[ ...So we sure had a meeting, didn't we!! After it, she can be found looking out into space, at the big ol' hole in the wall near the terminal.
"Hopefully they can get you back home in one piece, then. I'm sure a girl like you has much she needs to get back to."
She feels sick. She feels far away. She feels like it wouldn't be too uncalled for to just step off into nothing and see where it takes her. That'd be fitting, wouldn't it? After everything. After trying so hard, after Hannah and Beth, after Chris and Emily—
Ashley is in no danger of actually following through on this. Quietly, she just stares out into the stars, hands clenched at her sides.
...Everything just feels...so much less important now, than it used to.
In general, she can be found around the communal areas. Pretty much if there's some bedrolls set up and people, there she is. ...Not really a chatterbox, though. Safety in numbers, after all, but that doesn't mean she has to converse. Instead, she's just sitting against a wall, writing in that old notebook. She seems...fine? Again, not really going out of her way to engage with anyone, but not crying or freaking out. It's a net improvement.
...And, sometime after this day has turned to the next, she may be...a little more out and involved. Or, at the very least, she's not glued to that notebook.
Instead, she's poking at the shard in her hand, staring it down with a surprisingly intense scowl. ]
toplevel.....2!!! for all your later week needs (cw dissociation + suicidal ideation for prompt 1)
"Hopefully they can get you back home in one piece, then. I'm sure a girl like you has much she needs to get back to."
She feels sick. She feels far away. She feels like it wouldn't be too uncalled for to just step off into nothing and see where it takes her. That'd be fitting, wouldn't it? After everything. After trying so hard, after Hannah and Beth, after Chris and Emily—
Ashley is in no danger of actually following through on this. Quietly, she just stares out into the stars, hands clenched at her sides.
...Everything just feels...so much less important now, than it used to.
In general, she can be found around the communal areas. Pretty much if there's some bedrolls set up and people, there she is. ...Not really a chatterbox, though. Safety in numbers, after all, but that doesn't mean she has to converse. Instead, she's just sitting against a wall, writing in that old notebook. She seems...fine? Again, not really going out of her way to engage with anyone, but not crying or freaking out. It's a net improvement.
...And, sometime after this day has turned to the next, she may be...a little more out and involved. Or, at the very least, she's not glued to that notebook.
Instead, she's poking at the shard in her hand, staring it down with a surprisingly intense scowl. ]
Okay... You're going to work with me. Okay? Okay.
[ Silence as she stares it down.
Silence.
Silence. ]
...Ughhhh, come ooonnnn...