meadowlarklogs | EVENT #011.3 / ARRIVAL #028

EVENT #011.3 / ARRIVAL #028

WHO: Newcomers + a new NPC, plus people arriving back from the AU.
WHERE: The moon!!!! To start.
WHEN: As the AU is ongoing. Early August 2512, two weeks after the AU swept people away at the start.
WHAT: Arrivals, explanations, and more.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Mentions of drug use.

> EVENT #011.3 / ARRIVAL LOG #028

When you wake, you'll be disoriented. Even wakefulness is a challenge. You slip in and out. First, you find yourself drugged, looking out through clear walls of a laboratory, deep into the darkest part of the ocean. Then, when you wake up later, there's a logo, as well as words on the wall: PROJECT MEADOWLARK. The logo is a bird: yellow and gray with a black V-shaped crest on its chest. If you know birds, you'll know this bird as the meadowlark. Out you go again.

In comes a man swearing, muttering to himself. "Really not meant to do this alone. Fuck me." Alarm crosses his features when he sees your eyes open. "No, not you. I'm not—let me just up your dose." He steps closer, hitting a button. After a few beeps, you're out again.

When you finally wake, you'll find yourself in a pristine room, one lined with beds. The walls are painted a forest green. In the distance, you'll hear the chirping of birds. The air around you is cool, sterile. You'll notice two things: first, that your head has recently been shaved, all bits of hair cut down to nothing. The second thing is that you have a surgical scar on the back of your head. This, too, is a recent addition. The neural implant inside of you doesn't connect to the internet yet, but it's safe to assume that it will sooner or later.

(The sole exception to these things is Jason Todd: his head is still full of hair, but he's knocked out like the rest of you, as well as dressed in a hospital gown.)

As you begin to stir from where you're sitting, you'll be able to come to set your feet on the floor. Like the air, it's chilled, as if it's artificial in some way. If you've been in space with artificially applied gravity, you'll recognize it here. That's the only thing keeping you grounded and properly settled.

The bed you're on has drawers, and within it are several sets of clothing, all in your size. Whoever set you up here took care to make sure you were comfortable.

Once you're dressed—assuming that you do get dressed, you could always just walk around with your ass out—you can head out and explore where you are. It seems you have open access to it.

And what is it, exactly? A futuristic bachelor's pad, at least from the look of it. There are numerous projection screens throughout this place, this home, though you won't be able to see what's on them. (Jason Todd excepted: he'll see that there are various colony-led news reports about the missing people on Earth, all stolen away for unknown reasons.) In nearly every room, there are birds that fly freely and chirp happily. Some are settled on makeshift trees that sprout from the walls with long vines hanging from them. Others settle on the water of artificial indoor ponds. Either way, whoever owns this joint definitely has to have a means of keeping up with all the bird crap, because there is none anywhere.

At the heart of this unusual, forest-like abode is a pathway that leads to a wide open space. Here, too, is another artificial pond, as well as a number of branches sprouting from the wall. Near what looks like an open window looking out at a vast and barren crater-filled surface is a tall and slender man with a hint of facial hair. Upon your approach, he'll turn and offer a tired smile. "Ah, I see the drugs have worn off. Good. Would you like to take a seat? We have a lot to cover, and I'm not terribly used to the process." A beat. "Oh, sorry. I'm Jimmy. Would you believe that I'm why you're here? … Here, well. I'm getting ahead of myself, aren't I?"

To continue this conversation, head over here.

For now, you'll know that you're stuck on what is very literally the moon. After all, going down to Earth could be a risky venture at this time.

> EXPLORING THE MOON / MOON CULTURE

After the conversation with Jimmy completes, the next day will be all about setting up the newcomers with their new IDs, as well as filling them in on what's going on. Everyone will know about the Earth being left empty, about the sudden shift in atmosphere as a result, as well as the difficult connotations about what's happening. Once everyone has identification, they're given access to come and go from Jimmy's place as they please. By then, they'll have the option of having a room of their own, as there seems to be a countless number of rooms in this odd moon mansion. If anything, it looks like Jimmy planned for guests—but those guests never came for whatever reason. Or perhaps they haven't been there for a while?

