hi can you go to the enclosure and see if somebody’s in there? sephiroth is here in my room injured and said he left someone there at the bottom of a well
They've both been busy ever since the Barge touched down and the Admiral issued the lists. Alec, who needs something to keep him busy always anyway, is all too happy to help fetch things back to the ship as fast as he can find them, but he doesn't stick to just the lists - and he keeps track of whoever he can from the ship, as well. Lark in particular, although that's easy enough when they automatically keep tabs on one another regardless.
For instance, he knows they're both in Etin during the timeframe he's opted to go out by himself rather than accompanying Norton or Jacobi; he works best by himself and he has no question about his ability to collect supplies more efficiently without another Barge passenger to mind while he does. He even knows he could get out of this particular corner if it came right down to it, but what the past few years have taught him is he doesn't always have to take that risk.
So he uses his communicator to reach out to Lark when he's exhausted his easy options: "Any chance you're not busy right this second?"
"Not right this second." He's just finished meeting with Sweeney, just finished his list and he's planning to take on another after he's allowed himself to check supply routes. Which is why he assumes Alec is calling with a task in mind. "What do you need?"
I’m going to find Trevor and take him to Zero. Two more reports have popped up on the network just in the last day, and we need time to get ahead of this dumbass before he hurts anyone else.
Talk to him later if you want, but enough is enough.
[Zero is little more than a naughty stair in Lark's opinion. He'd used his time there to refine plans that led to some serious destruction and he's not keen to let anyone else do the same.
But he has four hundred items on his To Do list, and arguing the merits of a cage with Zack isn't on it, especially when he has no better solutions for keeping Trevor Belmont in one place.]
[Week 1 of having a sidekick wolf and Trevor isn't....not liking it. He mostly just does as he always does; bother Adrian, bother Hunter and Rags and Taylor, cook food, eat food, sleep. In between at least he has Lucy, his new puppy, who seems determined to get Trevor out of his tired, sad funks sometimes. She's already gained five pounds and he's insistent on carrying her everywhere in a sling, even when she wriggles and whines about it.
He doesn't stay up on deck anymore, though. That greenhouse explosion has him wary that the whole ship's about to implode. Hence, Lucy is currently bound up to his back as he works in the library, the door shut in one of the reading rooms, pasting together another book he recognized and adopted into the Family Pile.]
[He's groggy for a moment. Then, abruptly, he sits up in excitement.]
Yes. Two reasons.
Originally it was for John. He needed to have room to hear what Iris, Warren and I had to say and to think about it without her influence.
Then she threatened me. I told her to find another way to ask, or to offer a compromise. And now you are that other way. You getting involved means she can see that someone else can help her. So I have no reason now to keep them apart.
[The pairing announcements come during dinner shift, and Trevor and Lark are subsequently on duty. Trevor finds it's easier not to get drawn into the same tired conversations when he has his hands busy, so he gets to work feeding some of the ship.
He comes back to the kitchen with an empty stew pot, only to glance at a small file of papers that definitely wasn't there when he walked out. He tilts his head; it has his name on it, so clearly it must be addressed to him, right?
He sets the pot on one of the burners and picks up the file, walking closer to Lark as he opens it to read]
[This comes after a lot of starts and stops. After a thousand and one tries.]
You don't have to read this.
You don't even have to open this. Delete it if you want. I might not ever know.
I don't really know what to say, but leaving it unsaid isn't an option. This is fucking hard as it is. But I've been unfair to you. Out of my own jealousy, I didn't see how deep your loyalty went.
I've found Alec in the fourth floor common room. He doesn't seem to be hurt but he's not moving and not responding to his name. If you're alive and conscious, your help would be very appreciated.
[So Trevor's not wholly certain when Lark said 'nightly check in' if that meant in person or not. Better safe than sorry; he comes back the first night bearing his first attempt at making dinner all on his own.
It's potatoes and roast chicken and it smells fucking heavenly to him, so fuck everyone who said it was overcooked and dry. This is how everyone gets sick from undercooked meat.
He's bleeding again because he decided to vault over the dinner line in hot pursuit of Daniel and got punched by Sweeney for his efforts but that's mostly been stymied.]
[He had been sure he wasn't hungry, but then he smells that chicken and he hears Trevor's footsteps and he goes out into the hall to greet him. Right now, for Alec, he can't let anyone into the cabin anyway.
He manages to flip him off. A quick, curious look.]
B is helping Archer make and deliver food, and Lark seems like somebody who could stand a little hot soup and warm bread. Given some of the network conversations that have been going on lately. Hell, probably so could Alec.
So he's got a triple serving of chicken noodle soup in a big bowl with a lid on top balanced on one hand, several slices of lightly toasted bread wrapped in a towel on top of that, when he knocks on Lark's door. He dredges up a little smile, holding up both, when the door opens. "Delivery service."
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