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reaperrabbit) wrote in citynet2023-10-17 12:07 pm
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[Normally, Brook would be perfectly happy to make a video post. It'd just be like his weekly recorded updates for his blog back home. Given the state he's in, though, he doesn't want to risk putting his face on camera. What if he looks as bad as he feels?
Why does he feel bad in the first place? Nothing makes any sense.]
ok, i know that for whatever reason, everyone's powers and shit have been weakened since they got here.
but has anybody else been feeling... weird?
like wobbly or your head hurting. or your legs not working right.
or like you have to lie down for a while until your eyes go back to normal.
idk, is this smth else that just happens here like weeds trying to eat you?
((OOC: Brook just hasn't realized that nerfing means he has to eat and sleep now, so he's been wandering around on little more than a Starbucks cake pop and no rest for days. That said, once people help him figure that out, he'll likely react to the thought of eating with disgust. This might hit a little close to disordered eating patterns, so please keep yourself safe if that's a trigger! Brook also has a permissions page with a long list of content warnings and an opt-out form, because I'm the Grim Reaper is a minefield of common triggers, and I don't want to suddenly spring anything unwanted on anyone.))
Why does he feel bad in the first place? Nothing makes any sense.]
ok, i know that for whatever reason, everyone's powers and shit have been weakened since they got here.
but has anybody else been feeling... weird?
like wobbly or your head hurting. or your legs not working right.
or like you have to lie down for a while until your eyes go back to normal.
idk, is this smth else that just happens here like weeds trying to eat you?
((OOC: Brook just hasn't realized that nerfing means he has to eat and sleep now, so he's been wandering around on little more than a Starbucks cake pop and no rest for days. That said, once people help him figure that out, he'll likely react to the thought of eating with disgust. This might hit a little close to disordered eating patterns, so please keep yourself safe if that's a trigger! Brook also has a permissions page with a long list of content warnings and an opt-out form, because I'm the Grim Reaper is a minefield of common triggers, and I don't want to suddenly spring anything unwanted on anyone.))
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Let's dodge that question entirely!]
how long can you go without sleep?
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Like a week? But you start having hallucinations and things after about two days.
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(He hasn't put together whom he's talking to, either. Even if Onni told him his name, Brook has a tendency not to pay attention to things he doesn't think are going to come up again, and in his profession, most people he meets... don't.)]
well, that hasn't happened yet at least...
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That's one thing at least. But you need to eat something and sleep and most importantly drink water. Where are you? I'll come make you something.
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what? no way, i haven't needed to eat in a hundred years!
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Seriously though, he has so many questions. But he doesn't ask any of them because there's something much more important going on.]
I didn't ask when the last time you needed to eat was, I asked where you are!
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He will stare at this message for a little bit, though.
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the subway station closest to the big park with the greenhouse. where the red and green lines cross.
there were benches, so i lay down.
do you mind going to action or do you want me to start a log? or handwave??
Alright. I'll be there. Just keep lying down.
Moving to action here is perfect!
ok.
[Whether it takes Onni a while to find the station or not, he'll find Brook in the main lobby, tapping away at his phone while sprawled out over a bench. Well, as much as someone his size can sprawl.
There's no mistaking him. He's wearing the same distinct outfit as he had in the greenhouse. It's Onni's friend, the underdressed not-a-mage.
Laid low by hunger or not, he stops what he's doing when Onni appears, squinting and slightly wary.]
...You're from before. With the plants.
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Well, that's unexpected.
Sort of. That boy had seemed to have very little sense, back then. Either that, or he's just used to being very powerful (and possibly not human?) and is suddenly not so powerful here. Onni can sympathize with that.]
Ah. It's you.
[He relaxes a little bit, and heads over to the young man lounging on the bench, handing him a bottle of water.]
Drink this.
[Then he crouches on the ground next to the bench, casually starting a fire there with the firewood he'd been carrying.]
I'm going to make you something to eat.
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Though, maybe that makes sense? He does dress like some kind of ancient Arctic explorer. You know, back when the Arctic had any ice.]
Wh... Over a fire? Right now?
[He pushes himself up on one arm to a seated position, though it makes his head spin a little. When he blinks at Onni, that half-incredulous expression from the greenhouse back on his face. It's more like three-quarters to near-fully incredulous this time, though.]
You... you know you really don't have to do that, right? Even the doctor didn't go that far out of his way...
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Why not? There's plenty of room for the smoke to dissipate in here. Drink that, by the way. You're dehydrated.
[When the young man says he doesn't have to do that, he shrugs again.]
Someone has to, or you'll starve. And it's no good eating nothing but cake when you're starving.
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With nothing definitive to say against Onni's assertion, Brook gives in and opens the water bottle. He has strength enough for that, at least.]
Fine.
[Though he stares down at it a moment longer, frowning and hesitant, in the end, he sighs and takes a gulp. Then a second. He lets those mouthfuls sit for a bit, testing whether that much will improve anything.]
I shouldn't need to eat anything at all.
[Since that cat's out of the bag, he might as well own it.]
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Good.
[He adds two bottles of water to a pot and puts it over his little fire, adding some beef bullion and a bay leaf, then starts matter-of-factly cutting vegetables with a kitchen knife he picked up at a store. It doesn't handle as well as his own knife from home, but it'll do in the meantime. Dropping the vegetables into the water, he lets them boil a little. The stew won't be the best ever without searing the meat first, but it'll do for someone starving.]
You shouldn't? You mean you don't eat at home?
[He glances up at that, eyeing the not-mage with a curious expression.]
I'm Onni, by the way. What's your name?
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[Since the water isn't killing him, he takes another delicate sip and then pulls his feet up onto the bench. He wraps his arms loosely around his legs and rests a cheek on his knees, like a little kid who doesn't care how to sit properly in company.
