November catchall

[tuskenlancer]

Who: CT and you!
What: Hanging around, trying to recall her lost memories...or maybe just enjoying life without them
When: Early to mid November
Where: Enso
Warnings: None!

CT followed a ghost off a cliff last month, with a result that honestly shouldn't surprise anyone. The gap in her memory became apparent pretty quickly, but although she knows she's missing a lot, try as she might, she hasn't even been able to remember so much as a second of it.

On the one hand, that sucks. She hates not knowing what had happened to her, hates how cryptic Wash has been about the whole thing, hates the fact that she can't even remember the man who urged her to her willing death. Helplessness has never sat well with her, but in this case, there doesn't seem much that she can do.

On the other hand, she's living without the burden of a lot of pain and horror and loss that's been weighing on her for months. Rather than mooning over her absent fiance and dreaming of the day she'll get back to him, she's actually enjoying life on the islands. It is, after all, the first real home she can remember having. Intermittent horrors and punishments for dying aside, it's actually pretty nice here. She lives with her friends on a tropical island, she has no worries and no responsibilities beyond figuring out what to eat and how to get Wash to wear actual clothes rather than his armor once in a while, and whenever she's able to forget that gaping hole in her memory, she's actually pretty content.

The recent renovations to the huts and cottages mean that she's no longer working just to get the roof patched up and the floor resembling, well, a floor. But that doesn't mean there's nothing to do. Today, she's hanging around the cottage that she shares with Carolina and Wash, opening the windows, occasionally sweeping out dust, and going in and out of the door, occasionally picking a few wildflowers in the grass outside to take back inside.

God help you, Freelancers, your roommate's being domestic.

(Feel free to use the prompt or your own, or hit me up for a closed starter!)

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closed to wash

[tuskenlancer]

[ She may still be frustrated that Wash had been so resistant to tell her anything about Thedas or the time she'd forgotten, but he had tried to save her life. And even if he hadn't, he's still her best friend, and she cares about him.

She can only assume that his nightmares aren't as bad now as they had been when Epsilon was first implanted. They're not every night. He doesn't always wake up screaming. But they're still bad, and every time she jerks awake in the darkness to realize that Wash moaning in his sleep had woken her makes her feel helpless and guilty and scared.

Which is why she and Wash had been training Amitusha to help. The young tigerlily, growing bigger every day, can offer a kind of comfort and stability that CT just can't, and she's hardy enough that even if Wash lashes out in his sleep, he won't hurt her.

She sits up in bed, again, not knowing at first what had awoken her, then realizing that Amitusha isn't in one of her usual places at the foot of her bed or on the floor. Slipping quietly out of bed, she makes her way to Wash's room, peering in and calling quietly as her eyes adjust to the dark. ]

Amitusha?

...Wash?

closed to chocobro cottage

[tuskenlancer]

[ Thankfully, she hasn't forgotten everything. CT may not have a ton of friends here, but honestly, that just makes checking in on the ones she has and still remembers even more important.

Her latest venture into cooking - a soup simmered over the fire - had turned out to be both a) pleasantly better than expected, and b) way too much for her, Wash, and Carolina to finish. Knowing that it won't go to waste when Gladio's around, CT packs up the leftovers and makes her way over to the other islet, slowing only when she approaches the cottage, Amitusha at her heels. She glances around the deserted exterior, then knocks on the door, accidentally pushing it slightly more ajar in the process. ]

Oh - uh - hello?

[ Well, it was open. She sticks her head in, peering inside. ]

[uptightness]

[She hates things that are out of her control. Always has. No doubt Doctor Grey would have a field day psychoanalyzing her. Thankfully Carolina has never let her close enough to do so, and she isn't here to follow through with it. She has always seemed far too happy, and not exactly in a good way, but she can say that the doctor had gotten people to talk that even Carolina hadn't been able to.

She'd done her morning routine - waking up far too early for most people, putting herself through that vigorous morning workout to chase away all those what ifs that nip at her until her muscles scream and she's all but ready to take a seat and never get up. She always does though and this morning is no different as she returns, stretching out her calves.

There is still veins of annoyance and frustration in her, that she couldn't do more, that she had failed... She knows that she would have been a mess herself, had she seen- but she hadn't. Brushing her palms against her sweats, she enters back in to the place called home (although home is a concept that she hasn't really had), glancing around. It isn't hard to spot CT, although what she is doing is what catches her attention. Surprise, but as Carolina stops to think about it, maybe she needs a distraction.]

... need a hand?

[She is someone who tends to keep things neat and tidy, although it's more an after thought than anything else, really.]

[tokenflavortownie]

[There wasn't a day gone by that Pyrrha wasn't thinking about the incident. Whatever it was, whatever the islands had done to CT - because that's absolutely the cause, the stupid islands, it's never anything else. The sight of her unconscious body barely keeping above water was something that would be burned into the young pirate's mind for some time to come.

But, she had to admit, CT would be in safe hands with the rest of the Freelancers. Hopefully, she would recover easily. Until she could actually go and check on her, Pyrrha had no idea what to expect... or what was really happening.

Today is finally the day though, the day that a certain redhead comes around the cottage she's fairly certain belongs to the woman she's looking for. Won't be too hard, will it? Just have to poke around enough. Politely.]

Hello? CT? Washington?