[ ic / appointments ]

[poppetry]

I will pretty this up later. But!

Appointments post! Use this for one-off interactions that would be difficult to do elsewhere, like messages or other isolated meetings/run-ins/etc. Just include the date, time, and choice of [action/voice/written] in the subject line of your comment.

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[Voice; Early afternoon of April 16th]

[cakeblocked]

[After visiting the bakery and getting a scoop of strawberry ice cream, Luke was just about to leave when he paused, then ran back to Regal asking for another cone. An idea had occurred to him; since Xion forced him to eat sea salt ice cream, then he'd just have to force her to eat strawberry! Besides, he's pretty sure she hasn't tasted it yet. And she absolutely must.

... Of course, he realizes his dilemma when he holds the two cones in both hands and stares down at his journal. Gdit. No available hands. For a moment he hops up and down and tries to open the pocket by sliding his leg against the chair, but to no avail.

Once Regal asked if he needed help, he sheepishly accepted, and soon enough, Xion might find a beaming Luke calling to her.]

Xion! Xion, hey, are you there?

[poppetry]

[ ... really Luke. Really. It startles Xion from some studying to hear his voice, and she reaches over to take a look at her journal ...

... only to see the love of her life making a complete and total dork out of himself.

Unable to help a grin of her own, Xion sets down her things to pick up the journal instead, unable to keep the amusement and affection out of her expression. ]

I'm here, I'm here! What's up?

[cakeblocked]

How about we meet at my place for a while? I want you to try something!

[It's supposed to be secret, but, well. He does kind of have the ice cream in his hands.]

[poppetry]

[ It's impossible not to laugh. ]

Gee, I wonder what it is. I'll be right there, don't let it all melt! [ Beaming now, she gets out of her seat and dashes out the door without looking back. ]

[Action; Noon of June 14th]

[cakeblocked]

[It was hot. It was stupidly hot.

Perfect weather for what he and Xion were about to do, but it was still way too damn hot. Luke might not think much of the ocean right now (in fact, he viewed it as a death trap of sorts), but right now he wanted some kind of relief against this stupid weather

[Action; Noon of June 14th]

[poppetry]

[ Frankly, Xion's still a little unsure about this. After the recent attack on Sora, she was more reluctant than ever to leave the house, because ... what if--?

What if.

She'd spent a lot of time thinking about that question after Axel had been attacked, too.

But Sora is in the house. As long as he's there, he's safe, because Vanitas can't get inside anymore. And she's so emotionally exhausted she can't stand it. They've all been standing vigil over their friend -- their guiding light -- and she knows that just staying in the house won't make him get better any faster. Plus, she'd almost ... almost been feeling a little more like herself, after spending that night with Luke, after going to spend time with Hiccup on his roof. Almost...

She knows she needs this, as strange as it feels to go do something fun in the midst of so much pain. So she shows up at the appointed place in a pretty pink dress with a bag over her shoulder. She looks tired, but she's got a tiny smile on ... that gets a little bigger when she sees how he's dressed

[Action; Noon of June 14th]

[cakeblocked]

[Thankfully, he heard her footsteps, otherwise the touch would make him jump right out of his flip flops. As it is, he turns his head just as she touches his shoulder, and he fully looks at her and takes in her appearance with a smile of his own.]

Hey. [He reaches a hand back to brush the back of his hair as he gestures with the other to her outfit.] You look pretty in that. [And compared to her, he looks kind of plain. At least the towel added some style to it. Or so he thinks.]

[Action; Noon of June 14th]

[poppetry]

[ ... oh so slightly pink at his compliment. ]

Thanks. I've had it in my closet for a while, but I only just remembered it was there this morning. [ She gestures to the teleporter. ] You ready to go?

[Action; Evening of July 14th]

[cakeblocked]

[It had taken the whole day to do, but Luke had finally visited everyone he knew of who had to deal with his terrible attitude for the whole of last week and personally apologized to each one. He had even offered to do something for them all in return; Hiccup had even taken up that offer, though only to satiate Toothless, and allowed Luke to feed him some fish to get him back into the dragon's good graces again. It was a bit of a thrill, and Luke was happy to know that he was okay with most everyone again... but he still felt absolutely horrible. That person he wanted to leave behind forever... why did he have to turn into that person right then? Why did he ever have to

[Action; Evening of July 14th]

[poppetry]

[ Shockingly, she'll be dozing when he enters the room. All she's done since the moment she blacked out on the road is sleep, and sleep, and sleep. Her broken body demands the rest.

