Hedgeturtle Senior is mostly right-side-up again

[myironeyes]

[Public text + open spam, the afternoon of Iris's reunion with her bus]

There is fresh pie in the Dining Room.

[Or anyone could encounter Marsh in the stairwells or in the Dining Room itself, appearing in a stern swish of black shrouds to drop them off, one each, steaming slightly, at neat intervals. He needed to do something with his hands, and for once sewing felt insufficient.]



[Private to Kelsier, after Erik's post]

Will you go?



[Spam for Nathan, backdated to about 30 minutes after the joysplosion from Iris's bus.]

[He's not sure what he needs, except quiet, somewhere he can mark out the boundaries of himself, by walking them, in unspoken pain again, somewhere he can be alone among the pieces of his mind without being alone. So he goes to Nathan, and he knocks.]



[Private separately to Ben, Touko, Riddick, Zane, and Sylvanas, a few hours after, around midmorning]

Do you require anything?

[Which means, are you alright? Checking in on everyone he knows has a history or particular fear of mind control, excepting Arthas, who was publically disgruntled but otherwise fine, and Alpha, who Marsh still hasn't really forgiven, and probably never will.]



[Spam for Iris]

[Later, he finds the sticky note. That evening, in neat, tiny inked handwriting, he replies on the back with a verse from a lullaby.]

I

Sing to us, cedars; the twilight is creeping
With shadowy garments, the wilderness through;
All day we have carolled, and now would be sleeping,
So echo the anthems we warbled to you;
While we swing, swing,
And your branches sing,
And we drowse to your dreamy whispering.

[The adhesive is faded and on the wrong side anyway; he leaves it on the floor just outside her door.]

Comments

[Private]

[forsaken_queen]

[What? Why are you contacting her? Wasn't she disagreable enough the last time they'd spoken?]

Nothing you're likely to give me.

[private]

[routemistress]

Love you, Spiny. I'm sorry about earlier.

Want to come exploring, now she's got 'erself back under control?

Private

[with_my_teacup]

I'm a'ight. Thanks for the waistcoat. Haven't had a chance to wear it yet.

[deadly_ned]

Is there?

Who else is making pie?

Private

[onlysurvivor]

I will. I need to be with Mare and talk to Sazed.

Marsh, I want--

You need to let go of the guilt.

[a long pause]

I'll come back. I don't know when but I will.

[ Private ]

[warisart]

[It confuses him, to say the least. Save when he helped Riddick, Ben has never interacted with Marsh directly to his awareness, which is admittedly flawed at best. He is... unsettling.

So he's confused by this, and it shows.]

Sir?

private

[inhell]

Um, thanks.

I wanted to say sorry.

[private]

[persecutioncomplex]

Why? [She knows he's left her food before, packages she eats that day before they go bad, but there can't be any need now. Not unless something's happened that she has to know about.]

[spam]

[neuropathy]

[ It's been kind of ... a week, which is saying something when it's also been relatively quiet; in this state there are some people Nathan wouldn't open the door for. Such are the perks of frosted glass.

Marsh is not one of those people, though, so he makes one of those comfortable 'come in' (or "c'min," because Nathan) gestures with his head as soon as he and cracks open the entrance to the hallway. ]

Hey. You wanna sit down?

[ It's not always easy to tell Marsh's mental state; Nathan just knows that burst of effusive confetti rung his own mind out like a rag in a vice. ]