The First Victim

[airlockedmods]

[It's been three days since PAL's hostile takeover of the mansion, but despite some mysterious happenings, it seems as if the Champions have been growing closer to one another than ever. But on Friday morning, there's an odd feeling in the air.

Investigate?]

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[goteachother]

[Queenie has spent the time everyone was investigating prepping mugs with coffee and tea, more than the whole of them could use but it gave her something to do. So she didn't need to actually leave the dining room, just poke her head into the kitchen to direct the doctoring of Nari's mug and then float it back out to her.

All of the mugs have a warming charm on them, too, so no matter how shell shocked anyone is their coffee will stay warm and drinkable and comforting for hours.]

Why don't you sit down? [And she sets the mug on the table, gently urging Nari towards one of the chairs and running her hand over her hair lightly, trying to be comforting.]

[everylittlesecret]

[She vaguely registers moving and sitting down at the table. The mug is clung to like a lifeline once she has it. But it's not hot enough. Queenie, sorry, but Nari is going to reheat the coffee with her abilities till it boils before she takes a sip.]

Thank you... Sorry. I didn't think... I hate this. I hate everything my dad has taught me right now. [It's not a blessing to her right now.]

[goteachother]

[And until she's okay speaking Queenie is just standing next to her, stroking her hair, letting her have some time.]

Shhhh, hey, it's gonna be okay. We'll figure all this out. I'm sorry sweetie.

I'm so sorry you had to- [She chokes on the words. If Nari can do it she has no right to tear up just talking about it.

She never thought she'd be glad not to have her powers.]

[everylittlesecret]

[Okay. Okay? Ok.. ay. No. That word doesn't sound right. Even with how soothing having her hair stroked is, Nari shakes her head.]

It won't be okay. Not anymore. Blue... Mikaela is dead. Someone is dead. One of us is dead. [Fuck this all.] Someone here is a traitor. Someone here killed her. Even when we find them and make them pay, nothing will be okay. But I'll do what I can, alright? I'll be fine.

[goteachother]

[Reassuring everyone else is the only thing that's keeping her from completely breaking down and hearing Nari deny it so fervently shakes her composure. The hand on her hair moves to her shoulder and Queenie is huggung her again, a little bit sideways and awkward but what else can she do?

Held close to her like that Nari can feel her breath hitch in her chest.]

I-It's okay... not being fine? Th-that's okay too, y'know.

[everylittlesecret]

Someone has to be fine.

[She has to be fine. At least one person has to hold themself up. Be that light in the dark even if they just want to wink out. The hug she returns is half-hearted.]

I promise I'll be fine.

[goteachother]

[She wants to argue. She wants to insist that everyone deserves a chance to break, that fighting everything down so she can be "fine" isn't healthy.

She knows Nari is similar enough to Tina that it's a pointless argument.]

Okay... [And she kisses her hair again because if she can't argue she can at least support her.]

[everylittlesecret]

[Something will make her break, rest assured, and it won't be pretty. Right now just isn't the time for it.]

Sorry. I'm... my mom has always told me I'm difficult to work with. Since I'm not like other girls who run and hide in their rooms to cry. I hate crying. It's a waste of energy and time for me.