pc catchall for carlos (tricycles)

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w0, sunday

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[Well. After everything happening So Much, Beck is almost immediately heading in the direction of the lounge. Walking fast, faces passed and she’s booze bound—

Of course, she’s a little bit distracted by that recent experience, so when she passes by Carlos in the hall, she’s... nearly walking right into him, only stopping herself at the last moment with a little noise of surprise.]

Jesus - sorry. I should, uh, look where I’m going, I guess.

[Even as she tries to play it off, there’s something in her voice and body language that seems shaken.]

[tricycles]

[gosh!! wonder what could have happened to leave beck like this--

No harm done, though. Carlos waves her off.]

No, no. It's fine. [But, ah... Well. It's hard to miss the fact that she's not quite okay. He's been around enough survivors that this comes as second nature to him.] It's, uh... Guinevere Beck, right? Is everything alright?

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Um... You can just call me Beck, actually.

[She looks behind her for a moment, before looking back to him. She seems to hesitate for a few seconds before speaking.]

It's just... You know those locked rooms on the first floor?

w0, wednesday.

[tricycles]

[HELLO, BECK. Let's say they bump into each other on their way back to the room. Carlos looks a little paler than usual today, but that's probably due to the nausea that seems to be plaguing everyone.

Either way—]

Tell me you had a better day today.

[The event was not a fun time for anyone, no.]

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[She offers him a smile, at least, even if it’s small.]

Depends on yours, but... Seems like it was rough for everyone. [Bad.] What’d you get stuck doing?

[tricycles]

[Smiling back! Weary solidarity...]

Found out why the panthouse is written with an a. [He sounds so, so tired.] You?

w1, saturday.

[tricycles]

[eli you already know about the hospital i'm not going to describe it again!!

but, yeah-- next time beck walks through a door, she'll find herself in the same hospital where she met up with carlos the last time. the beeping is still there, too, but carlos is waiting right outside the room this time. he lifts up a hand in greeting once he spots her.]

Hey, Beck. [he seems a little... muted, but it's fine.] What's up?

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[She had a few questions, but when she notices the way he seems...]

I wanted to see how you are, first of all.

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Me?

[Well. It's a nice thought and all, but he's raising his eyebrows, genuinely baffled. What he follows up with might, in a way, answer her question though...]

I'm the one who should be worried about you. After all, you... [...] I saw the trial from the other side. I know what you guys had to do.

[Monika. :(]

w1, sunday???

[tricycles]

[YOU KNOW THE DRILL... He's waiting for her inside of the room this time, sitting on one of the two beds in the room. Specifically, the one that doesn't have the active heart monitor next to it.]

... Hey. [Smiling, though it's a bit humorlessly.] It's been one hell of a day, huh?

[Everything happened so fucking much!!!]

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...Yeah, you can say that again.

[But!]

I had a question.

[tricycles]

Alright, let's hear it.

week two, saturday.

[tricycles]

[Once again, Beck will be brought to the hospital. Carlos will be waiting for her in the hallway, glaring at the floor like he's trying to burn a hole into it. His expression will smoothen out once he notices she's arrived, but... not by much. He's still visibly upset.]

Long time no see.

[Yeah. He's not even trying here.]

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...Hi.

[She pauses.]

I don't really - want to talk about what happened too much? If that's okay. I had another question.

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[He nods.]

That's okay.

[Today sucked and Beck is valid.]

What's your question?

week three, thursday.

[tricycles]

[IN A TIME AND IN A PLACE WHERE BECK STILL HAS TWO EYES-- Carlos is just going to pull her into the hospital again. Hewwo.]

Welcome back, Beck.

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Hey.

[After that greeting:]

I found someone to, um... do that favor you asked me.

week three, saturday.

[tricycles]

[HEWWO, BECK. Carlos isn't even going to pull her to the hospital once he gets the request post-trial. He's just showing up wherever the heck she is, looking high key concerned.]

Beck— I saw what happened. [H-HALBERD-CHAN...] How are you feeling?

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[It's a surprise that she isn't being taken into the hospital, but - she raises her hand in greeting when she sees him anyways.]

...Better than I was. Dick gave me some of the painkillers he had in his first aid kit, so - it hurts less, at least.

week five, monday.

[tricycles]

[She'll be pulled to the hospital shortly after sending her audience request! Carlos will be waiting for in the hallway... apparently not immune to this week's status effect.]

Got your request. What's up?

[uncurtained]

[This time when she comes to see him, she actually looks happy - which is a feat, given the ears and tail that she's fervently ignoring.]

I figured out what the picture meant. And - I found her. Zero, I mean.

week five, wednesday.

[tricycles]

[Beck is getting yeeted to the hospital the next time she walks through a door. Carlos is waiting for her in the hallway, as usual.]

Welcome back, Beck. What's up?

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[She's still moving fairly stiffly when she wanders in sometime in the evening, but she raises a hand in greeting.]

I wanted to see if I could get a task for something. I know I still have the eye one going, but...

week six, tuesday......... whispers i'm so sorry

[tricycles]

[Welcome back to the hospital, Beck! She'll find herself transported to Carlos' "office" the next time she walks through a door, but... Carlos isn't in the hallway to greet her. Hm.

The retching she'll hear coming from the direction of the customary hospital room might explain that, though.]

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—Oh my god.

[Those are her first words as she hears that noise and realizes what it means. Then she's rushing into the room he's in, looking incredibly concerned.]

Carlos...?