IC Inbox (Pluviosa)

[alabaster_erudite]

"Is something wrong? You look distressed? If so, you can figure it out yourself."

(Feel free to knock at the clinic door or even at his room. He's open to visitors despite his prickly attitude. He could be wandering around the ship too since he's endlessly curious about his surroundings, just let me know and I can write up a starter if you'd like.)

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grief tag

[aureliasharr]

As Ratio returns to his room the night it begins raining in the lounge, he will find as the lights flip on that someone has beat him home. Aurelia Sharr standing in the center of his room, dress still bearing fresh blood stains and hydro energy dripping off the planes of force that cling to her body to pool on his carpet. She stares forlornly at a pair of floating whiteboards, each covered with equations and depictions of the plant animals that have been roaming the ship. Necromancy, painstakingly calculated and depicted in full arcane notation.

As he enters, she glances at him briefly before turning back to the boards. “I apologize for the intrusion. I will repay you. I … need a second opinion.” Her words not the usual flat monotone, but heavy with grief and exhaustion. Her body reflecting that same state in a way Ratio would have rarely seen. Not since their first meeting when she was overloaded with Aventurine's emotions has she seemed so… mortal.

PRESENT

[sanktawithashotgun]

Ratio, the morning is chill as you depart from your room (or clinic) this morning. Everything seems normal enough, except…there’s a small bundle of cloth in front of your door.

If you inspect it, you’ll find what appears to be…a knitted night cap? There’s also some dried fruit bundled in a napkin with all this.

There’s no note or indicator to who the is from?? But it’s clearly for you!

(Merry Christmas/Icefield Messenger Ratio~)

time to hunt

[alabaster_erudite]

It is a surprise he finds when he exits the clinic doors, deigning to spend another sleepless night within its walls. He shouldn't make a habit of it, but he does if not to track the resources carefully. It would be a nightmare on top of this one to one day find that the ship has stop restocking its daily necessities after all.

He blinks owlishly at the modest bundle before looking left and right to see if anyone is nearby for him to question interrogate. For what reason could this be here? His thoughts run unerringly on the wrong track — he can't possibly imagine any of the passengers suddenly expressing his gratitude for him when he has done nothing of the sort to encourage such behaviors; perhaps the ship is getting sloppy but even then it doesn't quite fit with what he is seeing — as he decides to pick it up and take it inside the clinic to inspect it properly, and what he finds throws him for a loop.

By Nous's certainty, it's that time of the system calendar already?

The time to celebrate the spirit of gift giving, spending ones time with loves ones in the warmth and comfort, annndddd cutting his students some slack over the winter holidays. He's not a slave driver. He understands the value of rest and relaxation for a healthy and sharp mind. Regardless, it doesn't change how utterly gobsmacked he is by the sudden realization that not only the passage of time has gotten away from him much to his own worries and dismay, but that he has been dealt an act of great generosity by complete surprise and left with no way to return the favor.

Oh no, this simply cannot do. He squeezes the nightcap in his hands, feeling the soft material at his fingertips and scoffs at his own reaction. Well, nothing to do but to find the gifter himself and give them a piece of his mind. And perhaps, with a present in tow as well.

He pockets the dried fruit after popping a piece into his mouth, pushing down the satisfaction at the sweet taste and preening delight he feels towards the sincere and thoughtful gifts in his hands in favor of letting his determination to hunt run alight.

Gambler gift now

[doomed_gambler]

Ratio, there’s a little box in front of your door this morning. Inside you’ll find a…what is that. A lump of wood? Close! It’s an amateurishly carved duck! Specifically in the shape a rubber ducky would be…it’s not well done by any means but there’s great care in it.

There’s also a small bag of dried fruit/fruit leather!

There’s no note, only a teal handkerchief that disperses in golden light once placed down. It’s pretty obvious who it’s from.

(Happy holidays!)

electric two boogaloo

[alabaster_erudite]

Twice.

It seems like he has been bamboozled twice. Not just one, but two people seem to have caught him unaware with acts of courtesy. And this time, it's the gambler's turn judging the aesthetics of the box. He sighs and crouches down to pick up the gift.

There is a soft smile on his face as his thumb traces over the jagged edges of the carving. Imperfections has its charm. This fashioned piece of wood has its place at his side within his private quarters for whenever he needs to debug and clear his thoughts. Alas, he needs to come up with a name for this new audience too. But not now.

Now, at the moment, he is pressed for time as he has to quickly scour the premises for a suitable tribute in return.

At least he knows this is Aventurine's handiwork. He'll find something acceptable in short notice for him, and if he has any complaints, then by all means, he can come find Veritas himself. His door is always open to him after all. Even if the invitation was never formally extended. Hm... Perhaps, some clarity is in order.