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Charlie walks into Spec's office, slightly less exhausted than before, yet somehow more disheveled. He's frowning slightly. He's carrying blueprints and a few fabric samples.

"I'm just bringing these to you. We just got them in. I'd say something about knocking me out, but I don't have the energy for it right now."

Spec smiles, swiveling its chair to face Charlie. “Well, you slept well, did you not?”

Its gaze falls to the blueprints, eyes lighting up in excitement. “And thank you! Oh, I can not wait to work with these, haha!”

It seems genuinely elated at the prospect of working with fabrics again. It makes sense though; after all, Spec was on character design before it became a Coordinator.

// @showfalls-favorite-spider

"I-.. slept. That's about the best I can say right now."

He sets the stuff on a side table in the office, so its desk won't get terribly cluttered.

"You have any particular plans for these costumes?"

“Nothing big,” it shrugs, rolling over to the side table and picking up the fabric. “Taking inspiration from— what’s it called, outside? Theatre? —inspiration from that. Comedy-tragedy masks, things of that nature. Neat, isn’t it?”

It runs its fingers across the fabric and gums quietly to itself. “Amazing.”

Charlie hums vaguely, suddenly feeling very weak. As hard as he tries to act normal and keep himself upright, it doesn't work and suddenly, without warning or seemingly reason, he is unconscious on the floor.

Spec’s reaction time is slow, but the moment it realizes they’re on the floor it’s down there with him.

“Charlie?” It asks frantically, mentally going over anything that could’ve happened to cause this. It props them up against a wall, shaking it slightly. “Charlie, get up.”

Charlie is completely unresponsive for hours.

Until, finally, he wakes up. It's not slow, but not fast either. Just- suddenly he's awake again and looking... wrong. Paler than usual.

Charlie grumbles and puts a hand to his head, frowning.

"Shit.. no.."

Spec’s head snaps around at an inhuman angle at the sound of Charlie’s voice.

It crouches down from where it’d been pacing, taking in how bad he looks.

“Charlie? What happened? You scared me there, are you okay? What’s wrong?” It asks, panicky. “You— you collapsed. I thought something might’ve… I don’t know.”

"I'm fine, Spec.."

He looks up at it, eyes vaguely unfocused. Charlie checks over Spec before letting out an exhausted sigh.

"You're okay.. good.."

“Of course I’m good, Charlie, why wouldn’t I be? Are you?” It asks, checking over him for injuries. Fine, he’s fine, he looks pale and he’s shaking but he’s fine and—

Oh. Ow.

Its hand finds its way to its stomach, fingers pressing against a wound. That’s new. And bad, probably. It’s fine. Charlie’s the focus now.

“Ah-… ow.”

"Spec??"

Charlie is up in an instant, despite how he feels.

"Are you okay? What's going on?"

It winces. Being stabbed really isn’t fun.

“I’m fine, Charlie. Just a scratch, is all. What happened to you?”

"No, you're not. Tell me what's going on, Spec."

“You first. I’m not the one who collapsed out of no where.”

#-Connections-

Charlie walks into Spec's office, slightly less exhausted than before, yet somehow more disheveled. He's frowning slightly. He's carrying blueprints and a few fabric samples.

"I'm just bringing these to you. We just got them in. I'd say something about knocking me out, but I don't have the energy for it right now."

Spec smiles, swiveling its chair to face Charlie. “Well, you slept well, did you not?”

Its gaze falls to the blueprints, eyes lighting up in excitement. “And thank you! Oh, I can not wait to work with these, haha!”

It seems genuinely elated at the prospect of working with fabrics again. It makes sense though; after all, Spec was on character design before it became a Coordinator.

// @showfalls-favorite-spider

"I-.. slept. That's about the best I can say right now."

He sets the stuff on a side table in the office, so its desk won't get terribly cluttered.

"You have any particular plans for these costumes?"

“Nothing big,” it shrugs, rolling over to the side table and picking up the fabric. “Taking inspiration from— what’s it called, outside? Theatre? —inspiration from that. Comedy-tragedy masks, things of that nature. Neat, isn’t it?”

It runs its fingers across the fabric and gums quietly to itself. “Amazing.”