Once anyone leaves Jimmy's home, they'll be able to step out and explore the rest of the moon: which is truly a sight to behold. Satellite views don't do the Lunar colony any justice. UNC1 is the only fully livable space colony in this world, and it shows. Set up with artificial atmosphere and gravity, there are numerous machines outside that work around the clock to terraform the moon to make it livable for a future population.

On the inside of the colony, however, the moon is gorgeous—after all, it's largely set up and constructed to appeal to the wealthiest individuals in this world. There are numerous oversized homes like Jimmy's throughout, all connected through an intricate system of tunnels that quickly transport people via platforms from one area to another. There are numerous shopping centers, as well as parks with giant canopies of trees lending a sense of nature in an unlikely place. Ever visited an upper class mall and known that you weren't the clientele that they were trying to appeal to? That is definitely the aura that the moon gives off.

So, what is there to do on the moon?

> SPACE WALKS
Why would someone ever agree to live on the moon if they couldn't go out onto the surface? While the moon is still about 50 years out from having a breathable, livable surface, there is some charm over being able to walk on its surface. Space walks and tours go on all day and every day, allowing people access to various parts of the moon. These tours are controlled. Right now, the walks are fifty-percent off because of the lack of tourists from Earth. After all, if there's no one left down there, there's no one to visit. This enterprise has gotta get its credits from somewhere.

> THE CLUBBING SCENE
For the people who managed to get property on the moon, work is a bygone of a forgotten era. Everyone here is wealthy enough that they don't need to think about anything but play and more play. VR gaming centers are a big and loved commodity, but more than that is the clubbing scene.

Under-surface clubs run 24/7. Everything in these clubs is set up to help someone get away from monotony. There are sex-workers on site at all times, but with the same conditions and protections afforded to them on the planet below. In addition, alcohol is only the best of the best—priced to match the high-end tastes of everyone on the moon. The workers at these locales are paid very well to put up with a drunk group, but they're expected to also take all forms of abuse. Then again, a job here can set someone up for the next couple years, even if they just make it for six months.

> SHOPPING CENTERS
Just because it's the moon doesn't mean you're free from a capitalist hellscape. If anything, without a bustling economy built upon the backs of a visible working class, these shopping centers are necessary to give people things to do. As expected of goods that are imported from the Earth below, everything is decidedly costly. As a result, very little is imported that is cheaply made. At the same time, that means everything within these shopping centers is expensive. Need a nice pair of pants? It's going to cost you four times as much as it would down below.

But don't worry. Jimmy? Jimmy's given everyone permission to just put it all on his tab. If you need a new change of clothes, or want to set yourself up while you're stuck on the moon, Jimmy's got your back.

> ANTI-GRAVITY CHAMBERS
Gotten the idea that the moon is for hedonists who don't want to act like there's a real world elsewhere? Helping to feed into that notion are anti-gravity chambers throughout the moon colony to help someone enjoy themselves somewhere without gravity. In these chambers, you can go from gravity to zero gravity and figure out what you prefer the most. These chambers offer complete privacy, letting someone do whatever they might want without being … weighed down.

One thing that's not widely advertised is a unique, hallucinogenic drug that's recommended for the anti-gravity experience. Ominously named "SyFon," this is a psychotropic drug with all of the typical effects of drugs like that. Combined with the anti-gravity experience, it can really mess someone up. In good and bad ways, depending on how they react to it all. SyFon is, of course, illegal. But that doesn't mean that someone can't try it, right?

> CRIMINAL ENTERPRISES
Where does a drug like SyFon come from? Well, there is a burgeoning criminal enterprise on the moon. Rumor has it that the Petrov and Riverside mobs are vying for the credits of the rich, and have worked to set up centers on a variety of colony moons to help develop drugs, weapons, and other goods. How well this enterprise is working is up for debate, especially since SyFon is the only successful thing coming out of it. Needless to say, this enterprise is a work in progress.

