[open] // do what we must because we can

[fionnuisce]

Characters: Waver and open
Setting: Floor 27, cafeteria, dorm floors
Format: Either
Summary: Tea, science, and sleep are Waver's priorities. In that order.
Warnings: None yet.

[floor 27]

[Waver had spent the majority of his time in the laboratory; being the leader of the group researching the clear collar fluid, he might have felt obligated even if it didn't fascinate him. Luckily (for some value of the word), he was a researcher that often became utterly absorbed in his work to the point of forgetting everything else. 'Minor' things like sleeping and eating, for example.]

[Though he hid it the best he could, if the ponytail-wearing magus looked exhausted that was likely no one's imagination. Today he was looking over his own hastily-written notes and narrowing his eyes at the container of fluid itself as though it had perhaps insulted his mother, thin cloud of cigarette smoke hanging in the air in front of him.]

[cafeteria]

[It was a remarkably simple thing, tea. Last time it was available, Waver had taken quite a bit of it to store in his trunk (along with a whole lot of alcohol.)]

[Then, glamour failure. If asked for one petty thing Waver would never forgive the administrators for, he would always answer with that.]

[Needless to say, he'd finally dragged himself away from his work long enough to enjoy the shift in provisions. Today in the cafeteria one could find a magus in a black and green suit sitting by himself, looking over near-incomprehensible notes with a cup of tea in his hand.]

[And if one happens upon him in the evening, it's likely he's minding his own business and leaving with a bottle of wine or two, liquid mercury maid trailing a step behind him.]

[dorm floors]

[Only at some ungodly hour did Waver finally give up for the night and leave the laboratory, Volumen Hydragyrum behind him carrying two bottles of wine. If he was willing to stop at all, it was likely he'd reached his physical limit or damn near to it. Sure enough, it had been several days since he slept a full night--or slept, period. As a result Waver was pale and walking just a little unsteadily, but at least he didn't seem ready to drop dead.]

[Drop into a coma when he got to his room, sure. But not drop dead.]

Comments

[Dorm Floors]

[oathshackledbird]

[It shouldn't be too surprising that as he heads back to his room, Waver picks up a shadow. At least this one, though, has no intention of throwing twisted versions of his fears or failures at him. Instead, he is just there to make sure the magus make it to his room safely for some well deserved rest.

Diarmuid walks quietly alongside his friend for a while before finally speaking.]

Building up your stock again or just planning on drinking the need to sleep away? I'm just wondering if I should prepare for a hangover across our bond in the morning...

[fionnuisce]

I was thinking 'both' was a viable option.

[Not really, no.]

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid laughs and shakes his head.]

You are no Irishman my friend, but even so I don't think you have enough alcohol if you really wish to drink the need to sleep away. Would you like me to go grab you a few more bottles?

[fionnuisce]

I'm not a lightweight. I just didn't feel like carting around more than this. if you want to join me, then by all means get what you want to.

Cafeteria

[savedbyasong]

[Luckily Xion being a bodyguard of the Blue group meant that there was someone who could actually force Shion to rest and eat and do other normal things that normal people did without being prompted.

So Shion had a plate of food, and was balancing that and his notes when he spotted Waver. He almost just carried on, he was planning to go and do more research, and take his food with him.

But Diarmuid had encouraged him to talk to Waver so he approached, blinking nervously.] Um... excuse me. Are you Waver Velvet?

[fionnuisce]

[He forced back a reply of 'that all depends on who's asking'--that seemed a bit too short given that whoever was addressing him seemed generally harmless. The smart remarks could be saved for Sephiroth's team of psychopaths, most likely. Instead Waver gave Shion a smirk that might've passed for a smile, speaking casually.]

That's correct. Can I help you?

[savedbyasong]

Um... Diarmuid said you wouldn't mind me talking to you. [Nervous baby scientist] He was telling me about your mercury familiar and couldn't answer all my questions. But if now is a bad time...

[fionnuisce]

There's nothing of pressing importance I'm doing at the moment. You're welcome to sit down if you like.

[Waver set down the cup of tea, reaching into his pocket and producing a vial of mercury. If Diarmuid trusted him, it didn't really seem like any risk to talk about his Mystic Code.]

I wouldn't mind your name first, since you seem to know mine.

Floor 27

[frilliance]

[Hi, Waver. Your assistant is standing right behind you and he wants a word with you about your notes. He can make most of them out but since your handwriting is still barely legible, he needs clarifying on a few things....

Although when Edgeworth approaches his team leader, he notices that there is another problem. An obvious one.]

