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areyto2020-11-06 06:40 pm
historiadores) wrote in areyto2020-11-06 06:40 pm
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EVENT | SETTLING IN
SETTLING IN
Initial quarantine period is over, but the newest arrivals in Llave, known colloquially as “Los Aparecidos” (The Appeared), remain largely restricted to the shelter for two primary reasons: one, as they are currently stateless, meaning they have no rights to citizenship anywhere, what to do with them continues to be debated; and two, it has become rapidly obvious that many have zero knowledge not just of the nation they find themselves in, but of the wider world around them.The former has been explained to them via the lawyers who have taken their collective case, and further clarified by the prime minister, Rosario Alonzo de León, when she and several members of her government return to speak again with the arrivals. A highly intelligent and capable woman in her late forties, she makes a point of sitting with each newcomer to Llave to converse about their experiences thus far and what concerns they have.
As for the lagoons in characters’ knowledge, steps are being taken to address these.
Classes are being held now, in order to prepare the arrivals for whatever happens next. Characters will be taught a variety of skills, including but not limited to communication methods such as mail, phones, television, radio and the Internet; use of appliances, including basic lessons on modern utilities; and general safety rules both inside and outside the home. Characters can request specific classes or volunteer to help teach their companions. (And for anyone learning or helping to teach how to read and write, a reminder that the Spanish alphabet consists of 27 letters: ‘ñ’ has its place after ‘n’. And ‘ll’ and ‘rr’ have their own sounds.)
The woman organizing the classes has become well-known to the arrivals: Evelyn Burgos Peña was a clinical social worker before leaving her previous work to assume the duties of First Lady when her wife was elected. Aside from spearheading the new education efforts for the arrivals, she has also been working diligently with the Bajari Bara to establish the second change in the daily routine.
Due to the generally acceptable behavior during the Day of Heroes, characters are now sometimes permitted to leave the shelter to visit Old Nona. These group excursions are not every day, and last only a few hours. One of these excursions is tied to a class to which all are invited. Rather than make learning more about Llave itself a tedious lecture, on the week of November 22nd, the museum characters arrived at has opened its doors to them for a special exhibit on the island's early history. Characters are accompanied as they were during the Day of Heroes by a guide and an escort of Bajari Bara.
Characters are reminded being permitted outside is a privilege. Until the matter of their legal status is resolved, they have few rights and fewer legal protections. Behavior and curfew are both strictly enforced, and violations will result in the loss of this privilege.
Otherwise, the routine in the shelter remains the same. Caseworkers still check in daily and will refer those who present a need or who request it to the appropriate mental health professionals. Hot meals continue to be provided three times a day along with snacks. A projector was brought in and a different movie is aired every night (General Audiences only—remember, there are children present), with the shelter staff providing snacks to make it a movie theater experience. Entertainment items—books, games, sports equipment, art supplies, etc.—are available and can also be requested (though no promises are made that characters will get exactly what they want, especially if the item can double as a weapon). Possession of weapons remains strictly prohibited and any visible weapons will be confiscated. Any who attempts to flout this rule, starts fights in the shelter or in Nona or attempts to break out will be swiftly separated from the rest by the Bajari Bara. Further violence will result in consequences according to their actions.
THE MONTH'S HEADLINES
- Red chickcharney seen celebrating during the Day of Heroes.
- Tombs found disturbed in Nona's Old Cemetery.
- Santa Cecilia cattle farmers on high alert after cows, sheep found mauled.
- Unidentified flying object spotted off the coast of Bimini.
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I don't sleep much these days. Don't need it.
[The second part is a lie, obviously, and he can practically hear Wen Qing's frustrated sigh in his head.]
Wouldn't be restful anyway. what's the point?
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he reaches for an assumption, holds fast to it. could be this guy reminds him of duo, who chooses to hide what he is behind a smile. there are always similarities to be found in people, you can map points on their constellation to others you've known. the overlap is there if you look deeply enough. duo runs his mouth and prefers to bleed when he thinks no one's looking.
hmn. ﹚
Setting an example to your fellow Appeared, maybe. Being at your best in case we're attacked. I could go on.
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I am no one's example, Heero. And in no condition to fend off an attack on my best days. [That's not exactly true. Except the part where he means it in the moment. If it came to a fight for his own life, he'd lose unless he played Chenqing, and he is sure that it would be a mistake. (He also knows that if it came to an attack on his own life, Lan Wangji would be there whether he wished it or not.)
But if it were for the sake of others, would he play? His eyes bore into the flute in his hands and his fingers freeze in their mock playing.
He is quiet for another moment before he speaks again, before he can think better of it.] Do you like children?
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﹙ it isn't cruelly meant, though perhaps it sounds that way. he's a blunt object at the best of times.
his attention flickers to the flute and away. the question catches him off guard, and for a moment he's back in that day, that endless day that plays on repeat in the back of his head like an old movie reel. he buried the dog because he couldn't find her body. but did he even really look?
