Post Crossing Meeting

[knockingatthedoor]

WHO: Kel and anyone who wants to discuss The Crossing
WHAT: Second 'Town Meeting'
WHERE: Oasis
WHEN: A bit after the crossing, when everyone has time to calm down and breathe.
WARNINGS Talks of death, definitely, mention of blood and wounds, other CWs to be added.

[Kel has seen people scatter around and, despite still acting like a foolish fool around Mari and Sunny... he is doing his best to try to coordinate things as he can. Armed with a set bright of pink pencils, definitely merchandise of the Sweetheart brand from his place, he prepared a whole wall in one of the shelters to work as a rough chalkboard and, written on it, there are his few observations from staying behind.

- Nothing beside the wraiths did show up. What are we running from?
- Ferryman honest or not?
- When you don't pay the tool, you may still lose memories
- Our bodies can get hurt as if we're still alive.
- Discussion About Crossing from both sides?

It's not much but try to get stuff to appear properly on a blank wall when all you have is a bunch of pencils that don't even write that well. He's trying, though, he really is. A message is sent out to everyone after he's done gathering enough pillows for everyone to sit in, inviting people to come and share experiences, and... that's all. He did, at least, prepare water for everyone to drink.... it's somethin, right?

"Why, thank you for coming! Take a seat, mingle and let's get down to businesses!"

OOC: This is a mingle thread. Feel free to interact with each other and have discussions about things. The 'chalkboard' will be updated if anything is brought up to Kel's attention, I'll leave an open post for that.

Comments

[solitarynote]

[When Sunny sees Nagito enter, he waves. When the other teen sits against the wall… Sunny has to wonder if he did something wrong.

Maybe… Nagito had had his fill of talking with him over the hamsters. Or when they had chatted after the other found his way back from the Desert.

That thought had Sunny fidgeting nervously where he sat. How could he make it up to Nagito, if he had been a bother…?

He already couldn’t help answer the question the other had asked, because Sunny had been with the Ferryman too.

Diligently, he wrote down what he could hear of other conversations, adding notes from the Wall too.]

[blindluck]

[Nagito does wave cheerfully back at Sunny when he waves, if that helps! But yes, he's staying against the wall.]

Is he doing this in front of the meeting? Yes XD

[solitarynote]

[It does help! Once Sunny sees that wave, the doubt he had been feeling fades into the background.

Then, he takes a few moments to debate something.

Standing up, he approaches Nagito’s wall… fidgeting a little. He can’t really hide what he’s holding - it looks like a waterproof material.]

[blindluck]

[Nagito stands up straight as Sunny approaches, eyes drawn to what Sunny is carrying.] Oh, did you get the backpack? Good job, Sunny-kun!

[solitarynote]

[Sunny seemed pleased by the praise - hopping a few times on his toes while he presented the backpack fully.]

It’s… waterproof… in case the River… gets wet again.

[blindluck]

Good thinking. Ah, sun for Sunny-kun, hm? [Does the Ferryman have a sense of humor?] Let's put everything away, then. [Nagito begins pulling various papers and notebooks from various pockets within his hoodie.]

[solitarynote]

[Sunny blinks, looking at the backpack with a pleased sort of surprise - seems like he hadn’t even taken time to look at the design.

The happy sun looking back at him - it caused his heart to flutter in a mixture of delight and fear. He certainly couldn’t be like that sun… or… was the Ferryman subtly implying that he could be?

Then again, the hats they had given Sunny were also pleasantly themed; maybe they just were thoughtful in that sort of way.

At Nagito’s prompting, Sunny also pulled the papers he had wedged into his vest, already feeling better about the lack of weight.]

It’ll… all be… together… [That was probably good, right? That way they wouldn’t lose anything important.]

[blindluck]

Yes, it's much easier to cross-reference this way. [Nagito does seem to take it for granted he'll be able to access the backpack at any point. Surely someone like Sunny won't mind. Nagito sorts out the papers automatically as he puts things into the backpack, keeping everything as neat as possible.]

[solitarynote]

[Sunny doesn’t seem like he thought about restricting access to the backpack at all. Especially to Nagito. Chances were, they wouldn’t have found that room with the documents anyway if Nagito hadn’t been so good at searching. Sunny himself had been frozen from the eye drawings half the time… like someone had been watching him…

The teen tried to follow the same sort of organizing system that Nagito was putting into place.]

Still need to… find a way.. to read… [He took a few breaths after that. His throat was starting to ache. Too much talking.]

[blindluck]

If there's anyone here who's good with languages, maybe they could translate it from scratch. [Nagito says this like it's something you could reasonably expect a person to do on their own under less-than-ideal circumstances.]

[solitarynote]

[Sunny agrees with a nod. It made sense for Nagito to suggest that, considering who his classmates were.

That being said, Sunny definitely wasn’t that person. He had a good imagination, but reading foreign languages was something he wasn’t talented in.]