Shouldn't you take a break? [Hypocrite. He himself has been working on the tasks and paperwork all day with no break.]

[fionnuisce]

First, please don't hover over me, if it's all the same to you. [Paranoia was a hell of a thing; mage society being what it was, Waver was used to being on guard against possible attacks.]

Second, I've seen you here nearly as often as I am. Are you sure you should be questioning my work habits?

[frilliance]

Mmph. I'm not the one who looks like that he is about to collapse. [Except he does sometimes forget when it gets dark because he gets too absorbed in the work. Edgeworth gets the first point though and steps backwards to give Waver some breathing space.]

[fionnuisce]

I'm used to working like this. I'll be fine.

Cafeteria (or just leaving it) - Evening

[bashfulshifter]

[A large blonde man has appeared from the kitchen and is following Waver towards the exit. He'd been preparing some minor dishes in good company and was already cleaning up for the end of dinner service when he noticed his group's leader, absconding with his strange mercury construct and...something else snagged from the buffet line. Leftovers? Rick decides to investigate (or at least provide him with company other than his notes).]

...S-So this is y-your i-i-idea of...'t-taking it e-easy?'

[Said in good humor and with a broad smile--he sees those wine bottles you have under your arm, Waver.]

[fionnuisce]

I'm out of the laboratory, aren't I? [Waver frowned in response, though he seemed to be faintly protesting more than he was actually irritated.] It's a start.

[bashfulshifter]

[Rick scratches his head, somewhat apologetic, but the fact that he's chuckling suggests that it's more bashfulness for what he's about to say than nervousness for what he's said already.]

W-Well...yes. You h-have g-good taste, I m-mean. I've, ah...b-been l-looking for an e-excuse to t-try s-some m-myself. [He nods at the acquired wine bottles, just to be sure Waver knows what he's referencing.] ...W-What's the o-occasion?

[fionnuisce]

Last time there was any alcohol or tea in the tower, I went out of my way to gather a reasonable collection of it. Then the glamour failed and I was left with a large amount of water.

It's not an occasion so much as it is 'I'm catching up.'

Cafeteria

[sunflowerfairy]

[Yotsuba was quite happy with the new menu the cafeteria was sporting, since it had milk! Sure, it was milk in a different color than she was used to, and it was much sweeter, but it was milk nonetheless. Even if she didn't have curry, milk was yummy, along with the other good foods the cafeteria had this month.

Feeling hungry and wanting something to eat and wanting more milk, Yotsuba had run into the cafeteria, but she paused when she saw someone drinking..something and reading. Curious, she couldn't help but wander over to them, smiling. If they were a bad person, she had her sling and ammo in the pouch on her sash.]

Hello! What are you drinking and reading?! Are you a good person?!

[fionnuisce]

[Waver simply blinked at that, trying to register who the hyperactive child was and why she was asking him so many questions.]

Er...in order: tea, research notes, and I suppose I am.

[sunflowerfairy]

[She was asking him questions because she was curious! Yotsuba believed him when Waver said he was a good person and kept right on smiling.]

Oh! Tea's really yummy..but what are re..research notes? Are you searching for something?

floor 27

[puppy_lancer]

Sooo...

[Lancer, who's here to play "bodyguard," looks over Waver's shoulder.]

Find anything?

[fionnuisce]

Don't hover over my shoulder, and no.

[puppy_lancer]

Aw, man.

[He pouts and crosses his arms.]

Wonder how all the other teams are doing...

floor 27

[undefines]

[Nue is curled up on top of a tall piece of machinery, one of her arms dangling from its side. It's a lazy pose that might even seem a little bit feline. Behind her, her wings even swish idly like a cat's tail, though Waver probably isn't aware of it with her under the cover of her Seeds of Unknown Form.]

[She doesn't say anything—or, mercifully, touch anything—but she does watch Waver intently. It's like she's waiting for something.]

[fionnuisce]

[He'd largely ignored Nue for the most part since they began; she seemed troublesome, to put it simply. It was easy enough for him to tell she used some kind of illusion skill, but he hadn't bothered to question it or attempt to undo it. Waver didn't particularly care what Nue could be hiding or what her intentions were, as long as she didn't get in the way.]

[She was likely getting involved for some reason, and with any luck that reason wasn't trouble. Although...the staring was getting on his nerves quite a bit.]

...Is there something I can help you with?

[undefines]

I'm supposed to move things around once you're done, right? So I'm waiting for you to get finished.

[The truth-to-sass ratio of this statement is perhaps somewhat ambiguous.]