brig lyfe.

[regulatingpressure]

CHARACTERS: raven & finn + OPEN!
LOCATION: the brig. BACKDATED to the night of and day after jump.
WARNINGS: drama idk
SUMMARY: there was lots of punching and shouting and it wasn't pretty so now they're brigged to cool the fuck down
NOTES: anyone at all is welcome to drop in and visit raven and/or finn - or happen across them by accident on the way through, that works too. go ahead and make your own top-level or tag into one that already exists, but if you make your own, be sure to specify who it's for.


[ throughout the rest of jump day and the one to follow, raven and finn can be found sitting in adjacent cells, likely on the floor against the wall and looking far from pleased.

this is a catch-all. top-levels forthcoming, or make your own! ]

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S'the only reason Jasper shows his face at all. [ the reply comes with a sort of dry humor that falls a little flat, and she doesn't quite look at octavia yet. earlier, she wouldn't meet jasper's eye, either. it's reflex - she knows there's something in her gaze she hasn't quite gotten a hold on yet, something entirely too raw for anyone to see. ]

It's fine, [ is the belated answer to octavia's question. ]

[tectus]

[ if it's any consolation she isn't quite sure what she'd do with eye contact yet, and it's both girls that are doing a solid job of "subtly" avoiding holding each other's gaze - octavia's preferred method is to pick at her nail on her thumb as she finds a comfortable spot of wall to lean on. cool, calm, collected, casual, and no more willing to actually address that whole explosion than she expects raven is. ]

Good to know. I'm horrible at first aid. [ which comes with a pause and a sheepish shrug before she continues, ] Although I hear there's a whole set up for that here anyway, so pressure's off.

[ for a moment she wants to ask. not that octavia doesn't know exactly why raven thought pummeling finn's face might make her feel better - it seems them two and bellamy are the only ones who do know the full extent of that - but she'd like to hear the words all the same. she doesn't want to hear them badly enough to actually bring anything up, though, instead settling down for the long haul. congratulations raven, you're now going to be subjected to octavia's tried and tested space coping mechanism: pretending there isn't a real problem here.

it's kind of hard to ignore the barriers of a lock up, but damn if octavia isn't trying. ]

So someone tells me there's proper kitchens here, right? Real food, that's a damn lot more than I was expecting when I woke up in this place. What's it like?

ugh so sorry for the slow

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Weird, [ is her honest assessment. ] Fresher than Ark rations, cleaner than what we could find on Earth.

[ but raven doesn't want to talk about food. octavia's trying, she can recognize that, but it doesn't quite push raven to return the favor. not right now.

the talk about medical isn't quite as pointless, somehow. so to meet o halfway, she backtracks to the first comment - about the 'whole set-up'. ]

Medical though, hell, I've never seen anything like it. [ her gaze drops from high on the opposite wall to right around where the wall meets the floor. ] They got the bullet out the first time. Didn't even lose my leg. [ it's dry again, but i wouldn't go so far as to say it has any kind of humor in it. irony, maybe. irony that they fixed it here, just to send her back to a place where 'fixing it' meant losing use of her leg. ]