It's been a long time since anyone asked him his name. Even the people he's met recently, the ones who have, somehow, become his friends--they learned his name elsewhere, Brook thinks. At least, he doesn't remember introducing himself. In a way, that's how it's always been. Things happen around him, without his input, and he just goes with the flow.]
...It's Brook.
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[It's matter-of-fact, without much sympathy or anything. It's just the way it is, and Brook will have to adapt, as far as Onni's concerned. Adapt to survive, it's what's required from life, and a lesson that had been painful for Onni himself to learn.
He doesn't mind that Brook is sitting 'wrong' on the bench, either. It reminds him again of Lalli, of the way his cousin never quite sits on seats the way they're intended to be sat on. With the stubborn way Brook behaves and his lack of extreme emotions and general unfriendly demeanor, he reminds Onni more and more of his cousin.]
Brook. Good to meet you.
[He adds the meat to the stew, allowing it to cook, and then digs around in his pack to see if there's anything else inside he can give to the boy to tide him over. It's only recently he's been cooking for himself, but he has a few things in there. After a moment, he decides to bring out some rolls he'd found.]
These rolls might as well be cake for how sweet they are, so I don't know if they'll go with the stew, but here, take one.
[They're just regular dinner rolls, but Onni is used to the darkest rye bread. He gets up and hands over a roll to Brook.]
Try it.
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Which is sort of an oddly heavy reaction to have to a simple meal, isn't it? Hmm. The dinner rolls prompt no such consideration, only a faintly surprised blink. He's sharing more of his resources?
Bread should be fine, though. The doctor--Daan--suggested starting with that, too.]
...Okay.
[Brook settles the bottled water between his feet, takes the roll, and tears a small piece off of it. He chews it slowly, almost cautiously or experimentally, like this simple human staple is a foreign substance. Of course, after this long eating nothing but the occasional snack, it might as well be.]
...It's not cake. [He lets out a small sigh and picks off another piece.] But it's fine.
[He continues like that, pulling the roll apart bit by bit with his fingers to eat. It's unintentional, but at least he won't make himself sick by eating too fast after starving.]
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Do you not eat meat?
[It's said in the tone of someone who thinks that's kind of weird, but considering there's nothing off about Brook's demeanor when he gets the rolls, Onni's first thought is that he's vegetarian. That would be unfortunate, because he'd have to rethink the whole stew thing, but he's willing enough to do that, to get some food into the younger (looking) man.
Onni watches him try the bun, picking at it even though he must be starving and uncomfortable, trying it like he's never eaten bread before. It's good, Onni decides, because eating slow to start is a good idea anyway.]
Ah, good. We found something you like, then.
[He says it almost without thinking, and not realizing how paternal it sounds, because Brook reminds him so much of Lalli, eating only what he's interested in eating and cautious about new foods.]
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I keep saying, I don't eat anything. There's nothing in particular I don't eat, because I don't really eat at all. Just sweet things, when I feel like it.
[He gives the stew another dubious glance before continuing to pick at the bread.]
It's just that... I was... [He takes another breath and lets it out, shorter than those sighs of his.] I had a bad encounter with. Soup. A little while ago.
[I'm sorry, I can't make this stuff up. This is canon. Brook looks like he knows how ridiculous the confession is, but there's nothing he can do about it. It's the truth, in a manner of speaking.]
But whatever, it doesn't matter. If that's what I have to eat... then okay. [Grimly:] It's not like it'll kill me.
[The weirdly protective comment gets a look from him, but no comment. At this point, Brook doesn't feel like annoying or putting this guy--Onni--off. If he's so determined to help, even if Brook can't understand it, then what can he be, but... confusedly, warily grateful?]
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[Sounds fake. What kind of bad experience could you have with soup other than maybe food poisoning? For a few moments, he's quiet, thinking about that, his mind coming up with various examples of how one could have a bad experience with soup (eyeballs in the soup? soup thrown at you? drowning in soup?) but none of it makes sense.]
Well, this isn't soup, it's stew, it's much thicker.
[That should solve the problem, right?]
I'll make you something different next time.
[The stew is bubbling away nicely now, and he stirs it a few times, letting the water boil away to make it thicker, then adding a little flour to help it along from a small packet he got at a 'bulk store' a while back.]
For now, I had the ingredients for this, because I like it.
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For the record, it's much worse than he's thinking.]
...Sorry for taking your food.
[He doesn't know what to do with the insinuation of "next time," or the attempt to--what. Soothe him? The texture isn't the problem, not exactly, but Brook is not thinking about what the problem is anymore, thank you very much.]
I'll repay you for it. Any kind of work you need done, if I can do it, I will.
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Why would you pay me back? Or apologize? The food here is free for the taking, all I'm doing is cooking it for you.
[He shakes his head, turning his attention back to the stew and adding some salt and pepper to it, before letting it simmer. It gives time for Brook to eat more of his bun, as well, he thinks, because the boy is still picking at it.]
You don't need to do any of that.
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...But you had it. It's yours. You picked the ingredients for the food you like, and now you're giving it to me. And you helped me before, too.
[Even though Onni didn't need to do that. To Brook, the imbalance is clear. He continues frowning at Onni over his knees.]
I can't just... do nothing in return. It wouldn't be even.
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And?
[A pause, and he stirs the stew in the pot.]
This is just what people should do for other people! I'm not about to let someone starve. But if you want to do something for me, rest and start feeling better and eat that bun.
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He blinks, sits up a little more, and looks away. For some reason, he's kind of embarrassed.]
...Fine. I'll work on it.
[To show willing, he even takes a bite directly from the roll itself. Homf. A bun(ny) eating a bun. Is that cannibalism?]
But you should have some, too. Of the stew, I mean. Since I won't eat all that.
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