, why J was the first thing he thought of. The second he couldn't shake the feeling she was hurt, that something was terribly wrong. By the third, he'd asked someone walking around the medbay. By the fourth, he wished he could just stay in the ignorance of sleep. He spends fitful moments awake trying to keep from crying. He doesn't quite manage it.

It was crawling into the morning hours when he realizes he isn't alone. In the space between one short sleep to the next, he's gained a presence at his side. He doesn't need to be psychic, to have her powers, to know who it is.

He doesn't open his eyes, but he reaches a hand out blindly in her direction.]

They called you? [A pause and then with a complication of surety and regret:] You know.

[seeingscarlet]

[They did, but they didn't need to. Wanda is staggered by the sheer force of it the minute she steps outside the protection of the telepathic shields on her room and almost immediately panic sets in. Somehow her feet get her to the medbay, but the journey's lost in a fog of fear and burning scarlet and pain.

She sits anxiously at Peter's side, fear only rising the longer it takes for him to wake up. There are probably messages on her MID that would explain the situation, but she couldn't process anything beyond Peter and medbay and hurt before she was out of there.

Wanda takes his hand quickly and gives it a reassuring squeeze.]

Hush, I'm here. You're safe now.

OTA; Medbay Adventures/Will Match Prose or Brackets

[takeitslow]

[The crew's been told, the secret's spread and Peter is confined to a bed while he waits for the fallout.

For those he doesn't know well, he pretends to sleep. There's a shame in him he doesn't want the masses to see, and he needs to be prodded and forced into talking. Everyone must have a lot of questions about what happened, about how his stupid plan had lost the ship its singer. He knows this, he's just afraid to tell he doesn't have any good answers.

For friends, for family and for those who's conversation he can't escape, he keeps his eyes open. He won't make the first move to talk, gaze anywhere he doesn't have to meet the expression on someone's face. He's expecting a lecture, he's expecting yelling. And it's clear from the resignation in his form that he has no plans to argue back.]

[hyperkinesia]

[ It's been a rough hit. If not for the footage, Bruce wouldn't have known all the details, and he might have come here with a lot of questions to ask Peter. But he doesn't.

He comes with a mournful face instead, a sadness he can't erase or hide behind any myriad of masks. For someone who's gotten used to letting go of virtually anyone in his life from one moment to the next, he feels J's loss deeply, carved heavily into his very bone.

But he doesn't blame Peter. He's done something stupid, yes, but who hasn't? Bruce knows this better than anyone, just like he knows that there's no one on this ship that can blame Peter as much as he's likely blaming himself right now.

And Peter's still his friend; at least Bruce sees him that way. So that's why he's here now, stopping by the feet of Peter's bed, a small package tucked underneath one of his arms. ]

Mind some company?

[skatebird]

[ Yata's not the greatest at tacts, but even he knows that he shouldn't roll into Peter's room without an appropriate level of seriousness. He doesn't seem particularly upset, however, greeting Peter with a simple hey and not much else. There's silence for a little while as Yata waits, giving Peter a chance to speak up. Yata's not a patient person on the best of days, though, and when it becomes clear that Peter's not going to speak up on his own yata simply takes the initiative. ]

So what'd that Rinzler guy do, anyway?

[ It's not like Yata knows Peter very well, but his gut tells him that Peter isn't the sort of person to attempt murder just for the hell of it. He can only assume Rinzler did something pretty bad to deserve it.

... It would probably be more tactful to ask after Peter's health first, in hindsight, but he's awake and in the hospital so he'll probably live. ]

[tearmeanewone]

[She'll sit there all night if she has to, and Elizabeth comes to the medical bay prepared for the long haul if that's how it has to be. Despite being probably the highest authority figure to visit him thus far, Elizabeth still considers them to be friends but recognizes that in light of what's happened that delineation could have changed. It's depressing to think about, but this is one of the consequences of taking on the position-- some people will only see her as a figurehead.]

[How this conversation is going to go will depend entirely on how she's received by him. Then she'll go from there. Elizabeth pulls up a chair and sits by his bed, and waits.]

[allyisun]

[As soon as she knew Peter was hurt, she'd come to the medbay to see if he was okay. Confirming that, she'd let out a sigh of relief and then given him space for awhile. Not for his sake, for hers.

She almost looks calm when she finally comes to visit. She sits down next to his hospital bed, gently resettles her clothes, picks off a few pieces if lint, takes a deep breath through her nose...]

YOU'RE SO STUPID, WHY ARE YOU SO STUPID, WHY YOU DO THAT YOU DUMB IDIOT STUPID DUMB CHILD WHAT THE HELL.

[She pauses to breathe.]

STUPID!

[imanapexpredator]

[Andrew's demeanor isn't all that different than normal. In fact he's surprisingly less cautious when he approaches Peter. He's used to talking to someone laid up in a hospital bed in far worse condition, someone he loved, so maybe that made talking to someone he sort of considers a friend (and not sure if that's returned because he's a self conscious loser) a whole lot easier.

