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Who: Raven Reyes and Bellamy Blake!
What: Settling in and being sad, probably.
Where: House 1202
When: 11/15!
Warnings: None yet!


[Bellamy's been making less of an attempt to settle in and more of an attempt to focus on taking care of Raven. It's an easy thing to throw himself into, running around the city trying to find parts for her new crutches and brace, and stocking up on supplies. As usual, there's far too much on his mind, but he's decided to consider it luck that none of their other friends are here. That means they're home safe, and it means there's no chance that any of them will get caught up in whatever the hell is going on here.

Still, that doesn't mean there aren't a million other things to think about. Like Raven's injury, or the fact that he knows she's going insane cooped up in the house. He doesn't know how to navigate this situation with the gods or the Null, and he's still trying to wrap his head around the fact that supplies and food are so readily available here, free for the taking. Today, he's brought back a backpack full of food that hasn't existed back home for a century, and a bottle of some sort of liquor that he hasn't been able to solidly identify. Rum, maybe. He's hoping the novelty of this haul will cheer Raven up, or at least distract her, so when he lets himself in he heads straight to her room, knocking on the doorframe gently.]

Hey. You hungry?

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[ There's some swearing before she looks up, his question taking a minute to focus on. She's been so caught up in getting the brace rebuilt and someone's not quite ready to say she's not as good as Wick at this. She can build anything. Anything. Why is this tripping her up? Raven sighs, looking up from the half-assembled mess on her bed.

She wants to say no, but she also knows herself and the fact that she can't remember the last time she took a break to eat is a sign. ] Sure.

[ Adjusting, she clears the mess to be able to move off the bed. ] Did you find anything good?

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That depends on your definition of "good".

[It's his usual sarcasm, but he shoots her a half-smile as he dumps the backpack next to her.]

Knock yourself out.

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[ Her frustration melts away at the bounty he spreads out before her. ]

Wha-- [ She digs through all the things she'd only ever heard about, not even sure where to start. Hands quickly push the last of the scraps out of the way so he can sit if he wants, picking up a bag of twizzlers with curiosity. ]

They just had all this laying around?

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Yep. The shops are full of stuff.

[He understands her disbelief, though. He could barely believe it when he walked into the first shop. Bellamy sits down beside her, digging a bag of chips from the pile.]

How's the brace going?

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[ She shakes her head as she rips open the twizzlers, her other hand already digging for more long extinct junk food. ] It's not gonna be perfect. [ Which shouldn't be as frustrating as it is in their situation. ] I'll need to spend more time on another one, but I've got to get this one done so I can actually do shit outside of the house.

[ She's been caught in her standard loop of beating herself up for not being good enough, but this is a nice surprise. Taking a bite of one of the twizzlers, she bites back a sound that wouldn't be appropriate right now. ] Wow.

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[This might be the happiest he's seen her in... He can't remember how long. He pauses in the middle of opening his bag.]

That good, huh?

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[ Rather than answering, she just throws one at him. ]

See for yourself.

[ She pops another piece into her mouth, reaching for one of the chocolate bars. Guess who hasn't even picked up on the fact that there's a whole bottle of booze that came along with Bellamy and his backpack. ]

This is unreal.

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[He doesn't even bother trying to catch it—the candy bounces off of his shoulder, and he shoots her a look.]

Cute.

[And now it's his turn to try. He pops a chip in his mouth and... God, that's salty. Bellamy makes a face, caught somewhere between surprised and unsure.]

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[ Wow Bellamy. Wow. She makes a look right back at him, shaking her head slightly. What a waste of a twizzler.

She gives up on the sweets once she sees that face, reaching over to steal a chip. ]

It can't be that bad.

[ And after popping it into her mouth to prove a point, she immediately regrets it. She does her best to keep a straight face, though. ]

Did you -- [ That is definitely not her clearing her throat. Nope. She's fine. ] -- I thought I saw you had a bottle of something.

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[Bellamy manages to suck it up and swallow without much more complaint. Nothing will ever top that weird, mutant panther they ate when they first got to the ground. He hands the bottle over to her, shaking his head.]

I don't know what the hell it is, just that it's alcohol.

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[ Don't think that too loud, something might come along that gives it a solid run for its money.

She takes the bottle, unscrewing the cap and sniffing. ] Smells sweeter than what Jasper and Monty managed to concoct on Unity Day. [ Without hesitating, she takes a pull. It's a short one, but fuck. She gives a little shake of her head as she swallows, offering the bottle to Bellamy. ] Jasper'd fucking love this.

[ So would probably all of the others, but she's not gonna voice that. ]

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Jasper's not that picky.

[So that's not exactly a ringing recommendation. He takes the bottle when she offers it and takes a longer drink, swallowing it dutifully. It's not bad, but it's strong as hell.]

Alien booze. Who knew.

[Coming to Hadriel is probably the weirdest thing that's ever happened to them, and that's saying something.]

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No, no he's not.

[ He'd probably drink actual rocket fuel if someone told him he could get drunk off of it without dying. They'd have to have some solid facts to back it up, though. He may have shitty taste, but he's not stupid.

Raven watches, giving a shrug of her shoulder in response, pulling a twinkie off the bed. ] You know, I read somewhere they used to say these things would survive the apocalypse. [ A beat. ] Those idiots clearly didn't know a damn thing about organic chemistry and nuclear physics.

[ Although it still makes her hesitate to tear open the wrapper and dig in. Even if it's really tempting. ]

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[And neither does Bellamy, but he doesn't feel the need to point that out.]

Feeling better, Raven?

[Ranting about Twinkies is a sure sign of that, right?]

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[ It's an easy thing for her to gorget with the people she's comfortable around. Not everyone is a literal rocket scientist. C'mon Raven.

With a sigh, she shrugs. Pain is pain is pain. Nothing new there. ]

'Bout as good as I can get. I'll be better once I can get the brace done and get around on my own again.

[ Because she knows she's a shitty patient and her independence is important to her. ]

The booze helps. [ At least she's being honest about that. Taking another drink, she works up the nerve to rip open the packaging. Might as well give it a go. ]

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[Bellamy watches her wrestle with the Twinkie, expression amused. It is weird, just like everything else here. He doesn't blame her.]

How's that going? Any luck finding the parts?

[He imagines that might not be the easiest thing here. It's not like there are abandoned bunkers full of forgotten stuff, or a space station to scavenge from.]

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Enough that I can fabricate what I'm missing. [ And this pains her to actually vocalize-- ] It won't be as good as Wick's right now, but once I have a working brace, I'll have time to actually build one properly.

[ Meaning this one will probably hurt like a bitch, but if it functions, she'll deal.

Managing to rip open the packaging, she breaks it in half, taking a bite and giving a hum of approval before offering up the unbitten half to Bellamy. ]