Charlie hums vaguely, suddenly feeling very weak. As hard as he tries to act normal and keep himself upright, it doesn't work and suddenly, without warning or seemingly reason, he is unconscious on the floor.

Spec’s reaction time is slow, but the moment it realizes they’re on the floor it’s down there with him.

“Charlie?” It asks frantically, mentally going over anything that could’ve happened to cause this. It props them up against a wall, shaking it slightly. “Charlie, get up.”

Charlie is completely unresponsive for hours.

Until, finally, he wakes up. It's not slow, but not fast either. Just- suddenly he's awake again and looking... wrong. Paler than usual.

Charlie grumbles and puts a hand to his head, frowning.

"Shit.. no.."

Spec’s head snaps around at an inhuman angle at the sound of Charlie’s voice.

It crouches down from where it’d been pacing, taking in how bad he looks.

“Charlie? What happened? You scared me there, are you okay? What’s wrong?” It asks, panicky. “You— you collapsed. I thought something might’ve… I don’t know.”

"I'm fine, Spec.."

He looks up at it, eyes vaguely unfocused. Charlie checks over Spec before letting out an exhausted sigh.

"You're okay.. good.."

“Of course I’m good, Charlie, why wouldn’t I be? Are you?” It asks, checking over him for injuries. Fine, he’s fine, he looks pale and he’s shaking but he’s fine and—

Oh. Ow.

Its hand finds its way to its stomach, fingers pressing against a wound. That’s new. And bad, probably. It’s fine. Charlie’s the focus now.

“Ah-… ow.”

"Spec??"

Charlie is up in an instant, despite how he feels.

"Are you okay? What's going on?"

It winces. Being stabbed really isn’t fun.

“I’m fine, Charlie. Just a scratch, is all. What happened to you?”

Charlie walks into Spec's office, slightly less exhausted than before, yet somehow more disheveled. He's frowning slightly. He's carrying blueprints and a few fabric samples.

"I'm just bringing these to you. We just got them in. I'd say something about knocking me out, but I don't have the energy for it right now."

Spec smiles, swiveling its chair to face Charlie. “Well, you slept well, did you not?”

Its gaze falls to the blueprints, eyes lighting up in excitement. “And thank you! Oh, I can not wait to work with these, haha!”

It seems genuinely elated at the prospect of working with fabrics again. It makes sense though; after all, Spec was on character design before it became a Coordinator.

// @showfalls-favorite-spider

"I-.. slept. That's about the best I can say right now."

He sets the stuff on a side table in the office, so its desk won't get terribly cluttered.

"You have any particular plans for these costumes?"

“Nothing big,” it shrugs, rolling over to the side table and picking up the fabric. “Taking inspiration from— what’s it called, outside? Theatre? —inspiration from that. Comedy-tragedy masks, things of that nature. Neat, isn’t it?”

It runs its fingers across the fabric and gums quietly to itself. “Amazing.”

Charlie hums vaguely, suddenly feeling very weak. As hard as he tries to act normal and keep himself upright, it doesn't work and suddenly, without warning or seemingly reason, he is unconscious on the floor.

Spec’s reaction time is slow, but the moment it realizes they’re on the floor it’s down there with him.

“Charlie?” It asks frantically, mentally going over anything that could’ve happened to cause this. It props them up against a wall, shaking it slightly. “Charlie, get up.”

Charlie is completely unresponsive for hours.

Until, finally, he wakes up. It's not slow, but not fast either. Just- suddenly he's awake again and looking... wrong. Paler than usual.

Charlie grumbles and puts a hand to his head, frowning.

"Shit.. no.."

Spec’s head snaps around at an inhuman angle at the sound of Charlie’s voice.

It crouches down from where it’d been pacing, taking in how bad he looks.

“Charlie? What happened? You scared me there, are you okay? What’s wrong?” It asks, panicky. “You— you collapsed. I thought something might’ve… I don’t know.”

"I'm fine, Spec.."

He looks up at it, eyes vaguely unfocused. Charlie checks over Spec before letting out an exhausted sigh.

"You're okay.. good.."