> THE WORKING CLASS
Who's manning this laidback lifestyle on the moon? As the first of the colonies, the moon was once primarily populated by people whose labor was used and whose efforts were largely taken advantage of in favor of setting up a new home for humanity. Several decades have passed since then, and now UNC1 is a tourist destination for everyone on the Earth. So, what does that mean for Lunar businesses? They need to be well-prepared to handle a wealthy clientele, as well as appeal to the rich folks who decided they wanted to live the rest of their lives on the moon.

These days, getting a job on the moon is a difficult task. You need references, as well as an assurance that you'll be able to manage the atmosphere up there. A doctor needs to sign off on whether you can live up there (and it's important to note that while this clearance should exist for the other colonies, the UN sure as hell isn't enforcing this kind of test). Many people who end up in retail and clubbing jobs start off in terraforming factories, and then look for openings so that they can move horizontally within the Lunar ecosystem.

> CATCH UP
If you aren't interested in the Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous: Lunar Edition, you can focus on using your internet connection to catch up. Yes, the world below is empty. Yes, there was a monster attack a few months ago. Yes, memes are still a thing. Many of you will have a whole lot of history, or even an entire world's setup to catch up on, and future Google, whatever it may be called, is still there for you. Jimmy, of course, will be willing to fill you in on anything else.

> AN OTHERWORLDLY EXPERIENCE

Before too long, people begin to appear on the surface of the Earth once more. Bit by bit, people begin to return from the Aerie, forced to contend with two different sets of memories. While everyone will return as if they're waking from a dream, they'll know that they likely didn't just fall asleep. Whatever they left behind will be a world they knew full of people they loved. They accepted the veracity of that world, believing it to be real. Believing it to be the only one they knew.

And who are these people? Within the Aerie, they are the recently deceased.

Once people begin to appear on the Earth and access networks, both El and Cassius will know that they need to reach someone. With few choices available to them, Cassius will reach out to Jimmy, having noticed his little trip down to Earth to pick up his new batch of incoming folk. After all, he needed to get them ready. Cassius will fill Jimmy in on the returns, as well as ask him to send his new "friends" down to learn whatever they can.

> FOR THE RETURNING
If you're returning from the Aerie at this time, you died. Some deaths aren't remembered or experienced, not entirely, so it's possible that your death this time slipped by without notice. (Basically, we're not forcing someone to have their character experience the trauma of death if they'd rather not deal with it.) Either way, upon returning, you'll find yourself waking within your bed. Was that where you were before you left? Unlikely. But it's where you are upon your return. Even the people who weren't Displaced will return to the place they last considered home, waking up as if they're returning from a very bad dream.

Everyone who returns will still have their full memories of their time in the Aerie. If someone had a new power, however, it'll be replaced with the power they had before. However … well, things may change here, depending on how things go on the other side.

If you're returning, you may notice some changes. If you died, you may notice a scar from what killed you. If you had a tattoo in that world, it may still remain. Any and all changes are up to someone's subconscious identification of themselves.

While the majority of the Displaced will awaken in New Amsterdam, there are still countless people who can and will return. And unlike the Displaced, they aren't as accustomed to wacky antics like, oh, a new set of memories and the psychological ramifications that come with that. Maybe they could use some help?

> FOR THE NEWCOMERS (AND THE ONE LONE RETURN)
Upon receiving contact from Cassius, Jimmy will explain that there are people returning down below, and that Cassius has requested some help. If anyone wishes to speak to Cassius directly, they can. Of course, Cassius is a space exploration AI who's more than willing to help them navigate their time in this world, as well as the short space travel needed from the Lunar colony back to the Earth itself. There won't be a lot of explanation for how Jimmy and Cassius know each other, or even if they do—but someone can feel free to ask.

First off: want some sassy AI time? Cassius is here for all your needs. He'll even buff up your past resume if you'd like.

Secondly: ready to go Earthside? Jimmy will offer everyone his private transport back to Earth. (Yes, this dude is that rich.) This transport only goes between the Lunar colony and a remote base off the coast of New Tokyo, but there will be a boat ready to bring everyone to New Tokyo proper. From there, all of the Displaced can travel all over the world.

As for any other quick facts?

