[Okay, so that was kind of embarrassing... A long time has passed since he's needed help getting a door open. But even now that he's been granted freedom, navigating the hallways is definitely not a piece of cake by any means. He thinks he's got it, though; including the bump on the side of his head. And so it is that Asbel makes his way gracelessly down the dim corridor - oftentimes met with even more obstructions and even more locked doors. ...Dammit.]
[With the network out, he's forced to make housecalls, and yes, he'll be doing that effective immediately, regardless of the hour. Maybe he's thunking into your apartment door. Maybe he floats past in the hallway. Maybe he slams inelegantly right into you and you both go spinning in opposite directions. This is all in the name of duty and friendship, guys.]
[B - November 16 | Locked to Pascal.]
[Man, this place is out to get him. Asbel drags himself to his feet with a groan, the gravity having just been restored moments before. And that's fine, it means he can use his legs now, means he can defend himself if need be and better control his movements, but--what next? As he hurries on to look for the rest of his companions and to make sure everyone's all right, Asbel comes upon a familiar mess of red and white hair.]
Pascal, there you are! Are you okay?
[C - November 17-19 | OPEN!]
[Asbel can understand their frustrations, can understand that people want change. But right now, this mutiny seems like an awful idea. People are getting hurt, people are getting angry and scared and irritable. This isn't how it's supposed to be - they're all supposed to be working together. As a team.]
[Even so, he can't fault the mutineers completely. They really have been kept in the dark about a lot of things, and it would be in everyone's best interest to know the truth and all of the facts. And so Asbel does what he's in a position to do - help. Help and look for other like-minded individuals to join up with. They need to keep everyone as calm as possible and to make sure fights don't break out. Asbel can be found wherever the partially-lit maze will allow. He'll offer to deliver messages, food, and other items.]
[By the third or fourth day he could definitely use some coffee. Maybe it's leaning against the wall of the kitchen, maybe it's at an unoccupied table, maybe it's outside Sophie's door. Maybe you're a kind friend who has offered him a shoulder. Whatever the case, at the end of all this, Asbel's about ready to crash - or maybe he's already passed out.]
[D - November 17(?!) | OPEN!]
Draw! [Asbel stands off to the side, his left palm turned upwards and his fingers splayed. His hand appears to be bleeding, but instead of looking for something to bind the wound up with, he draws Excalibur, then resheathes the sword with a swift flick. Draw, sheathe, draw, sheathe, draw...]
Throughout Event; starts off in East Wing
[Okay, so that was kind of embarrassing... A long time has passed since he's needed help getting a door open. But even now that he's been granted freedom, navigating the hallways is definitely not a piece of cake by any means. He thinks he's got it, though; including the bump on the side of his head. And so it is that Asbel makes his way gracelessly down the dim corridor - oftentimes met with even more obstructions and even more locked doors. ...Dammit.]
[With the network out, he's forced to make housecalls, and yes, he'll be doing that effective immediately, regardless of the hour. Maybe he's thunking into your apartment door. Maybe he floats past in the hallway. Maybe he slams inelegantly right into you and you both go spinning in opposite directions. This is all in the name of duty and friendship, guys.]
[B - November 16 | Locked to Pascal.]
[Man, this place is out to get him. Asbel drags himself to his feet with a groan, the gravity having just been restored moments before. And that's fine, it means he can use his legs now, means he can defend himself if need be and better control his movements, but--what next? As he hurries on to look for the rest of his companions and to make sure everyone's all right, Asbel comes upon a familiar mess of red and white hair.]
Pascal, there you are! Are you okay?
[C - November 17-19 | OPEN!]
[Asbel can understand their frustrations, can understand that people want change. But right now, this mutiny seems like an awful idea. People are getting hurt, people are getting angry and scared and irritable. This isn't how it's supposed to be - they're all supposed to be working together. As a team.]
[Even so, he can't fault the mutineers completely. They really have been kept in the dark about a lot of things, and it would be in everyone's best interest to know the truth and all of the facts. And so Asbel does what he's in a position to do - help. Help and look for other like-minded individuals to join up with. They need to keep everyone as calm as possible and to make sure fights don't break out. Asbel can be found wherever the partially-lit maze will allow. He'll offer to deliver messages, food, and other items.]
[By the third or fourth day he could definitely use some coffee. Maybe it's leaning against the wall of the kitchen, maybe it's at an unoccupied table, maybe it's outside Sophie's door. Maybe you're a kind friend who has offered him a shoulder. Whatever the case, at the end of all this, Asbel's about ready to crash - or maybe he's already passed out.]
[D - November 17(?!) | OPEN!]
Draw! [Asbel stands off to the side, his left palm turned upwards and his fingers splayed. His hand appears to be bleeding, but instead of looking for something to bind the wound up with, he draws Excalibur, then resheathes the sword with a swift flick. Draw, sheathe, draw, sheathe, draw...]
[...It looks about as ridiculous as it sounds.]