(the building burned for hours. he burnt his hands trying to heave the wreckage aside. he did look. he did. it wasn't enough.)
his fingers curl against his palm, a brief flex, there and gone. it's the only physical motion he makes. ﹚
I think they deserve to be children. Whether I like them or not isn't relevant to that.
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Mm, but you've seen my, what is the expression here? My game face. It's very convincing. I've even fooled my brother back home. [He shakes his head and sighs deeply.]
But we're in agreement there. And I love children. Always have. I used to have so many martial sisters and brothers and every single one of them adored me. [He grows quiet then, for a long moment.]
I saw a child here today who couldn't have been older than four. Not one of the Appeared, but out through the shelter doors, peeking in with his older friends. It was very cute.
Reminded me of a child back home. The cutest child in existence, my a-Yuan. He is never fussy and always smiling. He deserves the entire world.
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What's your point?
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I miss him. I miss all of them, but mostly I miss him. [He's had a longer time to adjust to missing the others, and anyway, none of them were his the way he had come to think of a-Yuan as his.]
I don't think he's alive though. He was four. Is four. [He shrugs.]
If things were different, I think I would have made him my son. He smiled so much. I wanted to protect him from the cruelty of it all, but I couldn't.
[And then he laughs, quiet, broken.] Imagine executing a four year old. Can you? I can't.
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And what benefit does your being haunted do for him now?
﹙ it's hypocrisy, plain and simple. but heero's ghosts aren't up for debate here. ﹚
There will be other children that need you. If that's what you want to do with your life, then you need to live for them. Carry your experiences with you, but you can't drown in them.
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Mourning is to no one's benefit Heero Yuy, it is humanity making itself known.
[Never mind that he doesn't know for sure whether a-Yuan is gone, and the unknowing is part of what eats at him. How can he mourn when he doesn't know? How can he not mourn when there is the chance?]
You're wrong anyway. There won't be others. There is nothing more for me. Not children, not hope, not anything. My days are done. When I return to my world, I'll die in fewer than three days.
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humanity isn't necessary for survival. he almost says it. he'd believed that for so long it became less something he had to reach for in dark moments and more like an instinct. he put away kindness and compassion because it stood between him and the mission and he couldn't risk what would come of compromise.
for the greater good, he left his soul on the altar of war.
but he spared a little girl once. it didn't tip the scales. nothing ever could. but mariemaia lived. it felt a little like relena taking his hand and pulling him up from the depths of a bloody ocean.
his fingers curl briefly up against his palm. thoughtfully. as if he's prepared to grip the stem of a flower, and not a gun. ﹚
You're assuming you'll return at all. That isn't a guarantee.
﹙ he has never had a home. this place is as good as any other. he doesn't expect he'll be missed more than those doing the missing could stand. ﹚
In the meantime, you live in this world. And it's going to have people that need those with that humanity and kindness the same as any other place. We're all a heartbeat away from death. You think that means you can't make a difference in the time you have now?
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The thought isn't his and he wrenches his gaze from Heero, lifting one hand to hold his head as though flinching from a sudden headache. His other hand clenches Chenqing and when he realizes, he lets go so suddenly the flute rolls away from him, wisps of shadow invisible in the dark. His heart is pounding against his ribs so hard he worries someone will hear and he closes his eyes, willing away the rising tide of voices that sense his weakness.
They have not spoken to him since that first day here when he spoke to Lan Wangji and learned of his friends' fates, not loud enough to discern anyway, but now they seize the opportunity and he crumbles in on himself, arching forward and breathing heavily, forcing himself to calm.
Not here. Not now. Not like this.
(It hurts. So much.)
He trembles with the sudden onset and continues to breathe. Eventually, the voices fade, the pressure in his head lessens. Wei Wuxian opens his eyes again and does not stand to reclaim Chenqing.]
Have you ever considered, [He starts, voice strained and suddenly so so tired,] that I don't fucking want to. Fuck.
[He buries his face in his hands but this time it isn't to suppress a wave of resentful energy, this time it is only himself he wishes to hide.]
Leave me alone.
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he isn't.
pain is pain. death is death. if it comes, it comes. this boy isn't his enemy, and if he wants to lash out it's well overdue.
he could stay where he is. not do anything. but relena stood between him once and a gun, and it's that memory that pulls him up. he moves the short distance soundlessly, and goes down to one knee beside wei wuxian. holds his hand out, palm up. ﹚
Like it or not, we're all in this together. I'm not going to go sit on the other side of the gymnasium while you stew miserably over here.
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His heart hurts. It's broken probably, along with the rest of him.
This isn't about what he likes or doesn't like. Is that not obvious? Does this man think he can so easily choose not to feel? He is grateful for these extra days, for the time to make peace with Lan Zhan and the opportunity to do something good. He can leave behind one good thing at least, so not all is wreckage and ruin. He is grateful, but though the cultivation world may disagree, he is not an actual monster and he feels pain.
(And there is just so much of it.)
He does not take Heero's hand. He stares at it like he doesn't know what it is and tears gather in his eyes and spill down his cheeks, all without him breathing a sound.]
Leave.