[open] i'm high, broke, searching for symbols

[substances]

Who: Klaus Hargreeves; OTA
What: just a catch-all for some threads that don't fit in the intro log and an open prompt (might add more later)
When: month of July
Where: various
Warnings: definitely drug use or thoughts of drug use; anything else tba in the subject lines



👻 aspiring horticulturist

It had taken Klaus approximately four days to completely run out of the weed he'd had in his pocket when he came from Hadriel. But since he's not really the type to run rescue missions and doesn't have the technical know-how to fix computers, he's mostly been wandering around the city trying to figure out what he actually can do. Trying to keep his mind occupied now that he doesn't have pot to turn to, trying to keep his mind off the painkillers in his bag back in his room.

When he makes his way to the upper levels, he lifts the bottom of his shirt to hold it over his mouth and nose, because the air up here is awful, and he pokes around a little bit, determined to check out what's going on and get the hell out of here. At least, until he finds the horticultural area. There's a computer there, the screen cracked and flickering, but it seems to be at least a little bit functional. Klaus doesn't know computers, but he's been using a phone since he arrived in Hadriel and that's like a month and a half of experience, so he heads over to the terminal, tapping at buttons under the screen until he figures out which one scrolls through the files of what kind of plants are stored here.

When he hears a sound behind him, he turns halfway to the side, glancing over his shoulder.

"Oh hey, do you know anything about computers?"

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[substances]

[Klaus might be a little more jumpy but he immediately recognizes Drake's silhouette and the sound of his particular footfalls and the rhythm of his breathing. It's nice to be that familiar with someone, and he smiles just a little as the other man heads over to the bed.

Shifting his feet, he scoots over in the bed, but keeps his knees up and bites his lower lip. He's not having flashbacks, and that's something, but there are still ghosts here, though not as many as there had been at home, in Hadriel, and he knows that if any of them show up around him right now, he's gonna lose it.]

Yeah yeah yeah, sure sure. Come on in, welcome to my abode. And well, sometimes Ben's.

[A shrug of his narrow shoulders and he takes a tentative breath.]

So uh, how you holding up, champ?

[braveoff]

[ As soon as Klaus shifts over enough, Drake sits on the edge of the mattress and leans over to unlace his boots. Klaus sounds strained, hopefully his presence will help a bit with that. ]

Me? I've had worse. Not much worse, but... I'm hanging in there.

[ He doesn't sound quite as relaxed as usual. Not upset either, though, not yet. Just tired. Boots off, he turns to sit beside Klaus properly, leaning back against the wall and stretching his arm out invitingly. ]

C'mere. I make a decent pillow.

[substances]

[Klaus watches as the other man leans down to undo his laces, chewing idly at a fingernail, still curled in on himself, making his body as small as possible. When Drake slides further onto the bed, comments that he's hanging in there (not super believable), and puts his arm around Klaus, Klaus lets out a soft, anxious laugh completely devoid of humour.]

Oh right right, yeah, I mean, I've had worse too, I just hate this kind of thing. Darkness. Enclosed spaces. Ghosts. Just, all my favourite things in one place, you know?

[But Drake's arm is warm and heavy around his shoulders, and he shifts over a bit closer, leans his weight against the larger man, and rests his head on the space between his shoulder and chest. Knees still up, he at least stops chewing on his nail and lets his hand rest on Drake's chest, right over his heart so he can feel it beating under his hand.]

I mean, I knew that much. You make a great pillow.