#-connections-#// forgot about this for weeks whoops sorry sib

“Of course I’m good, Charlie, why wouldn’t I be? Are you?” It asks, checking over him for injuries. Fine, he’s fine, he looks pale and he’s shaking but he’s fine and—

Oh. Ow.

Its hand finds its way to its stomach, fingers pressing against a wound. That’s new. And bad, probably. It’s fine. Charlie’s the focus now.

“Ah-… ow.”

fuck you, payback /silly

{Spec is stabbed}

“What do you—? I— ow— th-this is— god…”

#-connections-#(technically in person wtv)

Charlie walks into Spec's office, slightly less exhausted than before, yet somehow more disheveled. He's frowning slightly. He's carrying blueprints and a few fabric samples.

"I'm just bringing these to you. We just got them in. I'd say something about knocking me out, but I don't have the energy for it right now."

Spec smiles, swiveling its chair to face Charlie. “Well, you slept well, did you not?”

Its gaze falls to the blueprints, eyes lighting up in excitement. “And thank you! Oh, I can not wait to work with these, haha!”

It seems genuinely elated at the prospect of working with fabrics again. It makes sense though; after all, Spec was on character design before it became a Coordinator.

// @showfalls-favorite-spider

"I-.. slept. That's about the best I can say right now."

He sets the stuff on a side table in the office, so its desk won't get terribly cluttered.

"You have any particular plans for these costumes?"

“Nothing big,” it shrugs, rolling over to the side table and picking up the fabric. “Taking inspiration from— what’s it called, outside? Theatre? —inspiration from that. Comedy-tragedy masks, things of that nature. Neat, isn’t it?”

It runs its fingers across the fabric and gums quietly to itself. “Amazing.”

Charlie hums vaguely, suddenly feeling very weak. As hard as he tries to act normal and keep himself upright, it doesn't work and suddenly, without warning or seemingly reason, he is unconscious on the floor.

Spec’s reaction time is slow, but the moment it realizes they’re on the floor it’s down there with him.

“Charlie?” It asks frantically, mentally going over anything that could’ve happened to cause this. It props them up against a wall, shaking it slightly. “Charlie, get up.”

Charlie is completely unresponsive for hours.

Until, finally, he wakes up. It's not slow, but not fast either. Just- suddenly he's awake again and looking... wrong. Paler than usual.

Charlie grumbles and puts a hand to his head, frowning.

"Shit.. no.."

#-Connections-#// SORRY THAT TOOK SO LONG #// EXHAUSTION IS A BITCH

Spec’s head snaps around at an inhuman angle at the sound of Charlie’s voice.

It crouches down from where it’d been pacing, taking in how bad he looks.

“Charlie? What happened? You scared me there, are you okay? What’s wrong?” It asks, panicky. “You— you collapsed. I thought something might’ve… I don’t know.”

Charlie walks into Spec's office, slightly less exhausted than before, yet somehow more disheveled. He's frowning slightly. He's carrying blueprints and a few fabric samples.

"I'm just bringing these to you. We just got them in. I'd say something about knocking me out, but I don't have the energy for it right now."

Spec smiles, swiveling its chair to face Charlie. “Well, you slept well, did you not?”

Its gaze falls to the blueprints, eyes lighting up in excitement. “And thank you! Oh, I can not wait to work with these, haha!”

It seems genuinely elated at the prospect of working with fabrics again. It makes sense though; after all, Spec was on character design before it became a Coordinator.

// @showfalls-favorite-spider

"I-.. slept. That's about the best I can say right now."

He sets the stuff on a side table in the office, so its desk won't get terribly cluttered.

"You have any particular plans for these costumes?"

“Nothing big,” it shrugs, rolling over to the side table and picking up the fabric. “Taking inspiration from— what’s it called, outside? Theatre? —inspiration from that. Comedy-tragedy masks, things of that nature. Neat, isn’t it?”

It runs its fingers across the fabric and gums quietly to itself. “Amazing.”

Charlie hums vaguely, suddenly feeling very weak. As hard as he tries to act normal and keep himself upright, it doesn't work and suddenly, without warning or seemingly reason, he is unconscious on the floor.

Spec’s reaction time is slow, but the moment it realizes they’re on the floor it’s down there with him.