◉ Wait, how can the Displaced travel? There are gates in all 104 megacities on Earth. These gates essentially give people fast travel. After hitting New Tokyo and accessing its Gate, all someone has to do is think of their next location, and they'll land there.

◉ So, what are the conditions on Earth? Barren. There are no people, no hover cars, nothing. Animals have begun to creep over the walls in all of the cities. After all, without the cars startling them, as well as the countless people crammed within the megacities themselves, they can begin to reclaim the world itself, bit by bit.

◉ New Amsterdam in particular looks even more like a forest. It's as if whatever happened during the AU has accelerated the growth in New Amsterdam itself. Apartments will be filled with vines. There will also be a lot of animals making their home in the city. For the unaware, New Amsterdam has been growing a lot of plant life since an unusual circumstance where all of the Displaced were pulled into another pocket world and then returned. Since then, plant life in New Amsterdam has grown at an accelerated rate, forcing the city to work around the clock to keep the city from being fully reclaimed by nature. Now, it looks like all of those efforts were for naught.

◉ Time has continued to seemingly flow normally. However, not everyone is back from the Aerie yet. It seems as if there may be more time for weirdness ahead.

> FINAL NOTES OOC

As a note, if you did not reply to us about starting in or outside of the AU, your character will be starting in this log.

With this log and its companion log, we're ending the first phase of Meadowlark's lifespan that primarily focused on the investigation into the world's lore. We'll be starting our second phase: characters choosing what to do next. We'll be detailing this more in our aftermath log/post, which will be due on JANUARY 16 2021. This aftermath log will double as an arrival log for whoever apps during our January application round.

Both logs for this phase of the event—11.2 and 11.3—are companion logs geared toward clearing up very large pieces of the Meadowlark mystery. While the AU acts as a reimagining of the game's metaplot, our NPC in the "real world" log will be divulging information. We've decided to go forward with making this clear because our playerbase has worked toward these mysteries for the last two years, and we'd like to help change the direction of the game from one based around a mystery of arrival and instead focus on what to do next. Of course, there will still be other mysteries to solve, as well as any true intentions, and figuring that out will depend on character choices and actions moving forward.

To make one thing clear, there won't be any radical changes to Meadowlark as a setting, nor is it anywhere near what might be called "end game." Instead, we're emphasizing a turn toward player-driven actions and plots because a lot of the mysteries related to the overall lore came to a head just prior to the AU starting. Think of this as having all of the lore pieces needed in order to begin to understand some of the remaining mysteries so that characters can decide what to do next.

All that said, we've also decided to use these logs to facilitate some future character plots, as well as help in releasing some characters from the AU! We also have one question that we'd like to pose for you.

(As a note: There is one link missing from below with regards to plot opportunities, as it's only relevant to characters in the AU.)

◉ Character deaths. We know that playing in an AU for two months can be exhausting, so if you'd like a get out of AU free card, this is the way out. If death may prove too traumatic, your character doesn't need to remember dying. All characters will wake up in the real world as if they're waking up from a dream. We'd just like a sign up so that other players can know who's vanishing from the AU via death! If you're having your character return in this log, please make sure to sign up at this link!

◉ What to do with the caged gods?. Unchaining the gods could have catastrophic effects on the Aerie, especially since they were the main key to sustaining it for all those years. Will they be unchained, or will they be allowed to flounder within the cages themselves? We're opening this choice up to the entirety of our playerbase. We will need all votes submitted by JANUARY 9, 2021 so that we can factor it into our aftermath.

◉ Any aftermath to consider? While this links back to the in-Aerie log, it'll cover all of our bases for the aftermath moving forward. If your character has contributed to helping the outside world since leaping from the AU, let us know!

◉ CRAU Relationships.: Finally, on our companion log, we have a unique NPC who's been through the jamjar ringer before. This is our NPC Jimmy Henries. If you'd like to sign up your character as someone that Jimmy knew before, head over there and fill out the form on the page!

If you have any other questions, please hit our questions thread(s) on the respective logs.

> NAVIGATION

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[ Drake has been doing mostly the same job Lance has -- trying to comfort new arrivals and those returning from a traumatic death in the Aerie alike, keeping busy focusing on others rather than his own shit. Everything else is background noise, he just wants to help.

