Who: Marguerite and Percy What: Dealing with the after-effects of the rescue at the carnival. When: This afternoon Where: Their apartment Warnings: Mentions of death, everything else TBA?
The past few days had all blended together for Percy. Ever since people had begun to go missing, Percy had not slept much, if at all, simply because he was working on keeping a running list of those who were missing as well as coming up with a plan to go into the carnival and get them out. This whole situation played directly into Percy's strengths. He was a master of disguise and a mastermind at infiltration. As much as he had wanted to just rush in and get the people out, that was not the way things should go. It took time to properly plan such a production. But then Natasha had called for a meeting and on some level, Percy believed they had gone in a bit prematurely, but things had at least come out well. They had rescued everyone in the carnival, Dark was dead and gone, and the carnival had dispersed. Of course, he didn't like the fact that others that had been under Dark's control had escaped into the world, but what could they do? It would be nearly impossible to track down all of those people, and given they didn't even know who they were it would make it that much more difficult. And there was, of course, the greater threat of the Apocalypse still looming over them.
So really, it was no wonder why after returning the previous night that Percy had passed out once the adrenaline had subsided. He'd slept quite a long time, having needed the rest. After he'd woken up, the events of the previous night had started to set in. He hadn't taken the time to actually stop and think about what had been happening. Even when Marguerite had had a moment of doubt, he hadn't let her rest within it for very long, refocusing her on the task at hand. The last thing either of them needed was to suffer the effects of the carnival while they were trying to rescue people. As such things were setting in for him, he was realizing that all of those people had once been normal people corrupted by Dark. And some of them had died during the rescue attempt. Death was something Percy always knew was a risk in these things, but that didn't mean he liked it. It was difficult to stomach the fact that even in their twisted states, those people had been like them once.
After having some time to think through everything, he had more than an inkling that he should talk to Marguerite and work through things. He was more than certain that if he was bothered by some of the events of the previous night, Marguerite was perhaps bothered even moreso than he was. He'd made some tea and after pouring two cups, he carried them over to Marguerite, handing her one.
"How are you feeling?" He asked her. He doubt he needed to be more pointed with his question, that she would be able to understand his meaning and not deflect it. They both had come to prize being open and truthful with each other after the things they had been through together in their own world. And that hopefully was not going to be something that changed now.