[ OPEN ] Full of broken thoughts I cannot repair

[goddamngrenades]

Who| York, Delta, The people they meet
What| Recovering after the Silent Horizon
Where| Training Room, York's Quarters, York's Habitat, etc
When| Post Silent Horizon
Note| Poke me on plurk @thesouthernbelle if you want a specific prompt!
Warnings| Content warning for derealization, remembered gore, self harm (in a specifically marked thread), contemplating the nature of death, canon typical violence, drinking, depression, a short bout of trauma induced digital bigotry.


York

Quarters/Habitat

It's a mess. His head's never been the most orderly place but without that formerly forgiving cool wash of green helping him keep shit in order? It's even more chaotic. Old memories and ghosts tangle up in the most recent mission and he's not talking about it. He's out of medical, he's not on medication and it's finally sunk in that yes- that happened.

Delta did that to him.

Without a way to get around it he withdraws, spending only a short time ferrying food or clothes or whatever from his quarters to his habitat, setting up a small dummy program to tell anyone that comes knocking that he's either not in or not seeing anyone- (stubborn as most of them are it won't WORK but it's...something). If anyone hunts for him in the house, it's dark, door's locked, he's not answering. If they pick the lock? He's curled up on the sofa (bed's too damn soft sometimes), stubble grown out, bottle on the coffee table. One of many.


Training Room

After awhile he tries to get his head back on straight. Tries the whole activity thing in baby steps. Hand to hand, simple parkour platforming- no codes. No little hologram at his left talking to him, no locks. Just him getting used to the new aches and numb patches on his body, getting used to being the thing that drives. To avoiding projectiles without Delta's input. It's-

Well it's rough and he ends up on his ass a few times, but he's getting there.

Delta

Training Room

Delta has been, for the moment, banished from York's graces. As such he keeps his own company in a ten inch tall robotic body given to him by Nita for Valor's day. A most opportune gift. He occupies himself with crafting holographic mazes, puzzles, bits of code. Digital scenarios where he might have been able to fight off the thing that changed him. Where he could ignore her face. It is probably not the most wise, crafting a hologram of Allison, attempting to turn his back on her in any way. It is, in fact, impossible. Yet another failed scenario has him in something of a fugue state, staring at her. Staring at York.


Observation Deck

Like this he is small and limited in his processes by the power of this body- so it's perfect for being made to feel smaller still by lingering on the railing of the observation deck. Watching what it is they fight to protect, what it is York holds most dear. What they will never reach back home. He is quiet, contemplative, devoid of any of York's familiar fidgeting gestures.