Glamour Failure

[animusmods]

Characters: any
Setting: all around the Tower
Format: any/party-style
Summary: A general mingle log for the reaction to the beginning of the Idealism event.
Warnings: PG-13; please include any more detailed warnings in your threads if necessary

Comments

Re: [Dormitory Hallways -> Everywhere] [OPEN]

[knightime]

[Finding people like this is actually pretty damn difficult, he's decided. The longer he wanders without being too sure who he might run into, the more unnerving it becomes. He just wants someone familiar. Bro. John. Rose. Anyone. Just... he needs to find someone. He needs to know things will be okay.

Despite...despite whatever this is.

He's running and making his way through that he kind of tumbles into Namine by accident.] Shi-!

[lethechained]

[To say she's a bit distracted would perhaps he an understatement. Still trying to work out her thoughts even when she does get moving again, she's not in much position to do anything but react when she's bumped into. A surprised, slightly frightened sort of noise that is automatically restrained still sounds at least in part from her lips, and she stumbles.]

[She looks up at him the instant she recovers enough to, and if her expression were clearly visible, it would probably be startled. One more person, then, who's just like her. (Or close enough, to look at them. It keeps bothering her, how she doesn't look different, how she has that same glowing light inside, how hers is bright and warm and looks so whole, somehow, and is almost welcoming. Shouldn't it be-- something else? Does it even have any relation to a heart?)]

[But those are questions for another time. Now, she's much too busy peering at him, because what little of that voice she heard was familiar, somehow.]

[knightime]

[He immediately tries to steady her while steadying himself. Shit. That was dumb. He is dumb and he should have paid attention better.]

Sorry about that. Christ. Who'd think that being these shitty...you know what I do't even know what to call this so I'm not going to, but damn if it doesn't kind of make it harder to see people, much less recognize them.

You okay? [Right. Make sure the person you could have just taken down is okay. Good. He's on the ball. It is him.]

[lethechained]

[There's a quiet sort of tensing in her shoulders, even though she gets quickly that he's trying to help; it just wasn't quickly enough. But then he talks - and boy does he talk, given the situation, and she realizes with a jolt that it's him. She still ends up peering at him, trying to decipher the peculiar lines that now make up his face. She feels a twinge of shame for him to see her like this, even if he's in a similar state, but she promptly ignores it.]

... I'm okay, Dave. [She's pretty sure she's right. She's right, right?] And I know you didn't mean to do that. Are you--?

['Okay', too.]