[He only wants to take a few minutes, but-- he can't. In the end, he manages five minutes of screaming, followed by about fifteen minutes of crying, before he forces himself to go to Hange's cabin.
Hange lets him in. Has Rhys been in her room before? The door opens on a large, cozy laboratory, dense with stuff. There's one door off to the left, to Hange's bedroom, and two doors off to the right - the kitchen and bathroom. The ceiling is all big beams and suspended by cables between beams is a mountain bike and pair of skis.
What Rhys will see coming in: the opposite wall all windows. A big ol' sphere made of clay masks sits on this table, and a mint plant that looks very happy and leafy, and a glass nudibranch, and glassware and microscopes and a hand-spun centrifuge. There's a woodstove in the corner, a kettle on top of it, and a couple of armchairs (one of which definitely smells like Betelgeuse) adjacent to that, with a round tea table between them. Hange takes Rhys by the shoulders and pushes him in that direction.
Rhys would normally want to pick through all of Hanges stuff, but right now he's too absorbed in what just happened to even really take it in.
He drops into the Betelgeuse seat, sinking into it while staring blankly into space,
"I just-- what does this mean for him? He was alive, but he vanished, so-- he wouldn't just get thrown back into the Netherworld, would he? You asked for him to be alive, that's literally the last thing that happened to him--"
Rhys falls quiet again, because it's not as if Betelgeuse was any happier alive, he seemed like he was just in pain.
Hange doesn't sit yet. She goes and rustles around in one of the cabinets (her tables are lab tables, built on top of cabinets - lots of storage), pulls out a bottle of booze, and pours some for Rhys.
"I don't know. I don't know. Fuck, I don't know what this means for him. I feel like - if he just got dumped - he'd be returned to default, right?"
Bill knocks, but he's going to try the handle without really waiting. He's out of 'uniform' on the other side of the door, as it were, just a black triangular plate with whiplike tendrils. For Bill this is like showing up to work in a t-shirt with the middle finger emoji on it.
Some of his limbs are holding a blender pitcher of margarita. It is actively dripping. There's 1 straw. This is not for sharing.
The door is unlocked and un-barred. Hange was halfway over to open it, and stops when Bill invites himself in.
"Hi."
The action is apparently centralized around a tea table flanked by two cozy-looking armchairs, in the corner of the big main laboratory/room. Bill can ?float? Bill can ?sit on the table? Hange grabs a cushion from the unoccupied armchair and plumps it, then sets it down on the table for him. Then she vanishes into her kitchen, and emerges with an orange, which she offers him. No comment on the tentacle action we have going here.
Rhys glances over as the door opens, and despite everything, he manages a kind of bleak smile at the sight of Bill, because yep, that's pretty much exactly how he's feeling about this right now too.
"Hey dude. The fucking Admiral, right?"
He picks up the glass of booze that Hange poured him, glancing down at it bleakly,
"I almost-- I almost hope he doesn't remember us. I can't imagine how hard it'd be for him to go back to being invisible if he remembered that this place existed."
Bill makes a grumbly non-verbal sound and starts heading up to hang out in a corner of the ceiling. No pillow, only become corner spider.
Oh, an orange.
Bill squints tiredly at the orange, takes it with one long delicate spaghetti. He's been dragging his usual little communicator-bag along the ground behind him, and he reaches inside of it to retrieve a little movie-theater-sized bag of peanut M&Ms. Puts in Hange's hand in place of the orange. Okay. Deal.
Oh, oh, M&Ms. Lark fed some of these to her. Hange rips the rag open and eats a few and vanishes into her kitchen again to retrieve bread, cold sausage, apricot preserves that are almost the last of what she bought in Constantinople.
"Getting bumped off the barge means a return to, uh, default, right? He's probably dead and I hope he doesn't remember us."
Hange pushes the sausages towards Rhys. Eat. Eat them.
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he just turned human + completely freaked, i think he needs u
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his hair got soft + he got really really upset (like maybe hundreds of years of feelings and regret all at once???)
im pretty worried about him hange, idk if maybe i was a bit much for him but he shouldnt be on his own rn i dont think...
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give me a minute Im checing my item
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or maybe he went to zero to get some thinking time.
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he cant teleport
item doesnt show him at all actually
can these things break
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OMG DID HE JUST FUCKING VANISH???
I'M GOING TO HIS CABIN
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im going to chekc with the admiral
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his door is gone
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We know what that means
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sorry I need a minute
[It's a good job this is a text conversation because he.
He needs to just fucking scream into his pillow for a few minutes.]
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come over when you cna
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He arrives red eyed, and bangs on her door.]
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What Rhys will see coming in: the opposite wall all windows. A big ol' sphere made of clay masks sits on this table, and a mint plant that looks very happy and leafy, and a glass nudibranch, and glassware and microscopes and a hand-spun centrifuge. There's a woodstove in the corner, a kettle on top of it, and a couple of armchairs (one of which definitely smells like Betelgeuse) adjacent to that, with a round tea table between them. Hange takes Rhys by the shoulders and pushes him in that direction.
"Sit."
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Rhys would normally want to pick through all of Hanges stuff, but right now he's too absorbed in what just happened to even really take it in.
He drops into the Betelgeuse seat, sinking into it while staring blankly into space,
"I just-- what does this mean for him? He was alive, but he vanished, so-- he wouldn't just get thrown back into the Netherworld, would he? You asked for him to be alive, that's literally the last thing that happened to him--"
Rhys falls quiet again, because it's not as if Betelgeuse was any happier alive, he seemed like he was just in pain.
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"I don't know. I don't know. Fuck, I don't know what this means for him. I feel like - if he just got dumped - he'd be returned to default, right?"
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Some of his limbs are holding a blender pitcher of margarita. It is actively dripping. There's 1 straw. This is not for sharing.
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"Hi."
The action is apparently centralized around a tea table flanked by two cozy-looking armchairs, in the corner of the big main laboratory/room. Bill can ?float? Bill can ?sit on the table? Hange grabs a cushion from the unoccupied armchair and plumps it, then sets it down on the table for him. Then she vanishes into her kitchen, and emerges with an orange, which she offers him. No comment on the tentacle action we have going here.
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"Hey dude. The fucking Admiral, right?"
He picks up the glass of booze that Hange poured him, glancing down at it bleakly,
"I almost-- I almost hope he doesn't remember us. I can't imagine how hard it'd be for him to go back to being invisible if he remembered that this place existed."
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Oh, an orange.
Bill squints tiredly at the orange, takes it with one long delicate spaghetti. He's been dragging his usual little communicator-bag along the ground behind him, and he reaches inside of it to retrieve a little movie-theater-sized bag of peanut M&Ms. Puts in Hange's hand in place of the orange. Okay. Deal.
"HE'S PROBABLY DEAD."
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"Getting bumped off the barge means a return to, uh, default, right? He's probably dead and I hope he doesn't remember us."
Hange pushes the sausages towards Rhys. Eat. Eat them.
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