the stuffy uk coalition

[throwabookatit]

just let them live in the library

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WEEK 2

[throwabookatit]

Thursday, during Capture the Flag

[throwabookatit]

[ Literally everyone is off trying to dunk Han in the water. Which, honestly, does sound like a good cause, but it's so... Everyone's being so childish that Rebecca really can't watch for long, much less participate.

At the very least, Viral will need some protein, won't he? She's taken it upon herself to make sure he receives a proper diet, after all. So, it's to lunch she goes, to access food storage. Honestly, it's a godsend that she's gotten access to that; cooking is such a good way to take her mind off...everything.

Really, she doesn't expect to see anyone hanging around the cafeteria, with how much everyone's enthused about that stupid capture the flag, but-- well. She hasn't really spoken to Waver, yet, so. ]

Not interested in the frivolities either?

[devotingly]

[ ever since the event was announced, waver had taken it upon himself to hide away like a hermit crab. the last thing he wanted was a misguided water balloon or nerf bullet. or whatever other thing these people could come up with.

but even hermit crabs need to eat, and that's why waver was in the cafeteria at the moment, trying to get some lunch but-- he's not alone?

when rebecca speaks to him, he sighs, shaking his head. ]

It's way too childish. They ask us to murder on Tuesday and by Thursday it seems like everyone's already forgotten about it!

[throwabookatit]

They really all taking this too lightly. Honestly, what do they think they're accomplishing?

[ You know... ]

I...haven't really seen you, outside the meeting so far. Have you been eating properly?

[devotingly]

Akira told me that it's better to "enjoy" this than to frown and suffer about it. Isn't that stupid? What's there to enjoy about this?

[ that said, rebecca's question does throw him for a loop. he blinks a couple times before shrugging ]

I've been eating the mediocre food this place gives out. I just don't...really like to be outside my room for long.

[throwabookatit]

Absolutely nothing, honestly... [ She sighs, but then fixes him with a concerned look. ] I can understand that...but really, I don't think anyone should be shutting themself away- at least not without a proper meal.

[devotingly]

I mean... I'm not exactly a cook like Shirou. If I was then I'd just cook for myself.

[ no rebecca, he doesn't understand the concerned look ]

[throwabookatit]

Yes, but... Shirou's not the only one who's gotten permission to access food storage.

[ Just. Gently raising her eyebrows. ]

If you'd like something with a little more...personal touch, I wouldn't mind, you know.

[devotingly]

I-- you would do that?

[ well that...actually surprises waver. he's not used to others wanting to do things for him...besides the old couple he hypnotized.

but he can't let that show for too long. he shrugs, trying to seem as aloof as possible. ]

Well, it's not like I really care either way...

WEEK 4

[throwabookatit]

[devotingly]

[ waver doesn't know what to tell rebecca. part of him feels bad because she lost someone close to her, but another part still feels very resentful because she was so willing to throw alexander under the bus...

but she has alcohol and, for once in his life, waver is willing to have some. after him and his boyfriend almost being killed...he feels like he deserves it.

so he'll gravitate towards her, trying to make his expression unreadable ]

You...still have some of what you're drinking?

[throwabookatit]

[ Waver's approach draws out something clear from Rebecca: a flash of guilt.

She covers it, or...tries to, well enough, but nods in response. ]

It's...Scotch whiskey. Do you...do you like that?

[devotingly]

No. Alcohol tastes awful. Even the smell is terrible.

[ but he's obviously not telling her to put it away. there's so much on his mind, so many emotions that his chest feels like it's about to burst... ]

But...maybe it'll help. After all of that today.

[throwabookatit]

[ ... ]

Sit for a spell?

[ She'll pour him a glass. ]

[devotingly]

[ waver thinks about it for a second, before nodding ]

Ah, bloody hell, why not.

[ he sits down, staring at the glass ]

[throwabookatit]

[ A few moments of pause. ]

Waver, I... I don't think an apology would be at all enough, but... I'm sorry.

[devotingly]

...It isn’t.

[ waver has to be honest with her. he felt angry that she would accuse someone that he cared about so much. however— ]

But it’s not like I’m gonna be angry at you forever ‘cause of that. Alex isn’t angry at you or anyone, but that’s mostly because he thinks his death isn’t permanent to us or whatever. If I had been stuck in your position...I would’ve probably done the same. [ a scoff ] Well, you already saw what I did, right?

WEEK 6

[throwabookatit]

[devotingly]

Hey.

[ visiting starbucks after connor's death feels strange for waver. just a day ago, he had been sitting on a table, drinking a tea that connor had brewed him.

now the only person that's there is rebecca-- connor would never be here again. ]

[throwabookatit]

[ It's her usual place. Morning tea, evening chats with Hank. Now...this feels hollow. Everything's starting to feel hollow. ]

...Hello, Waver.

[ She wonders idly if he'd ever touched the food she left out for him. She wonders idly... ]

[devotingly]

[ he did not. ]

...I'm...sorry about Connor.

[ it sounds strange, considering everything that he said on saturday, but...he does mean it. ]

How are you doing?

[throwabookatit]

[ For a moment, it looks as if she's going to say something sharp, with her brow furrowed and her hand wrapped tight around her tea cup.

But then it just gives way to grief, her head bowed. ]

Miserably. Which I'm sure isn't too much of a surprise.

[devotingly]

Yeah.

[ he begins to heat water, meaning to prepare himself some tea. ]

I wonder...who did that to him...

[throwabookatit]

That robot there. It had to have been ordered by someone. I refuse to believe it was malfunctioning.

[ Now the fire does linger under her words. ]

Someone... Someone killed him. Someone did that to him.

[devotingly]

Someone must’ve hacked Connor, too. If not... I don’t think he would have gotten hurt like that.

[ waver clicks his tongue, but continues paying attention to his tea. ]

I just... wonder why? After all, this attack had to come from above. But why?