But she did wake up this morning, for the first time since the attack. Only for a few confused, bleary seconds though, before she fell right back to sleep. The rest of the day has proceeded in much the same way, cycling in and out of consciousness.

Perhaps luckily for Luke, she's right on the cusp of waking when he enters. She even shifts slightly, though she doesn't open her eyes. ]

[Action; Evening of July 14th]

[cakeblocked]

[It's a testament to just how fearful he is of everyone's perception of him now that he's shown them the side of himself that he never wanted anyone to see when he stops fully upon seeing her stir. He doesn't want to wake her up... though whether that's because he wants her to keep resting or because he doesn't know if he's ready to face her just yet is up in the air

[Action; Evening of July 14th]

[poppetry]

[ She stirs again at his touch, her breathing changing as she slowly pulls herself out of sleep. A soft, nondescript sound escapes her, and for a moment it seems like she might settle back into sleep.

But after a quiet moment, her eyes open just so slightly, and she's looking directly at him.

At first, she does nothing. She's quite convinced she's still dreaming. It's only when she blinks and the fuzzy image doesn't change that she makes another sound, her eyes opening just a little wider.

... it's so hard to think straight right now ... there are a lot of painkillers in her system, mostly thanks to all the burns, but even with those she can still feel some of the pain. It's a strange sensation... and the medications are filling her brain with thick cotton. But if this is a dream, she wants to hold onto it... enough to make sense of what she's seeing, of who ... that is ...

She tries to move. It's a bad idea. Her expression screws up into a wince as even the small shift makes pain radiate from the right side of her body. ]

[ action, afternoon july 15th ]

[sortabeautiful]

[ jacob hates hospitals. he hates them almost as much as he hates funerals.

it's something deeply ingrained in him. memories of a rainy night and once too many trips with billy make it hard for him to find any comfort in the pristine white... if he had it his way, he'd never have to set foot in another one again.

but he does. while he heals fast, others don't. other people need this. he's always at a bit of a loss when it comes to things like this. ]

Hey, Xion. [ he won't stay long. she needs her rest... but he has some encouragement. a project he was working on - originally a lazing wolf, transformed into the embodiment of strength. The proud lion is small enough to be worn on a necklace, but just as detailed as a large scale statue. ]

[ action, afternoon july 15th ]

[poppetry]

[ She's awake when he walks in, but his entrance still startles her. Mostly because she forgets how goddamn huge he is a lot. Someday she'll get used to that...

She can't sit up, really, but she does turn her head to look at him, blinking. At first she's only looking at him, but then her gaze falls to the carving he's holding. Her brows knit, and she looks back up at his face questioningly. ]

Jacob...? [ ... is that for her? ]

[ action, afternoon july 15th ]

[sortabeautiful]

Yeah. [ he flashes a friendly smile, dropping down into a chair that's probably a little too small for him. ] How are you feeling?

[ action, afternoon july 15th ]

[poppetry]

[ She smiles back, though it's a quiet thing. How do you answer that question? "Awful" is kind of a depressing answer. Still... ]

Better. It's easier to stay awake today. [ ... her smile quirks. ] You look like you don't really fit in this room. It's too little for you.

[action - morning of July 15th]

[frost_jewel]

[She stopped by once the day before, to hear that Xion hadn't woken yet (not that she expected her to) but that she was improving, slowly. Good news.

If she finds a redhead around when she comes today, she'll dispatch him for a while. If not...well, problem solved. It seems the others who work at this clinic have done their own excellent job at caring for Xion, particularly making use of the 'technology' here.

Mia will sit for a few minutes, waiting to see if she wakes.]

[action - morning of July 15th]

[poppetry]

[ Not truly woken up, anyway. Brief periods of hazy, barely-aware consciousness don't really count.

But today should go a little better for her. She's gotten a lot of rest, her brief conversations with Roxas, Luke, and Noel (for a total of less than 20 minutes) the previous day notwithstanding. So when she wakes up the morning of the 15th, it's with greater lucidity than anything she's managed so far.

It's about five minutes after Mia's arrival that she wakes up. She's still hazy, at first, not noticing Mia is there as she blinks at the ceiling. ]

[action - morning of July 15th]

[frost_jewel]

[It will be best to let her come into awareness on her own. There's every chance she won't be able to stay awake for more than a few seconds, like the previous day.

But as she shifts closer anyway, just in case, she's definitely going to make some noise.]

[action - morning of July 15th]

[poppetry]

[ Well, she's strongly considering going back to sleep -- or was, until she hears Mia move. Then she blinks down at the girl -- a stranger, and her brows knit in confusion.

Who are you...? ]