Death Reversed [semi-open]

[livingdeadgirl]

Who: Ami, Ben Hargreeves, otherwise open
What: Uncannily accurate tarot readings (there is no other kind)
Where: The park
When: Early September - thread with Ben takes place a few days before the open version, as Ami will need some time to process things.
Warnings: None currently
Format: Prefer brackets but prose is fine too!

Ami is in the park.

This, in itself, is not unusual. Apart from when it was overrun by mushrooms, she's been through the park a lot, especially in the evenings. It's the best place to look at that distant, unfamiliar sky. The openest place in the colony, where you can really feel like you're outdoors, and not... what's the word...

baseconfined.

But today, she brought along her backpack. And from inside it, she produces a box of tarot cards. These are nice cards, too. The backs are deep black with an almost velvety feel, and an intricate design in metallic silver ink.

She's found a nice, flat area to sit, and she's laid down a placemat she found somewhere so the cards won't get dirty. And with that, she begins shuffling the deck...


[ OOC NOTE: If you'd like Ami to do a tarot reading for your character, let me know whether you want it A) uncannily accurate or B) just random cards. If A, please hmu on Plurk or Discord (Kae#6067) to hash out the details! ]

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[benhargreeves]

[ Ben is torn between feeling intensely concerned (and, indeed, curious) about what the hell is going on with Ami, and not wanting to pry into things that aren't his business. It would be different, if she were one of his siblings, or even if she were another adult. But she's, like, a kid. It seems wrong to badger her to explain what the hell is going on, any more than he already has.

So he just waits for her answer, watching how she picks up that Death card like she's seeing it for the first time. She says something about resisting a change, and despite her distraction and alarm, she is speaking coherently, breathing okay. Not a seizure probably? God, he has no idea. He just wishes he could help

When she shoves the rest of the cards away and says, in that urgent frightened way, that she wants to go to the infirmary, he gives a quick nod and gets to his feet, offering her a hand up. ]

Okay. Let's go.

[ He'll stick with her as long as she wants him to, even if all he can really do is hover and ask questions and worry. Those are three things that Ben Hargreeves is very good at. ]

[livingdeadgirl]

[ Distractedly, Ami picks up her card box in one hand and takes Ben's hand with the other, letting him pull her up. But she doesn't let go of it as they walk, squeezing his hand as if she's afraid she'll blow away without it. It anchors her to the present, a little, gives her something to focus on other than the torrent of bizarre images and concepts racing through her head.

They won't find anything wrong with her medically, once they reach the Medbay, but it doesn't help that she struggles to articulate her "symptoms." Flashbacks? Intrusive thoughts? Hallucinations? It's like all of those, and yet not quite any of them.

In the end, there's really nothing she can do other than sleep it off. The images need time to put themselves in order, to congeal into proper memories. That's all.

She'll see him the next day at dinner, and be able to tell him she's okay, but as to what it actually was? "Maybe another time." ]