Erran Serfaty (yahey) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2016-12-09 00:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 060, erran, marco |
Who: Erran and Marco
When: Morning
Where: Erran's room
August had been doing better, and in Erran's opinion he didn't need round-the-clock monitoring now, just frequent but brief check-ins throughout the day to make sure he was still doing all right. They needed to sit down at some point to actually talk a bit about his psychiatric history, if nothing else, but Erran didn't want to rush the guy into anything. Meanwhile, letting Gemma out of his sight was scary, like some kind of reverse Orpheus-and-Eurydice thing: don't turn your back on her or she'll disappear again, it's a game They're playing, it could happen any second. But that was being overdramatic; she hadn't disappeared overnight, and there hadn't been any other changes to the house from what Erran could see as he checked the halls early that morning. Cecilia had probably made her rounds already, and everything still seemed...well, not normal, because that was a weird word to use at Zenith, but unchanged from yesterday.
He'd fallen asleep in Gemma's room, but gone back to his own for his morning routine. Nothing from Them on the network was always good news. After messaging Marco he stopped by the window to look out at the snow. Almost nothing was visible outside, a softly luminous whiteness that was constantly moving and shifting as the snow fell, and the sound of it hitting the screens was hypnotic. If they'd been anywhere else, Erran would have just thought it was cool and maybe worried about how his patients were getting by on the roads, but at Zenith he had to wonder how far the supervillains in charge were planning to push it. Hopefully their weather machine was better tuned-up now than it had been on the island.