“Charlie?” It asks frantically, mentally going over anything that could’ve happened to cause this. It props them up against a wall, shaking it slightly. “Charlie, get up.”

Charlie walks into Spec's office, slightly less exhausted than before, yet somehow more disheveled. He's frowning slightly. He's carrying blueprints and a few fabric samples.

"I'm just bringing these to you. We just got them in. I'd say something about knocking me out, but I don't have the energy for it right now."

Spec smiles, swiveling its chair to face Charlie. “Well, you slept well, did you not?”

Its gaze falls to the blueprints, eyes lighting up in excitement. “And thank you! Oh, I can not wait to work with these, haha!”

It seems genuinely elated at the prospect of working with fabrics again. It makes sense though; after all, Spec was on character design before it became a Coordinator.

// @showfalls-favorite-spider

"I-.. slept. That's about the best I can say right now."

He sets the stuff on a side table in the office, so its desk won't get terribly cluttered.

"You have any particular plans for these costumes?"

“Nothing big,” it shrugs, rolling over to the side table and picking up the fabric. “Taking inspiration from— what’s it called, outside? Theatre? —inspiration from that. Comedy-tragedy masks, things of that nature. Neat, isn’t it?”

It runs its fingers across the fabric and gums quietly to itself. “Amazing.”

Charlie walks into Spec's office, slightly less exhausted than before, yet somehow more disheveled. He's frowning slightly. He's carrying blueprints and a few fabric samples.

"I'm just bringing these to you. We just got them in. I'd say something about knocking me out, but I don't have the energy for it right now."

Spec smiles, swiveling its chair to face Charlie. “Well, you slept well, did you not?”

Its gaze falls to the blueprints, eyes lighting up in excitement. “And thank you! Oh, I can not wait to work with these, haha!”

It seems genuinely elated at the prospect of working with fabrics again. It makes sense though; after all, Spec was on character design before it became a Coordinator.

// @showfalls-favorite-spider

What's got you so upset, Spec?

@showfalls-favorite-spider

“It’s nothing, Charlie, seriously. Just a bit of work stress.”

It won’t look in Charlie’s direction, and its hands are curled around its coffee mug almost tight enough to crack it. “Why? Come to taunt me a bit?”

"Is it so bad that I want to check in on you? I may be a Spider, but I don't hate you."

Charlie walks over and crosses his arms, leaning against the desk. After a few moments, it coaxes the mug from Spec's hands.

"You never act like that, especially in front of other people. Spill. What's wrong?"

It picks at its fingers when the mug is taken, frowning.

“It’s just been a stressful week. Leave it alone, hm?”

It turns away in its chair and huffs in annoyance. Can’t he just leave this alone?

“I’m perfectly fine. Go back to work.”

“Not until I figure out what’s going on. I’ll do whatever I can to help, you know that. This show can’t go on without both of us in top form.”

He turns the chair back around and puts one hand on the back to hold it there.

“So talk to me. I’ll get it out of you by force if I have to.”

It tries and fails to turn the chair back around. “I’m in top form. In fact, I’ve never been better!”

It puts on a strained grin, the same one it’s used for years to get through just about everything.

“Perfectly fine, thank you, Coordinator.”

Charlie sighs and shakes his head before staring it down for a moment. For a very brief second, Spec can see the energy dwindle before he speaks again.

"Tell me what is wrong. You are obviously not fine and, contrary to popular belief, I do care about you enough to want to help you."

It makes a choked sound, clearly trying to not say anything. Unfortunately, it is rather difficult to resist Weaver’s when they want something.

“I’ve gotten this far— I made it all the way from Clean-Up! And now everything is going wrong! The actors aren’t cooperating, Security is broken so we can barely keep them here properly, all of my equipment is shutting down and I’m going to shut down and it’s— you— stop!”

"You're not gonna shut down. I'm getting the actors in line, they're just taking longer than expected to learn to trust me, Security is going to get fixed. I don't know much about technology, but I imagine one of the many Beholders we keep around can 'learn' a thing or two and help you, I'll even convince them to do it. You're gonna be okay. Just- take a deep breath."

Charlie backs up and sets the mug back down. It looks tired. But that's not the focus right now.

