A Lazy Sunday Day in the Life

[expectremorse]

Who?: Mark Hoffman
What?: If you count that on Friday we had Fourth Wall Day, Hoffman's sister was here. And he's been in his room since then. So at some point, he had to eat. And go to the bathroom. He might fail abysmally, but you know. He's also venturing out in search of more liquor. So we could work with that.
why?: I've been hit by a case

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Lunch~

[expectremorse]

Hoffman had no idea what time it was, or what time of day it was-so he's got-food-of some sort and some shape in front of him. He's got a fork in hand and a grim determination on his face except he's...not eating anything.

Instead, he has managed to stack peas into a mountain. He builds it up and knocks it down, builds it up, knocks it down, still listening to his communicator.

Shower~

[expectremorse]

You got to try to take care of yourself-but it's hard when you're fighting a raging headache.

So Hoffman's showered and is trying to shave. Except there's occasionally a loud muttered curse from the men's room. Then-he emerges with several white flakes on his face.

Hard to focus.

Shower~

[sixthanimorph]

David's never liked the idea of the communal showers and he keeps meaning to ask Will if he can have a private one. He wasn't too hot on them even before realizing that most Barge murders happen there, but the realization didn't help either.

Still, a guy's gotta get clean, so here's David padding in wearing a T-shirt and swimming trunks. He usually comes at times when there aren't any people, but he's gone a few days without one and started feeling ripe.

He had no intention of staying if anyone was in here, mind. But he didn't see anyone, so he came in and started heading for the stall nearest the wall.

And that's when there's a loud curse from past the bend and before David can change his mind, Hoffman emerges.

The effect on David is instantaneous. He backs up a good three paces, the blood draining from his face.

Shower~

[expectremorse]

Hoffman does not look well.

Not looking well is an understatement actually. His clothing is incredibly rumpled and his hair is matted and stuck to his forehead. With one smooth motion, he wipes the toilet paper from his face.

It could be argued that he doesn't see David-until he hears him. Feet on tile.

He turns his head to face him. David might be shocked-Hoffman looks dead.

"...Scared?"

No relishing in the word, no violence, just talking. Blank.

Shower~

[sixthanimorph]

"No."

David's response is immediate.

It's also a lie. He's depowered, his warden's death tolling, and he's alone in the showers with the guy who almost killed him.

So yeah, he's scared. But he'll die before he admits it.

"Am I supposed to be?"

Art Room ~

[expectremorse]

Hoffman has commandeered a post in the art room where he is drawing. He'll be here for most of the day chances are. There are quite a few images floating around-some of an attractive brown haired woman-some of an older man. There's even one that looks like Amanda, and one that looks like Lupin, and one that looks like Sarah, and..

He's intently-intently focused.

Art Room

[cannibalmind]

Hannibal came in with a half finished canvas, quietly setting it up a bit away on one of the easels and taking the paper off of it. It was of Mozenrath, in more elaborate robes than usual.

He took out his paints and mixed them without comment, though he did glance at the man, eyes tracing his profile and memorizing it. He had interesting scars.

Re: Art Room

[expectremorse]

Hoffman set aside his work for the piece he's been trying to finish all day. It's a dark piece of a woman with long brown hair. She's being swallowed by a crowd of people, reaching out for help and desperation. Behind her are a pair of wings-pinned to the ground by stakes.

He continues to work-tracing bits and pieces of her. It's rather elaborate.

Art Room

[cannibalmind]

"You're quite good." Hannibal spoke quietly, so as not to startle him in the midst of an exercise that required steady hands. "May I make a suggestion?"

Outside the CES ~

[expectremorse]

Lupin used to tell him to come here when he was feeling angry or upset and that still sticks-except Hoffman's doing his best not to feel anything. However-it seemed like a good idea.

The last time he was here, he tried to say goodbye to his friends and failed-as far as he was concerned. He couldn't say what he wanted to say or the things that he wanted to think.

But he still liked being there. Except-no warden. So he's standing outside-correction-sitting outside hoping for someone to pass by to harass into letting him into the CES.

Re: Outside the CES ~

[morsmordrecerta]

[Rodolphus has had no word from Bellatrix. He has, however, had many words from others; people have told him he's dead. He's a criminal. He'll be assigned to a warden.

He spent a good portion of his time in his room, waiting for some word from his wife. Acting how she would want him to act. Staring at the four walls.

And growing more and more sullen when no word came.

Now, he's out, exploring the parts of the ship which aren't the dining hall. When he sees Hoffman, he stares, noting the scar and vaguely recalling the conversation they had when he first arrived. And then his eyes move on to something else: the door of the CES.]

Re: Outside the CES ~

[expectremorse]

[Hoffman is lost in his own world of people who have vanished and sheer fucking confusion. He's distracting himself from this by holding his sister's image in his hands. It's not playing. This time he's just tracing her features with his fingers and looking forlorn.

At Rodolphus's approach he looks up-and back down. No warden right?

He looks up again just to make sure.]

In the gardens ~

[expectremorse]

someone's using his sketchbook that he got from Stildyne and drawing pictures of flowers.

It's an easy distraction. He's really trying to take his mind off of everything that's happened. Trying to let things go. So he's doodling pictures of flowers.

Re: In the gardens ~

[der_umgekehrte]

Mention the big ugly bastard and he appears.

It hadn't been hard to notice that Hoffman had taken a serious blow, and Angelina-on-the-network had said she'd speak to him. So.

"How's your hand?" Stildyne sits next to him, with a wary glance at the vegetable life that surrounds them. ...if Hoffman weren't his friend, he really would happily avoid the place.

Re: In the gardens ~

[expectremorse]

Hoffman's eyes are wide. He's been drawing the same violet for the past couple of hours. It's dark and kind of gothic looking.

By way of response, he holds up his bandaged hand without a word.

He should really go to the infirmary to get a check-up, but he's been...preoccupied.

"...It's okay."

His voice sounds rough, "Look."

He flips up to a page in his sketchbook. It's a collection of drawings. One of them is Stildyne's friend-and the other is a slightly grizzled version of Stildyne himself.

It is joined by a picture of an attractive woman with frizzy hair and another couple of flowers-and a cat.

In the gardens ~

[der_umgekehrte]

"...nice one of Wheatfields. Got the Chigan neck to rights. Hope he didn't give you too much of a hassle." Hearing a familiar voice wasn't something he'd ever thought to do on the barge. Not the least the news Serge had had. Scylla's kidnapped Koscuisko. But he'd sort that out in his own time.

"Interesting cat, it is."