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[ The roster message had pinged off of the terminal in Amos's crew quarters, his communicator still refusing to work, and he'd spent some time reading through it, trying to make heads and tails of it, not really getting anywhere with his ideas, with his thoughts.

There was only one person to help him in moments like these.

He finds Naomi after a relatively short search, deciding to go all the way up to the observation deck and work his way down rather than the other way around. The obs deck is where he finds her, looking out one of the windows like her will alone could make them start moving. Amos would guess that of everyone on Reverie, she'd be the one to manage.

He walks over, leans close. ]

Hey. You look at that roster thing?

[ after gathering what he assumes he might need for magboots (there's a lot of guesswork involved), he ends up at her door with a load of scraps in his arms, max as ever flanking his side. he has his black hoodie on, hood drawn over fresh bruising mottling his face, but his expression seems lighter than usual. all his dreams are coming true. ]

Naomi? I was hoping I could talk to you about something. Is now ( the slightest hesitation ) a good time?

( after he's kissed amos, after he's run off to hide in his room, after he's done crying about how he's failed mei, prax thinks back to the expression on amos' face, and worries.

which is why he's reaching out to naomi; she knows amos. they were close, before naomi revealed what she'd done, weren't they? and amos doesn't know, here. so: )

hi

[ Amos doesn't know who to speak to. He doesn't know who to turn to, right now, when all he wants is to feel numb all over again, to forget about feeling anything. What's the point? It only hurts anyway.

He goes to the one person he can think of. The one person he trusts with this, with this lost feeling in his chest that he can't quite pinpoint. In his mind's eye, he keeps on seeing Prax looking back at him, like he is a monster. Someone to fear, more than anything else.

He walks to Naomi's room, and steps in without asking for permission. And then he crosses the small room to her bed, sits down, and looks straight down at the floor between his knees, eyes unfocused. ]

I can't stop making the wrong decisions.

[ He walks around in a daze, his head throbbing, as he looks for Naomi. He could message her, he knows, but he doesn't know what he'd say and he needed the time to think.

Or well. Pace.

Thinking was hard, and kept looping back over and over the same damn thing. When he finally spotted her, he let out a relieved sigh. ]

Uh - hey, Naomi, can we uh - can we talk for a minute?

hey
have you seen alex around?

Naomi?

Where are you?

> observation deck

action; MAGBOOTS FOR DOGS!!!!!!

voice » un: botanist

un: botanist

action

during the music event

un: gunny

un: rocipilot, voice;