"I need you to trust me when I say I am getting things under control. You will not shut down, nothing will. I don't care if it takes all of my focus constantly and drains me of my energy, I have faith that this show, our jobs, will be fine."

“I can’t trust anything right now! Nothing is— everything is wrong and left to chance and messing up and— I’m… sorry. This is…” It pushes its chair back, digging its nails into its arms and straightening up slightly.

“I apologize, Coordinator, everything is fine,” it says flatly. “Go back to your office, yes?”

Charlie sighs and frowns, stepping closer to it again.

"I hate to do this. It's not a normal use of my power. But I'll do it anyway."

He takes one of its hands and focuses on the strings he had already so diligently placed before. Every single one taut, thin as a spider's web, but infinitely strong. And so, it begins to pull. The usual manipulations, the usual persuasion, would not be strong enough in this moment. Charlie needs something a little more permanent.

"Trust me. If you do not trust anyone else, trust only in me. I am here to help you."

Once he's done, he lets go and leans back against the desk to watch it for a second, not letting his exhaustion get the better of him just yet.

“Trust you. I trust you.”

It blinks, wanting to back away but being unable to. Why would it back away from someone it trusts? It trusts Charlie. It— No, no, no. No. They didn’t just do that. He wouldn’t. Didn’t.

“Charlie. Did you just— you didn’t, right? Right? Why would you do that?”

"Because if you don't trust me, things will fall apart. That's how this works. I will get it handled. I promise. Just believe me for once."

He feels like he's going to collapse. That was a lot of energy for one usage and clearly it didn't work very well. Charlie's fine, he knows he is. Or at least- he has himself convinced he is.

"I promise you, on my whole heart and soul, on my own existence, I will get this under control. If you want to help, have faith in me. That's all I need you to do."

Spec stands and crosses its arms, its brow furrowed.

“This— you—” It inhaled sharply, closing its eyes. “Sit down. You look like death. Everything is… I’ll trust you. But you’re on the verge of collapse. You’re overexerting yourself.”

"Me? Overexerting myself? You must have me confused with someone else. I'm fine. I'm getting things under control. Some of the strings are a little loose right now, but I'm handling it."

Charlie smiles and waves his hand vaguely.

Spec narrows its eyes at him and shakes its head.

“Coordinator. Sit down. Now. You’ve forced me to trust you; now you need to trust me. You can have an hour to rest, hm? It won’t kill you.”

Charlie visibly deflates and sits on the floor, leaning against the desk and putting his head against the drawers.

"You're awful stubborn sometimes, you know that?"

He brushes his hand through his hair and closes his eyes for just a few moments.

#-Connections-#// FORGOT ABOUT THIS DHDKDHD

“I do,” it responds, tap tap tapping its fingers against the wood desk. “It’s one of my better traits, hm? Now, get some rest. The show can’t go on unless you’re in tip-top shape, you got that?”

What's got you so upset, Spec?

@showfalls-favorite-spider

“It’s nothing, Charlie, seriously. Just a bit of work stress.”

It won’t look in Charlie’s direction, and its hands are curled around its coffee mug almost tight enough to crack it. “Why? Come to taunt me a bit?”

"Is it so bad that I want to check in on you? I may be a Spider, but I don't hate you."

Charlie walks over and crosses his arms, leaning against the desk. After a few moments, it coaxes the mug from Spec's hands.

"You never act like that, especially in front of other people. Spill. What's wrong?"

It picks at its fingers when the mug is taken, frowning.

“It’s just been a stressful week. Leave it alone, hm?”

It turns away in its chair and huffs in annoyance. Can’t he just leave this alone?

“I’m perfectly fine. Go back to work.”

“Not until I figure out what’s going on. I’ll do whatever I can to help, you know that. This show can’t go on without both of us in top form.”

He turns the chair back around and puts one hand on the back to hold it there.

“So talk to me. I’ll get it out of you by force if I have to.”

It tries and fails to turn the chair back around. “I’m in top form. In fact, I’ve never been better!”

It puts on a strained grin, the same one it’s used for years to get through just about everything.

“Perfectly fine, thank you, Coordinator.”

Charlie sighs and shakes his head before staring it down for a moment. For a very brief second, Spec can see the energy dwindle before he speaks again.