When he sees Lance duck into the back, though, he follows, wanting to check on his friend too. And he sees the other man doubled forward over the slop sink, breathing deliberately. Drake hesitates, then steps forward towards him, making sure that his footsteps are audible so he doesn't startle Lance. He sets one hand on his friend's shoulder, squeezing. ]

[Thankfully he does hear the footsteps, though he has a vague brief hope that whoever is here won't notice him somehow. But then he feels a hand on his shoulder and he gathers enough energy to look up, hoping it isn't someone he's going to be quickly have to try to convince there's nothing wrong, but then he recognizes it's Drake and some tension drains immediately. Not that he likes anyone seeing him at less than his best, but he isn't worried that Drake's going to hold some momentary weakness against him.

Lance even manages a faint smile, not necessarily because he feels he has to but because he means it when he says--]

Hey. Good to see you.

[Maybe not, you know, in this particular situation with everything as awful as it is, but in general.]

[ It very much looks like Lance needs a hug, but whether or not he'd accept one is anyone's guess. That little smile looks genuine, though, faint as it is, and Drake nods at Lance's sentiment. There seems to be only one way to get back from the Aerie and that's death, but as upsetting as it is that they both had to go through that shit again it's good to be back together. ]

Good to have you back, yeah. You need to talk about it?

[ They'd been in a similar situation in the alternate universe, but Drake hadn't thought to spend much time with the other ex-shrike. Actually, he'd thought that it would look bad if they did hang around each other. Like they were scheming or something. So he has no idea what Lance went through besides the obvious. ]

Thanks, but I'm okay; the Aerie sucked, but I mean... We've been through things like this in Hadriel, right?

[It's almost nostalgic, in an awful way. But truthfully it isn't the Aerie bothering him so much; it hadn't been a good experience, but he can compartmentalize it okay. He just can't quite do the same with the memories it's brought up.

But that said--]

What about you? How are you doing with all of this?

[He's genuinely concerned and if Drake wants to talk he'll listen, even if he's still leaning pretty heavily on the sink.]

We have, yeah. But something's eating at you.

[ It's an offer and an opening, without being demanding. If Lance needs to talk about whatever it is, not just the Aerie, he's here. He wants to help. You should know it's not good to just bottle these things up, Lance. ]

I'm... dealing. Just trying to keep up with everything going on, right now. Help the newbies adjust. Try to be there for the people coming back traumatized. Same as you, right?

[ There's some stuff about the Aerie that is bothering him -- that his will to live was strong enough he actually considered killing, for one thing, even if he didn't go through with it. But that's complicated to get into. ]

[Drake isn't wrong about his first comment, and Lance considers maybe taking the offer he's been given, but he doesn't think he can right now. He's barely handling everything while not thinking about it, so opening that door would be a disaster.

So instead he's quiet, making a humming noise of agreement at the rest of what Drake says, because he won't argue with that; that's right too. But as hypocritical as it is, he has to ask--]

Do you want to talk about any of it yourself?

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Want? No. But I know I can't bottle it up forever.

[ He'd talk about it now if Lance really wanted, but he's also worried about... well. Might as well just say it. ]

Do you think if you talk about it, focus on it, you'd be less able to help the others? That's where I'm at.

[That's a good question, and it's so correct that Lance doesn't bother trying to pretend otherwise.]

Yeah.

[Since, obviously, he's doing so well at the moment already, anything that makes it worse is going to completely derail anything he can assist with.]

Unfortunately, there's... There's no one here who isn't dealing with something. So if anyone's going to be able to help, it's going...

[And there goes his train of thought; he had a point somewhere in that, he's sure, but everything's gotten even fuzzier all of a sudden.]

...Lance? I love you for how much you always want to help, but it's okay to need more than five minutes in the stockroom. The fact that you took that much tells me you probably need to let shit out and take a longer break. You've had to tell me that before, consider this me returning the favor.

[ He breathes out, sizing up whether or not his friend would accept a hug... and decides that the worst thing that happens is probably Lance freezing up and him having to let go. So he tugs the other man with that hand on his shoulder and goes for it. ]

C'mere. I won't force you to.

