[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.]
[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.
[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?
[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?
[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.]
[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?
[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.]
[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.]
w0, sunday
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.]
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w0, wednesday.
Either way—]
Tell me you had a better day today.
[The event was not a fun time for anyone, no.]
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w1, saturday.
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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w1, sunday???
... 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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week two, saturday.
Long time no see.
[Yeah. He's not even trying here.]
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week three, thursday.
Welcome back, Beck.
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week three, saturday.
Beck— I saw what happened. [H-HALBERD-CHAN...] How are you feeling?
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week five, monday.
Got your request. What's up?
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week five, wednesday.
Welcome back, Beck. What's up?
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week six, tuesday......... whispers i'm so sorry
The retching she'll hear coming from the direction of the customary hospital room might explain that, though.]
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