"Tell me what is wrong. You are obviously not fine and, contrary to popular belief, I do care about you enough to want to help you."

It makes a choked sound, clearly trying to not say anything. Unfortunately, it is rather difficult to resist Weaver’s when they want something.

“I’ve gotten this far— I made it all the way from Clean-Up! And now everything is going wrong! The actors aren’t cooperating, Security is broken so we can barely keep them here properly, all of my equipment is shutting down and I’m going to shut down and it’s— you— stop!”

"You're not gonna shut down. I'm getting the actors in line, they're just taking longer than expected to learn to trust me, Security is going to get fixed. I don't know much about technology, but I imagine one of the many Beholders we keep around can 'learn' a thing or two and help you, I'll even convince them to do it. You're gonna be okay. Just- take a deep breath."

Charlie backs up and sets the mug back down. It looks tired. But that's not the focus right now.

"I need you to trust me when I say I am getting things under control. You will not shut down, nothing will. I don't care if it takes all of my focus constantly and drains me of my energy, I have faith that this show, our jobs, will be fine."

“I can’t trust anything right now! Nothing is— everything is wrong and left to chance and messing up and— I’m… sorry. This is…” It pushes its chair back, digging its nails into its arms and straightening up slightly.

“I apologize, Coordinator, everything is fine,” it says flatly. “Go back to your office, yes?”

Charlie sighs and frowns, stepping closer to it again.

"I hate to do this. It's not a normal use of my power. But I'll do it anyway."

He takes one of its hands and focuses on the strings he had already so diligently placed before. Every single one taut, thin as a spider's web, but infinitely strong. And so, it begins to pull. The usual manipulations, the usual persuasion, would not be strong enough in this moment. Charlie needs something a little more permanent.

"Trust me. If you do not trust anyone else, trust only in me. I am here to help you."

Once he's done, he lets go and leans back against the desk to watch it for a second, not letting his exhaustion get the better of him just yet.

“Trust you. I trust you.”

It blinks, wanting to back away but being unable to. Why would it back away from someone it trusts? It trusts Charlie. It— No, no, no. No. They didn’t just do that. He wouldn’t. Didn’t.

“Charlie. Did you just— you didn’t, right? Right? Why would you do that?”

"Because if you don't trust me, things will fall apart. That's how this works. I will get it handled. I promise. Just believe me for once."

He feels like he's going to collapse. That was a lot of energy for one usage and clearly it didn't work very well. Charlie's fine, he knows he is. Or at least- he has himself convinced he is.

"I promise you, on my whole heart and soul, on my own existence, I will get this under control. If you want to help, have faith in me. That's all I need you to do."

Spec stands and crosses its arms, its brow furrowed.

“This— you—” It inhaled sharply, closing its eyes. “Sit down. You look like death. Everything is… I’ll trust you. But you’re on the verge of collapse. You’re overexerting yourself.”

"Me? Overexerting myself? You must have me confused with someone else. I'm fine. I'm getting things under control. Some of the strings are a little loose right now, but I'm handling it."

Charlie smiles and waves his hand vaguely.

#-Connections-#// BAND CAMP STILL KICKING MY ASS BUT IM OUT FOR NOW

Spec narrows its eyes at him and shakes its head.

“Coordinator. Sit down. Now. You’ve forced me to trust you; now you need to trust me. You can have an hour to rest, hm? It won’t kill you.”

What's got you so upset, Spec?

@showfalls-favorite-spider

“It’s nothing, Charlie, seriously. Just a bit of work stress.”

It won’t look in Charlie’s direction, and its hands are curled around its coffee mug almost tight enough to crack it. “Why? Come to taunt me a bit?”

"Is it so bad that I want to check in on you? I may be a Spider, but I don't hate you."

Charlie walks over and crosses his arms, leaning against the desk. After a few moments, it coaxes the mug from Spec's hands.

"You never act like that, especially in front of other people. Spill. What's wrong?"

It picks at its fingers when the mug is taken, frowning.

“It’s just been a stressful week. Leave it alone, hm?”

It turns away in its chair and huffs in annoyance. Can’t he just leave this alone?

“I’m perfectly fine. Go back to work.”