[He does listen to the first part of what Drake says, and he appreciates the compliment and the sentiment, but he's in the middle of deciding if he wants to try to protest when he feels the gentle tug on his shoulder and realizes what the offer is.

And so he hesitates, just briefly; it isn't necessarily that Lance dislikes hugging--the opposite, actually--just that he usually doesn't feel that comfortable around most people, and those he does aren't always that interested. But neither of those things are a problem in this case, and he could use the reassurance, and probably so could Drake.

So, after a moment, he finally accepts the hug, though Drake might have to put some effort into keeping them both upright. He tries to avoid the empathy bond but it's always next to impossible with a hug, some sort of incidental contact usually inevitable, and if it does activate all his emotions are dimmed from exhaustion; still, underlying and present are concern, determination, and a low constant fear.

But when he speaks his comment is light, even if his voice is quiet.]

If I fall asleep on you, just shake me really hard.

[It's a joke, but also not really; he's slightly concerned he could fall asleep standing up at the moment.]

[ Drake's arms wind around Lance, strong and sure, and he's seemingly unbothered by the weight as his friend leans. There is some skin contact but his emotions are steady right now, mostly a warm fondness tempered by his concern and maybe a little frustration that's fading since Lance accepted something. Some measure of support, even if it's just physical.

It's a good hug. Drake is very good at hugs, and has a grip that's holding Lance up without being too tight. He huffs a soft, amused sound at the comment. ]

You're exhausted, man. We can hold down the fort while you get some shut eye, promise.

[ He's not making any move to pull back from the hug, though, not minding the intimacy of the bond. It's comforting for him as well, after all. And his calm demeanor, radiating gently through the bond not unlike his power, doesn't falter. Not while he needs to be the steady one. ]

[It is a good hug; Lance pretty much only hugs Nate and occasionally Kyna, so he's out of practice, but he figures Drake will forgive him for that. Besides, he's really, really tired.

That's part of the reason he doesn't bother pulling away just yet either, even if he would normally be aware not to awkward about it. But for now he just sighs, taking a moment to try to regather his strength mentally and physically, offering a more honest response than usual.]

I know you can, I just... It isn't just that.

[He doesn't want to try to sleep, because he knows how that's going to go; it's gone the same way every time since he got back from the Aerie.]

[ Luckily for them both, Drake doesn't seem to find a long hug awkward in the least. He hums in thought, rubbing one hand soothingly along the tense muscles between Lance's shoulders, and asks for clarity, ]

Dreams that bad? I can probably help.

[Now he really is in danger of falling asleep standing up, so as comforting as this is he finally pulls away, even though he instantly finds himself somewhat unsteady on his feet without the support. But he wills himself to focus on what Drake just said, eyebrows furrowing slightly.]

What do you mean?

[ Drake lets Lance pull away, hands up carefully in case his friend tips over. He doesn't look especially steady. ]

I've only done it a couple times, but if somebody's having a bad dream my power seems to... soothe them? I guess. It's a band-aid, obviously, but if you're not ready to talk about it then good sleep is a decent substitute, right?

[In addition to being unsteady, his mental processing speed has taken a bit of a hit, and therefore a few seconds are required for him to consider that and all its implications. Interesting power and very useful in some situations, but in this case Lance balks a little at the thought of trying out this method.

One problem is that it would require sleeping in front of someone, which--even if it's just Drake--is a level of both awkward and vulnerable that he usually tries to avoid. Another is that it would be a complete waste of Drake's time, and also would take both of them out of being helpful with the efforts going on here. So as exhausted as he is, and as much as the prospect of being able to get a few hours of sleep is tempting, he finds himself shaking his head.]

I... I appreciate the offer, but I don't think...

[And then he trails off again, because shaking his head has made the world spin, and more than that he feels the odd, creeping sensation that suddenly tells him the protesting is pointless after all. Great. Perfect.

He tries to murmur a warning that's surely completely unintelligible, and then just promptly passes out. Turns out sleeping time is now after all.]

Lance--?