He's not even sure if Peter wants to talk to anyone right now, and while his camera is on he's holding it at his side as if it were off. He just felt wrong not having it on but he realizes now is not the time.]

...Dude. What happened?

[vengeance_driven]

[Niko sighs as he sidles alongside the bed, resting his hand on the bed beside of Peter.]

Guess I will have to wait for that motorcycle lessen.

[There's no judgement. How can there be, after the things he's admitted to. He just pats his shoulder, understanding where Peter must have come from. If someone threatened Niko, it would have been incredibly hard not to do the same. Worse when enabled by someone who is for all intents and purposes a respectable individual.]

I am sorry for her.

[J, he means. He doesn't know how they knew each other, just that a woman rushing into rescue- not something anyone whose lived through something like that wants to see happen to someone else.]

[bloodbinds]

[ It's not her place to come prying. She has no reason to scold - it was stupid, sure, but she's too new on the ship to know anyone here. How can she judge Peter for what he's done when she might have done the same if she knew the circumstances? Ava's done awful things in such a short span of time that she has no reason to lecture him. Instead, there's something akin to empathy.

She works in the medbay as a technician but hasn't been present through much of the comings and goings (partially attributed to time, partially attributed to the fact that she does not work in the medbay proper). She slips in one evening at night and simply waits by the door to see if he is okay with allowing her to come in and see him. ]

Hi, Peter.

[earthandpine]

Rosethorn isn't yelling. She might be scowling, but it's as much in concern for Peter as condemnation of what he did.

She starts off with a gruff, "I'm glad you're mostly in one piece," before moving on to anything else. "What happened, Peter?"

Because she wants to hear it from his point of view. Rosethorn has killed before. She's sown lethal vines in the ground and then sprung them as a trap. Peter's reasoning is more important to her than what he did.

Medbay Pain Train | OTA

[seeingscarlet]

[She feels it the minute she sets foot outside her shielded room and is staggered by the sheer force of it hitting her all at once. Somehow her feet get her to the medbay, but the journey is lost in a fog of panic and burning scarlet and pain. She feels like she's back in the church again; all this power rendered useless to prevent her worst nightmares from coming true yet again.

Peter is heavily medicated, but though he drifts in and out of consciousness Wanda rarely leaves his side. Sometimes she is numb, not entirely here and staring with unfocused eyes at their joined hands. This is her fault. She could have stopped this with a flick of her wrist a long time ago, but...surely Steve and Billy would not have approved. And her anger is a dangerous, volatile thing that even frightens Wanda sometimes.

But when being 'better' and a 'hero' comes at this kind of price, it's hard to want to keep the raging storm waiting under her skin in check.]


((ooc: either format is fine!))

[tearmeanewone]

[By now, Elizabeth has been briefed on what happened. Not the why, but certainly the events of the day that have landed Peter in the medbay and Wanda over him. She doesn't know what she's going to say when she approaches Wanda and sits down next to her. She has an official job to do, yes, but Wanda is her friend. She knows that Wanda's already lost her brother in her timeline, losing another would be a devastating blow.]

[She lets some silence hang between them before speaking.] I'm glad he's going to be alright.

[allyisun]

[Allison is upset when she visits the medbay to make sure Peter isn't dead or dying or something. Upset. Angry, scared, sad, worthless... She's a mess, but she tries to keep it inside.

It makes her throat tight to see Peter so still in a hospital bed. Tears prick her eyes at the way Wanda holds his hand. She's talked with Wanda at the café, but never about Peter.

Allison is upset and the words slip out, hoarse and foolish.]

Was the other Peter this stupid? [A beat.] Fuck. No. I don't- that wasn't- sorry. I'm sorry. I- I'm sorry.

[The last apology is directed more at Peter's unconscious form than Wanda. She wipes her misty eyes.]

[realitywarped]

[He's barely met Peter, somehow Quicksilver from yet another universe not their own. Not much like Pietro Maximoff, is about the only impression he has. He's not really here for him, though, attention more on the figure next to the bed.

He likes Wanda well enough, after all. And she is, without a doubt, one of the most terrifying people on this ship, after Billy. Loki knows well enough to never underestimate anyone who might perhaps be pulled under the rough Maximoff family tree, no matter what universe they come from. His visit is half to talk to Wanda as something approaching a friend, half to make sure she isn't about to rip the ship apart in search of revenge- something else Maximoffs seem prone to, back home.

He approaches softly, fingers reaching to rest on Wanda's arm. It's potentially not the safest route when dealing with a distracted and possibly distraught person of some power, but Loki's fairly sure he can dodge- and besides, life's no fun without a little danger.]

Wanda? Have you left the medbay at all today?

[noassgardian]

Wanda?

