Shelter From The Storm

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WHO: Tommy Shepherd, Dustin, You?
WHERE: The Diner
WHAT: Sheltering from the Blizzard
WHEN: During the Blizzard
WARNINGS: CW: Discussions of accidental explosions

I. Keeping The Food Going

For once there was a proper way for Tommy to distract himself from the madness of the storm. And he always needed the distractions. The storms made him less himself, took away his power, took away his strength. Tommy hated nothing quite like the storms. He'd been hurt so many times during them, been lost, been broken in his heart and mind.

"Here," he says as he whips the space blanket off of his shoulders and draped it over another person's shoulders. "I'm trying to get the fire going to cook. Just, uh, give me more time. I've got some dried meat you could nibble on if you need."

II. Judgements Spoken | CW: Discussions of accidental explosions

It was later in the day and things were settling down when it happened. Tommy finally had an open fire going near one of the vents in the kitchen so people could stay warm. It was sorta cramped staying back there, but they would do what they had to do. But he was getting ready to settle down and then it happened.

A shadowy figure seemed to manifest as Tommy was moving to sit down. One he recognized. A high school aged girl, who looked scared, and unerringly right at Tommy, who paled.

"You're not real," he hissed at the ghostly form. "You're not real. Like all the storm images. Go away!"

Comments

[quark_assassin]

Dustin is too busy hacking his lungs out to say anything back to Tommy at first, although he thoughts should come through pretty cleanly in the acidic glare he shoots his way. You'll be okay. Such an easy thing to say, with absolutely no evidence to back it up. The last time Dustin was this sick he nearly died. If the storm continues suppressing his abilities and his ASIS chips don't kick back in, what's keeping it from finishing him off this time? He doesn't know.

All spiraling thoughts are promptly arrested by the consequences of Quintet's temper tantrum. The cup hitting the wall overhead makes a noise like a gunshot, and Dustin reacts accordingly, yelping and flinching into a tight ball on the floor with his head protectively tucked between his knees and his forearms.

"--The fuck?!" he sputters, voice partially muffled by his legs and now also the blanket. "Shit--attack--what--?!"

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Well that was a whole thing. It even made Tommy flinch to hear that loud noise too. He's left a bit shaken by it, but then he has to catch his breath because Dustin needs an anchor right now.

"You'll be okay," Tommy repeats to Dustin, wrapping an arm around him before looking to Quintet.

"Sorry. I'm... I didn't get to know Billy until I was sixteen. I get touchy."