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[gloomyapoplectic]

Characters: [AU1] Kanaya Maryam and all you lovely people!
Setting: Various (2, 22, 39, 47)
Format: Starting action, will match c:
Summary: Kanaya stares at paintings and tries to keep herself healthy.
Warnings: Kanaya is affected by the event. She now looks to be 22 sweeps old. Full tl;dr here. Also, language, mutant angst, potential mentions of character death.

floor 47 - curtain floor
[She's really just passing through this floor -- she doesn't exactly want to linger -- but if she sees anyone on the floor looking at the curtains with consideration, she offers a warning.] I would not recommend looking behind any of those.

floor 39 - gymnasium
[Exercise is an important part of staying healthy, and Kanaya is well aware that she needs to start paying attention to her health. So she's exercising! Mostly lifting weights and running laps. But in addition to lifting weights and running laps, she also might be caught resting pretty frequently -- potentially even coughing while trying to catch her breath, if the encounter is really unlucky.]

floor 22 - art gallery
[Kanaya has never exactly been in any position to appreciate the fine arts. So, the time she's spending in the art gallery now is mostly being spent staring at the particularly pretty pieces. There is probably plenty of symbolism to be had, but an Introduction to Art Appreciation wasn't exactly included in her schoolfeeding. Despite being a fully-grown adult troll, she's staring at the more complex paintings with the awe of a little kid. Someone didn't get out enough as a grub.]

floor 2 - infirmary
[Killing monsters is a bit of a messy job, so it's no surprise that she's got cuts and bruises to treat. She's at the check-up area, cleaning up and dressing her minor wounds. Her cape (which was actually once a jacket, but...well, she doesn't exactly fit into it anymore) is hung over the back of the chair she's seated in as she tidies herself up.]

Comments

[caliginous]

[It doesn't do much to steal his thoughts, but it brings a sort of serenity to the so obviously jaded troll that its nearly palpable. There's a soft noise of gratitude in his throat. His arms slide further around her, slithering to shield her against his lanky frame.

It was so backwards, all things considered. His forehead remains against her's, tone unchanging even with all of his more affectionate gestures.]

Have you eaten today?

[gloomyapoplectic]

[Waves of contentment overwhelm most of Kanaya's other emotions. She is a pretty simple troll, and simple things like hugging her moirail make her pretty happy. There's something else that hasn't changed, too.]

When I woke up. I am probably due to eat again soon.

What about you? [After all, Karkat's the big old bag of bones here. It hasn't escaped Kanaya's notice.]

[caliginous]

[He debates how to answer that question. No, he hadn't eatne, but he hadn't had a real desire to eat the past couple of days. Whether or not it was related to Kanaya's condition was another matter entirely. He wasn't going to say either way. He hated when other people worried about him, less because he hated being a burden and more because it reminded him that he still had the capacity to care, no matter how hard he tried to shut it down.

Empathy was a curse. He loathed it now more than ever.]

I'll come with you.

[An easy way to dodge the question. The answer came without much thought after it, so it wouldn't seem suspicious. Not that he thought he could hide the fact that he hadn't eaten, when Kanaya was wrapped around his lanky frame.]