[By the time he hears what's happened, he's there, both worry for Peter and Wanda fueling him to hurry to the medbay to check on things, to see what's really going on. It's always so much easier to gauge how someone is doing by actually seeing them after all.

When he approaches Wanda, he doesn't sit to join her, but he does slip his hands on to her shoulders-- a comforting gesture he hopes.]

Hey...

[visionarie]

[After a soft knock, he waits a half minute before he enters the occupied room and stops.]

I apologize... I did not mean to disturb you.

[skelepun]

So this is what that looks like from this side.

[Leaning against the door jam, occupying a space that was definitely empty a few moments ago, Sans shuffles his hands deeper into his pockets. It's not a pretty sight, and one that's nostalgic for all the wrong reasons. He remains in the doorway, waiting to receive permission -- explicit or implied -- before entering further into the room.

These two have had enough invasions for a lifetime.]

How is he?

[It's a roundabout way of asking how Wanda is, but one that Sans knows he'd prefer if their shoes were reversed. He's got a brother, too. They always come first, in their own way.]

OTA; Holding Cells/Will Match Prose or Brackets

[takeitslow]

[He's well enough to be moved, or so he's been told. He still feels, and looks, like shit. His wound still aches, his whole body still hurts. Maybe it's a side effect of getting stabbed, maybe a side effect of the guilt. Either way, his stay stuck in a confined space isn't shaping up to be a pleasant one.

Now that's he's marginally healed, his fire has come back. Maybe he can be heard from down the hall, cursing the very existence of the program held in the cell next to him. Maybe he can be seen darting around the small room, continuous and increasingly frustrated laps. Maybe he's caught in a moment of reflection, staring past cell walls into something from a nightmare memory.

This time he does not hide from conversation, doesn't try to keep the shame or anger or hurt from prying eyes. The damage is done, the people have already spoken. And he's ready for those arguments now.]

[visionarie]

[Vision walks through the holding cell area, making sure not to phase through the walls and gates in order to adhere to the rules. He had visited him during his recovery in the med-bay, but this visit is altogether different.

He can hear him long before he enters his field of view, and nods at him once he's in front of his cell. Without preamble, the synthezoid gets straight to the point: ]

I believe it's your right [he looks at him] to know how I voted.

[beautifulspaceraptor]

[Nihlus isn't here for arguments. He's here to check up on a seventeen year old who'd been bleeding to death under his watch a few days ago and is obviously traumatized from trying to off another person.

He also wants answers, but he's more patient on that front.

The Spectre listens to the insults being thrown about as he approaches the cell, slowing to a stop once he's in view.]

... Good evening, Peter.

[skelepun]

[He wonders about avoiding the trip all together. It's out of his way and in a part of the ship he doesn't go very often -- all conveient excuses for missing out on something he doesn't want to do, but feels he must do. Those are always the most satisfying plans to break, after all.

It's Papyrus' voice that finally goads him into activity. No more moping, enough sleeping, get up and get out and do what you have to do. Even if his brother never said the words, he'd said them enough times before that Sans could drag them up from some place deep in his soul as a reminder.

Peter did this for him once before. It's the least he could do to return it.

There's a wrinkle in this Sans doesn't expect -- Rinzler's close occupation of a neighboring cell, for one. It doesn't take much to figure that out, not with how Peter's anger carries down the hallways. Strolling past the program, Sans offers a deeply passive aggressive wink before closing in on where Peter sat in his cell at the far end.]

Hey, kid. [His tone is casual, skull knocked to the side as if gesturing towards the door.] How 'bout some fresh air?

[alan_1]

[He happens to enter the hold while Peter is in the middle of one of his rants against Rinzler. It's not what Alan was expecting, but perhaps it should have been. His expression is shuttered when he comes within view of Peter's cell. He makes no attempt to interrupt his tirade.

Simply stands, and waits for him to finish.]

[highlyintuitive]

[ River is used to family doing stupid things for reasons that seem good. That was half the reason Serenity's crew saved her to begin with. She visited him while he was laid up but she doesn't like infirmaries so much. Too many memories, even if no one on the Moira was like to cut into her head. Instead of asking questions, she told him about her home on the firefly. About Simon since if he ever arrived he'd be family too.

But now she she carefully steps across the hold floor, a bag of candy in hand. She sits down outside his cell with the bag set in front of her. She waits for Peter to notice her. ]

They came in the mail, I don't know what they are. Thought I'd share them with you.

[gainedlove]

[Frisk doesn't say much, when they approach.]

[Really, they're not sure what they should say. They know he was scared, of what Rinzler had done and might do again...but Chara had done the same, or at least tried. It's a hiccup that doesn't make sense to them, why one person should be forgiven and the other made to die.]

[Especially when death doesn't stick in this timeline.]

[They watch Peter's tirade quietly, waiting for him to notice that they're there, to see how he reacts. Maybe from there, Frisk can decide what should be said.]