The basement of the Conrad is pretty simple and straight-forward in its layout, but even the basement has its odd corridors and nooks and cubby-hole rooms
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[OOC: Iiii'm going to handwave this to come before Des's trek with Martha, if that's okay. Des really insisted. My headvoices need to stop being difficult with timelines.]
Des has been systematically punching things ever since he heard about what happened to Ricky, which means his room isn't really fit to sit and mope in right now. Plus he's not really a mopey guy. He's a find-what's-hurting-my-friends-and-kill-it-with-fire sort of guy, but since he can't exactly do that, he'll settle for finding his friends.
He checks the unexpected hiding places first, because that's what he'd do if were her, and his luck somehow holds out when he discovers a storage closet apparently sobbing.
"Becks?" He says, pressing an ear against the door to hear better.
There's some sort of garbled response, which could be "come in", "I'm fine", or "go the fuck away and leave me alone", but she's crying too hard to really be coherent.
It's up to Des to decide what he thinks she means and act accordingly.
She's just not up to even opening the door just now.
Descant never assumes the worst when it comes to these things, so he's just going to open the door and face the consequences.
"I don't know what you said, but I'm not talking to a door," he says as soon as the door's open and he's started to step inside, praying she doesn't have access to something to throw at him if 'go the fuck away' was what she said.
There's nothing in there to throw at him, but she wouldn't anyway. Even if she had said 'go the fuck away' (which, actually, is quite likely, knowing her), she wouldn't throw anything at him.
Especially not now.
She's curled into a ball, knees hugged to her chest and face pressed against them, pressed as far into the corner as she can get. It's very very evident just how small she actually is right now.
((OOC: It would have been Brando here, but... the arrival of Romana kind of puts a wrench in Brando being able to do much else right now. XD))
Luke doesn't knock when he finds the storage closet and hears the sobs through the door. He has been looking for her since he read her journal, didn't bother responding, just headed right out from his room to start looking for her,
He opens the door, chest constricting at the sight and sound of her in such pain. Luke slips over to her corner and places his hands on her back slipping up into her hair without a word.
And she's not even going to pretend to not want touch with him. Not now, not when she's let herself break down already. Her arms come up around his neck, she presses her face into his chest. Breathes him in.
It comforts her and makes her sob even harder, all at once.
"I know, darlin'," he says, softly, even though he doesn't and can't possibly know what she's going through right now. "I know."
His voice is quiet, soothing and he doesn't really say anything so she won't have to respond to him if she doesn't want to, because he doesn't want to make her talk if she can't. Luke massages her neck, pressing a gentle kiss into her hair.
It hurts to feel her shaking and sobbing in his arms, especially because he knows he can't make it go away or make it better. He can only hold her.
The Doctor's decided he needs more scraps for his project. And while he probably could make do with antiquated modern technology, he's really hoping he'll find something that fell through the Rift that'll do a better job. So he's searching random storage closets, rummaging through them one by one.
This particular storage closet, though, gives him pause. They don't often sob, do they?
Then again, it's right on the Rift, so it's not out of the question.
He pauses, and then pulls out his sonic screwdriver, pointing it at the door and inspecting it for a moment before concluding that it's just a door. Well, that was predictable. The Doctor thinks for a second longer, then opens the closet door, and points his sonic screwdriver at whatever's inside without pausing to look. Sure, it could be a person, but there's just as much of a possibility that it's a dangerous alien or something.
Becky, for her part, hardly registers the guy with the bleeping blue light. Seriously, she has more important things on her mind.
Like the fact that a kid she'd sworn (to herself, at any rate) to save and protect had gotten murdered right in front of her and she hadn't done anything about it. Not that she COULD have done anything but what she did, but that's not the point.
So she'll just continue crying, if that's alright with you, Doctor.
The Doctor blinks when he sees it's just a girl, curled up in the closet. Crying.
The sonic screwdriver gets put away, and he crouches down in front of her, frowning at her in concern. "Hello. This is probably a bit silly, but... what's wrong?"
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Des has been systematically punching things ever since he heard about what happened to Ricky, which means his room isn't really fit to sit and mope in right now. Plus he's not really a mopey guy. He's a find-what's-hurting-my-friends-and-kill-it-with-fire sort of guy, but since he can't exactly do that, he'll settle for finding his friends.
He checks the unexpected hiding places first, because that's what he'd do if were her, and his luck somehow holds out when he discovers a storage closet apparently sobbing.
"Becks?" He says, pressing an ear against the door to hear better.
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It's up to Des to decide what he thinks she means and act accordingly.
She's just not up to even opening the door just now.
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"I don't know what you said, but I'm not talking to a door," he says as soon as the door's open and he's started to step inside, praying she doesn't have access to something to throw at him if 'go the fuck away' was what she said.
Not that it would have deterred him any.
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Especially not now.
She's curled into a ball, knees hugged to her chest and face pressed against them, pressed as far into the corner as she can get. It's very very evident just how small she actually is right now.
Her whole body's trembling.
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Luke doesn't knock when he finds the storage closet and hears the sobs through the door. He has been looking for her since he read her journal, didn't bother responding, just headed right out from his room to start looking for her,
He opens the door, chest constricting at the sight and sound of her in such pain. Luke slips over to her corner and places his hands on her back slipping up into her hair without a word.
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It comforts her and makes her sob even harder, all at once.
She can't do this.
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"I know, darlin'," he says, softly, even though he doesn't and can't possibly know what she's going through right now. "I know."
His voice is quiet, soothing and he doesn't really say anything so she won't have to respond to him if she doesn't want to, because he doesn't want to make her talk if she can't. Luke massages her neck, pressing a gentle kiss into her hair.
It hurts to feel her shaking and sobbing in his arms, especially because he knows he can't make it go away or make it better. He can only hold her.
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"I think I got snot on your shirt," she says quietly, her voice strangely flat and emotionless.
Except for the despair. That emotion's pretty evident.
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This particular storage closet, though, gives him pause. They don't often sob, do they?
Then again, it's right on the Rift, so it's not out of the question.
He pauses, and then pulls out his sonic screwdriver, pointing it at the door and inspecting it for a moment before concluding that it's just a door. Well, that was predictable. The Doctor thinks for a second longer, then opens the closet door, and points his sonic screwdriver at whatever's inside without pausing to look. Sure, it could be a person, but there's just as much of a possibility that it's a dangerous alien or something.
At least, in the Doctor's mind.
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Like the fact that a kid she'd sworn (to herself, at any rate) to save and protect had gotten murdered right in front of her and she hadn't done anything about it. Not that she COULD have done anything but what she did, but that's not the point.
So she'll just continue crying, if that's alright with you, Doctor.
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The sonic screwdriver gets put away, and he crouches down in front of her, frowning at her in concern. "Hello. This is probably a bit silly, but... what's wrong?"
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"Ricky died," she whispers, not uncurling, not looking up. "It's my fault. I couldn't stop it. She just... killed him."
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