SO BELOW - EVENT LOG

[pluviosamods]

SO BELOW

With a slightly bump that can be felt throughout the ship, progress levels out. The skies above are threatening rain, but there aren't any drops falling from the sky... Yet.

Not that you'd know it, looking out the windows. A foreign ocean stands outside, on the other side of the glass - the ghost of an ocean, long gone from the truth of this world.

Just like so many other things, which have become visible to those who are willing to pay attention.

This is the event log for SO BELOW. Information for the first part of the Event (days 15 and 16) can be found here, along with sign-up options for the second part of the event.

Comments

Re: -smacks Fedi on the head- THIS GUY can fit so much intelligence. Kinda.

[frostwindknight]

Kaeya smiles shakily and nods. It's hard to tell whether or not he's nodding off or not at this point. It takes a moment for him to remember his perdicament and speak, "Alright, that sounds... reasonable." Kaeya had to admit he did miss having some kind of intelligence network, it would keep him from having to constantly be rushing around to scavenge information. "You sure you don't want anything from me?" he asks. "Since you'll be taking time out of your day to be reporting to me." Information never comes cheap, and he doesn't have the benefits that he has back home.

"It seems many of us aren't locals," Kaeya admits. "At least the living ones..." He shivers thinking about that ghost again. Their words kept ringing in his ears. He coughs weakly after a pause, remembering to clear his throat to speak louder. "That's good, we need people like him around. I've briefly met the good doctor once... but it would be nice to have a proper chat once the metaphorical dust settles... I mean... Everything calms down..." He yawns again, his exhaustion isn't helping with the translation from fancy phrases to straightforward english.

Kaeya hums a little and nods, "Yes... I wouldn't place it as neither good nor bad, its just.... a long history." Is he repeating himself? He can't tell. He tries not to yawn again as if that would signal there was something off with him. Especially since he's at this point let his body slump against the other man, no longer giving a proper fight.

"I did as well, I was wondering if they really did loop... or even if they could be seen by others if they do loop," he mumbles. "I haven't been able to ask anyone due to all my running around... but I figured this would be worth a try." He pauses and adds, "My ghost was similar, they didn't realize they were dead already. I don't even really know what killed them... They weren't injured." It could've been a thousand things... He has no idea...

The situation seems rather ridiculous, and he's more than glad he hasn't seen anyone on their way to the cafeteria. He puts his head in his hands and mutters a Monstadter-flavoured curse. "Well... either I'm going mad... or they simply don't... loop." He lets his head slump against his shoulder, nearly bumping into the strange wing on the man. "Sorry to drag you over for this... but I appreciate that rules out at least one thing. Albedo always talked about experimentation.

He pauses longer than he should, "So... I guess you're dragging me to my room now?"

Heeeere we go

[sanktawithashotgun]

Kaeya yawns so many times along the way that Executor does briefly stop to adjust the man’s position, so his upper half is supported against Executor’s other shoulder in a fireman carry. This is to spare Kaeya from straining his neck with trying to look around from an awkward vantage point, and…if he were to fall asleep, he could do so more comfortably. ((That is, if Kaeya will let him manhandle him like that. If not, Executor is amendable to negotiating a different position to carry him in. So if Kaeya doesn’t like being a sack of flour, now’s the time to speak up lmao.))

Executor eyes the man he’s carrying for a long moment when he asks about payment. “…Signore Kaeya. I offer this proposal with the expectation that you will no longer forgo sleep for entire nights at a time, which…with your condition, that is what I am assuming you are doing.” He turns his head back to their path. “My mission is to protect the passengers on this ship. You are a passenger; your “payment” can be allowing yourself to rest when you need it, so that this,” and he shifts the man on his shoulders slightly for emphasis, “does not continue to happen. Do you understand?”

Dr. Ratio had given instructions for aiding difficult patients. Executor hopes he employed this tactic sufficiently. He nods as Kaeya speaks, yawning again. He opens his mouth to ask about the phrase, then closes it when it gets explained anyway. “I see. My thanks. Yes, perhaps he will have more time for conversations one the situation is less strenuous.” Between the ghosts and the thickening air…it has been difficult for many.

“That does seem to be involved with the feeling of nostalgia, yes.” He pauses, feeling Kaeya going more and more lax against him by the moment. The closeness, sleep slow conversations…brings forth his own long buried thoughts. “I have never done well with identifying feelings. However…I believe I have similar nostalgia considering a family member of mine. As you said it is…good, and bad. In the end however…it just is.” His voice is softer as he says all this, as if a bit unsure he should say any of it at all.

“I see. Perhaps Risha, the woman I spoke to, did continue to loop her arduous walk to the open deck. I…find myself hoping she did not. She was in great pain, the burns she sustained incredibly severe. I do not know how much suffering after death is “real” or not, but it was…difficult to not be able to help her myself,” he says, his wings drooping. He nods at Kaeya’s words. “Yes, considering what has happened in the past of this world, it could be any number of things that would be the cause of death.”

Executor does not understand the words Kaeya mutters for a moment, but with that particular cadence, he assumes it is an expletive. “It is not…”mad” to investigate or test a hypothesis. Now you know.” He tilts his head. “Apologies are not necessary, as I am not doing anything I did not wish to do.”

At the last question….sky blue eyes stare back to meet abyssal violet, unblinking. “…I do not intend to “drag” you anywhere, Signore Kaeya. This arrangement with carrying you shall suffice. But…yes, I will be returning you to your room now,” he affirms, whirling around and marching them right out of the cafeteria. “Which floor and room do you reside?”