[ But Lance's eyes are rolling back before Drake's even gotten his whole name out. Drake steps forward quickly and manages to catch him before he crumples too far, but the jostling doesn't wake his friend... geez, he's out. ]

C'mon, buddy.

[ It's a little awkward but Drake manages to get Lance in his arms instead, and eases him down onto the couch over by the lockers. It's not ideal, but it'll do for now, and he can put a do not disturb sign on the door when he leaves.

He stays for a moment longer, though. Lance did say he'd appreciate the offer. Drake hums softly. ]

Okay, don't be mad at me when you wake up.

[ Kneeling next to the couch, Drake breathes out and finds calm. The telltale blue glow rises from his chest as he projects it towards Lance, easing him into an easier rest. Might as well guarantee that this is good sleep -- he'll check in every now and then to make sure Lance isn't having nightmares, for as long as he needs to rest. ]

[It's several hours later that he finally stirs, and initially when he doesn't recognize where he is there's a brief moment of panic before it all snaps back into place. As quickly as it had come panic is replaced by embarrassment, and with a very dramatic and over-exaggerated sound of annoyance he flops back on the couch, putting an arm over his eyes and willing himself to just meld with the furniture.

But aside from marveling at how much of a disaster he's being, he feels a lot better. Still tired of course, and with a bit of a headache, but overall so much improved from... However long it had been before. Also he'd woken up naturally, which means both that he hadn't been disturbed by nightmares or a lot of people going in and out of the room, which means he probably needs to be thanking Drake a few times over.

The network seems easiest to use rather than trying to get up just yet, and so--]

Hey. Sorry about that.

I'm just glad I caught you. I'll be right in.

[ A few minutes later and the door opens quietly, Drake coming in with a glass of water and a plate of food -- Lance has been out for awhile, and he's probably headachey. Drake can't remember the last time he saw the other man eat, either.

He kicks the door closed behind him and crosses to the couch, holding out his offerings. ]

You can get back to it after this, promise. Sleep okay?

[He's managed to sit up and is compulsively checking the network to see if anything major has happened while he hasn't been paying attention, but he draws himself away from the mental screens when he sees Drake enter. He offers a faint smile of greeting, and then it turns a little to sheepishness again as he carefully accepts the glass and plate, making sure his coordination is mostly back to normal and he isn't going to drop them, when seems to be the case.]

Thanks.

[He feels a little--or a lot--like an idiot and also a bit of a jerk, especially at basically being waited on when it was his own fault he ended up on this situation, but he tries to ignore that for now. Instead he focuses on listening as he takes a sip of water, then nods.]

Yeah. I presume I have you to thank for that too.

[It isn't flippant or anything, just a remark, because he does appreciate it even if he still feels embarrassed about it.]

[ If it helps, Drake doesn't think he's an idiot or a jerk, just a friend who needed some rest. Whether it's his own fault or not, there were valid reasons it got that bad.

He shifts his weight a little awkwardly, because he technically didn't get Lance's consent to use his power but. ]

Yeah, I'm sorry. I figured if you were already out you might as well get some good rest. I'm glad it worked?

It did, and you don't have to apologize. I appreciate it.

[Both the effect and that Drake cares to have even worried about how Lance would feel about it. His paranoia about people using powers on him is still there, but at this point he's basically suspended it for his friends; he trusts Drake more than enough to be okay with this particular instance, considering the situation.]

And um, sorry, again.

[Both for you, know, passing out on him, and for all the inconvenience afterward.]

Nothing to be sorry about, man. It's good you're feeling better.

[ He looks genuinely relieved that Lance isn't upset with him. ]

So I'm headed to New Tokyo tonight to scout ahead for the newbies, bring some supplies, find them somewhere to stay... you can hold down the fort here?

[He offers a faint smile at the first part, messing with his fork a little as Drake continues, and he nods at the question.]

I think so, yes. But I have a question first.

[He's definitely feeling better, and that's evidenced by that he has enough energy to go right back to turning things around and asking--]

Have you gotten enough rest yourself, before you go running off to another city?

[ Oh no, what has he done? He's opened the door to Lance fussing over him next. ]

Uhh... I think so?

red wings; back room

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