(closed) you can't hold me down

[bumbles]

Date & Time: Friday 18th October
Location: CLINIC
Characters: Donny Casey & Kirian Dawningsun dawningsun
Summary: ADMINISTRATIONNNNNN and organising and skittish medics and looming elves
Warnings: Donny standard fare of depression and anxiety, Kirian standard fare of being a jerk


( After a brief first encounter with Kirian, Donny had made the decision to always go to Ashraf when he had questions. Ashraf was nice - affable. He was friendly and even if he thought Atlas was someone completely different, he was Atlas' friend. Donny liked Ashraf, even with the guilt that came with lying to someone who considered you, or some version of you, a friend. It made talking to him worse and easier both at once.

Kirian was a little more... acerbic. And just generally alarming. He was also the person that Donny needed to bring all the information and ideas to, introduce inventory and supply organizers to so they can coordinate. Donny has probably spoken to him more in the last two weeks than he had in all the months they've worked together, and he has his areas that he's running, and taking calls and talking to people, but--

Kirian is still kind of alarming. So much for being better, and stronger. So much for being anything like Atlas, when he was still tensing up around a coworker. A superior, sure, but still a coworker. It's more broken glass to walk across, the realization that even with all this, pushing himself and trying so hard that he's still scared. Stupid. Stupid.

His magic is a new thing in the clinic, still. It had never been on display in the Transport clinic, but here he has been manipulating metal for create space for generators, create shelving and a proper desk and office space to maximise the potential of the space, doing lots of little things when there's not many people around because he doesn't want to deal with sleep and sometimes avoiding Max is easier than having the reminder of the things that he should be doing and how he needs to look after himself.

Now he stands in the clinic and is manipulating more metal from scrap that has been collected to make bigger, stronger bedframes for some of the base's non-human residents, in case of an emergency. Better to have it and not need it than having something too short for Galadriel or too fragile for Kang if they should get hurt. It wouldn't happen. He couldn't let it.

He looks a little more relaxed the longer he uses his magic, metal twisting and spiralling through the air. )

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[dawningsun]

[And when people left, you simply pick up the pieces that they left behind, and you move on. Kirian is no stranger to loss, though, even though he had very little good to say about Adrasteius, the space left behind by his vanishing is like a void.

"We do what we must to survive", Kirian's words, to a sister he hasn't seen in months, even before his arrival here. And he meant them as dearly as anything else. Whatever it took to keep living, halfway motivated by spite to keep moving forward. There was no time for mourning, and there never was. Not for his parents, for his friends, not even for the prince he had once believed in. That remained true even here, in this galaxy.

Perhaps he should be thankful for the chance to instill a bit more order in this place, but he is rarely one to focus on the positives of a thing. He is a realist, he thought, and that meant that he was aware that there was much work to be done, and less hands to do it.

He is walking about the cargo bay, files tucked under his right arm, leaning on the cane in his left. In truth, he is having more days where he doesn't need the cane, but it is something that has become such a part of himself that he can't think to leave it behind.

And, besides, you never knew when you might need a weapon, in his experience.

He stops as he passes...what was his name again? D...something. Don...Donny? He thinks for a moment, making a slight face as he does. He eyes the twisting metal with curiosity, and wariness. He steps closer, and gesturing with his cane to it, he speaks.]

What are you doing?