august mingle;

[thecommissary]

This is the general mingle log for August. Feel free to post open top levels for: new arrivals, job duties, general hanging out in common spaces, bonding with your block, and anything else you can think of. There will not be a catch all for the event, so you can put event starters here or in their own separate log!

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[callhousekeeping]

[ The Countess has been expecting Michael's return. Randall had shared with her what happened and why, and she knew he would be a bit worse for the wear from his first visit there. The mother in her cannot let Michael recover on his own, and so she appears in B Block, her red uniform sticking out amongst the orange ones.

She hunts down Michael and she's brought him ramen, already prepared. She's even managed to sneak an egg from a friend on kitchen duty to add to the noodles. In her pocket is a hairbrush and her "cosmetics", like a traveling makeup artist. She takes a seat next to him and offers the soup. ]

How are you, darling?

[spawnofsatan]

[ He isn't difficult to find, laying in bed in his cell and trying to abate the bone-deep fatigue he feels. There hadn't been much sleep during his time in SHU, and finds he doesn't feel like himself. Like there's a buzzing just below the surface of his skin.

Michael at least has the decency to sit up when he hears her and offers her an awed smile. ]

Better, now that I've got perfect company. [ He takes the bowl from her with a quiet thanks. ]

[callhousekeeping]

[ She coos and hands him the soup, reaching out to stroke his hair and wrap her arms around him. Though she would not voice it, she thinks Randall was too harsh, asked too much. Michael is not some random newbie lured in by charm -- he's special. She is a big believer in celebrating the special, elevating it past normal treatment. ]

You must be exhausted. The SHU takes it out of everyone. But you're back now, sweetness. It's over.

[spawnofsatan]

[ He takes a spoonful of the ramen, humming at the warmth hitting his throat. The fingers in his hair feel nice, but it's so untamed it can't be a joyful endeavor. ]

I don't know that I slept more than a few hours all week. [ He goes silent, contemplating whether he should tell her of what he experienced. ]

But I wasn't completely alone. There was someone else in the cell next to mine.

[callhousekeeping]

It's difficult in there, even for those of us who aren't so easily daunted by this place.

[ She pets his hair a few more times, but frets over causing him pain by catching his knots with her fingers. Instead, she takes the hairbrush from her pocket and begins to gently brush his hair out, untangle and smooth it like she might a small child. ]

Oh, you met Tobias? He's been in there almost as long as I've been at Obsidian, you know.