Who: Marco and Kiley When: Morning Where: Art room
Marco had hardly been out of Oliver's room in over a week, but he was starting to feel a little better about himself, Even if he knew he wasn't completely right yet. It at least meant that he was starting to feel a little better about leaving Oliver's room, and while he still couldn't go downstairs and pass that elevator that lead to the secret underground jail cells, he could go upstairs.
The night before should have been a setback, he realized. Someone had written on Juno's door, which was familiar, and between her bad evening and Oliver's bad morning, his friends' emotions should have worn him out and left him uncomfortable, but he was pretty sure he handled both of their unfortunate stories pretty well, and it just made him think back to what he had been talking about with Erran, about making it up to people for taking care of him when he wasn't well. If he could handle being around people when they were emotional, then he could start repaying them.
There was still the issue of how to repay them, though, and his solution came to him as he swirled the water around his water bottle. Once upon a time his brother had made him something called a calm down jar, which was basically just water, glue, and glitter inside of a water bottle, that you could swirl around and watch the glitter swirl, and it was oddly calming. And it had been, until one particularly bad day when he'd chucked the bottle at his mother's head and she'd made him throw it out. But the idea had been nice, and there wasn't much more he could do for his friends, all of which were having their own difficult times.
So, with his arms full of mostly-full water bottles, Marco crept up to the fourth floor, feeling more uncomfortable with each step, but needing to get to the craft room. He stopped in the fourth floor hallway, staring at the big metal man in the doorway and shuddering. He narrowed his eyes and watched it for a moment, eventually just passing it off as a hallucination. A weird one, but when he'd already been hearing things that morning, it wasn't a stretch. He watched it suspiciously even as he continued down the hall, then scurried into the art room, where he dropped the water bottles on the table and collected all the Elmer's glue and glitter that he could find, and got to work.