…Mr…Dankovsky? [Sure, Nagito and the doctor had seemed a bit tense earlier, but the man seemed knowledgeable?]

[blindluck]

You can ask him if you'd like. It would be good if he could make himself useful. [Nagito can't help but sound dismissive, though.]

[solitarynote]

[Sunny nodded, even though the idea of requesting anything from anyone made his pulse race. He couldn’t ask that of Mr. Dankovsky, could he? The doctor was nice and had helped so far, but Sunny would probably be bothering him, right?

Nagito’s dismissal wasn’t too strange, considering what had happened earlier. Or… maybe the other was just more interested in their current task. It was hard to tell.]

M-maybe… [His own noncommittal response. If Nagito revised his statement and told Sunny to do just that, he wouldn’t really have much of a choice Well, he would, but Sunny was very easily convinced to do something, even if it was a task he didn’t enjoy.]

[blindluck]

He seems to like you. I think he'd give you a serious answer as to whether or not he could do it. [And Nagito certainly isn't going to ask.] He's a medical doctor, though, not any sort of linguist, so I wouldn't get my hopes up.

[solitarynote]

[Oh! That’s what Nagito meant! But… did Mr. Dankovsky really care for Sunny? Why would he?? …Sunny really didn’t have the answer to that.]

But… don’t doctors… study lots of… stuff?

[blindluck]

Stuff related to medicine, not translating unknown languages. [Nagito shrugs.] Besides, he only has a bachelor's degree.

[solitarynote]

[He guessed that was true. Still, having a bachelors degree sounded impressive to Sunny. But that was probably because he came from a small country town that had old church views and no university in sight…]

… [The teen fell silent, not sure what to say. He finished shoving his amount of the papers into the backpack, wondering… if there was any way he could be useful to Nagito. The other seemed to put a lot of emphasis on that - usefulness. And yet…]

Mr. Dankovsky… looked at Kel… to make sure… he was… fine… [Wow that was a long sentence. He was a bit out of breath after it. What… was he trying to prove? Why did it matter if Nagito saw Mr. Dankovsky as ‘useful’ or not?]

[blindluck]

Did he? That's good. [Nagito does at least sound sincere about that; even if Dankovsky is a doctor from approximately 1900, it's good if there's somebody around who can check on those things. Even if they're in complete denial about being dead!] Did he check on your eye? Ah, unless you didn't want him to! Just, that was new when you showed up, right?

[solitarynote]

[Sunny froze, his hand drifting up to touch the fabric that covered his eye. No… no he hadn’t asked Dankovsky to check. He was sure the man had noticed - he seemed perceptive - but…

The goal had been making sure Kel was alright. That was more pressing.

Plus, if the doctor had seen what lay beneath the cloth, he would have had questions - ones that Sunny didn’t want to answer or found difficult to voice. It wasn’t like someone just tripped and had That happen to their eye, right?

The thought made him uncomfortable, and he shifted from side to side, shaking his head.]

[blindluck]

[Nagito is familiar enough with Sunny's behavior by now to see he's uncomfortable, but honestly, Sunny is uncomfortable a lot.] Is that a no I don't want him to? I certainly wouldn't blame you if so!

[Though that might have more to do with Nagito's specific opinions on Dankovsky than anything.]

[solitarynote]

[Timidly, he nods in response, then looks around… almost like he’s afraid Dankovsky will hear and appear behind him with a ‘what don’t you want me to look at’?

…That would be Sunny’s luck.]

[blindluck]

Alright then. [Nagito leans in a little, examining the fabric. Is he still covering it with Kel's shirt?] Does it hurt at all? I guess being dead means you don't have to worry as much about injuries like this.

[solitarynote]

[Thank goodness Nagito seemed to understand… even if the invasion of personal space makes Sunny fidget a bit more. Thankfully he’s not too far past the bubble of comfort, but it’s pushing it.

Sunny’s eye is still covered with the scrap of Kel’s bright orange shirt… a makeshift solution, but probably better considering it hadn’t disappeared like the other stuff he had found in the City upon Crossing.

A shake of his head - it didn’t hurt. He… really hadn’t checked to see if it had gotten… better? Could an eye just heal from something like that? He wasn’t sure. He was kind of scared to check. Better to ignore… and if he was wrong, then he couldn’t see out of it anyway.

The depth perception was getting better, but not by much. Surely that was from the mostly flat expanse of the Oasis he had stayed in so far.]

[blindluck]

[Nagito hums thoughtfully.] I'm no doctor, or a nurse, or anything like that, but I've gotten pretty familiar with injuries. I could take a look? I could probably at least tell if it's infected or not!

[solitarynote]

[The thought of any of those bad scenarios being true has his heart beating a bit too fast. Plus… he takes a step back.

Maybe if they weren’t in a room full of other people, in case he started to panic?

Shaking his head fervently. Nope. Definitely too many people here.]