“Not until I figure out what’s going on. I’ll do whatever I can to help, you know that. This show can’t go on without both of us in top form.”

He turns the chair back around and puts one hand on the back to hold it there.

“So talk to me. I’ll get it out of you by force if I have to.”

It tries and fails to turn the chair back around. “I’m in top form. In fact, I’ve never been better!”

It puts on a strained grin, the same one it’s used for years to get through just about everything.

“Perfectly fine, thank you, Coordinator.”

Charlie sighs and shakes his head before staring it down for a moment. For a very brief second, Spec can see the energy dwindle before he speaks again.

"Tell me what is wrong. You are obviously not fine and, contrary to popular belief, I do care about you enough to want to help you."

It makes a choked sound, clearly trying to not say anything. Unfortunately, it is rather difficult to resist Weaver’s when they want something.

“I’ve gotten this far— I made it all the way from Clean-Up! And now everything is going wrong! The actors aren’t cooperating, Security is broken so we can barely keep them here properly, all of my equipment is shutting down and I’m going to shut down and it’s— you— stop!”

"You're not gonna shut down. I'm getting the actors in line, they're just taking longer than expected to learn to trust me, Security is going to get fixed. I don't know much about technology, but I imagine one of the many Beholders we keep around can 'learn' a thing or two and help you, I'll even convince them to do it. You're gonna be okay. Just- take a deep breath."

Charlie backs up and sets the mug back down. It looks tired. But that's not the focus right now.

"I need you to trust me when I say I am getting things under control. You will not shut down, nothing will. I don't care if it takes all of my focus constantly and drains me of my energy, I have faith that this show, our jobs, will be fine."

“I can’t trust anything right now! Nothing is— everything is wrong and left to chance and messing up and— I’m… sorry. This is…” It pushes its chair back, digging its nails into its arms and straightening up slightly.

“I apologize, Coordinator, everything is fine,” it says flatly. “Go back to your office, yes?”

Charlie sighs and frowns, stepping closer to it again.

"I hate to do this. It's not a normal use of my power. But I'll do it anyway."

He takes one of its hands and focuses on the strings he had already so diligently placed before. Every single one taut, thin as a spider's web, but infinitely strong. And so, it begins to pull. The usual manipulations, the usual persuasion, would not be strong enough in this moment. Charlie needs something a little more permanent.

"Trust me. If you do not trust anyone else, trust only in me. I am here to help you."

Once he's done, he lets go and leans back against the desk to watch it for a second, not letting his exhaustion get the better of him just yet.

“Trust you. I trust you.”

It blinks, wanting to back away but being unable to. Why would it back away from someone it trusts? It trusts Charlie. It— No, no, no. No. They didn’t just do that. He wouldn’t. Didn’t.

“Charlie. Did you just— you didn’t, right? Right? Why would you do that?”

"Because if you don't trust me, things will fall apart. That's how this works. I will get it handled. I promise. Just believe me for once."

He feels like he's going to collapse. That was a lot of energy for one usage and clearly it didn't work very well. Charlie's fine, he knows he is. Or at least- he has himself convinced he is.

"I promise you, on my whole heart and soul, on my own existence, I will get this under control. If you want to help, have faith in me. That's all I need you to do."

#-Connections-#// SORRY THAT TOOK SO LONG IVE BEEN SO TIRED ALL DAY

Spec stands and crosses its arms, its brow furrowed.

“This— you—” It inhaled sharply, closing its eyes. “Sit down. You look like death. Everything is… I’ll trust you. But you’re on the verge of collapse. You’re overexerting yourself.”

What's got you so upset, Spec?

@showfalls-favorite-spider

“It’s nothing, Charlie, seriously. Just a bit of work stress.”

It won’t look in Charlie’s direction, and its hands are curled around its coffee mug almost tight enough to crack it. “Why? Come to taunt me a bit?”

"Is it so bad that I want to check in on you? I may be a Spider, but I don't hate you."

Charlie walks over and crosses his arms, leaning against the desk. After a few moments, it coaxes the mug from Spec's hands.

"You never act like that, especially in front of other people. Spill. What's wrong?"

It picks at its fingers when the mug is taken, frowning.

“It’s just been a stressful week. Leave it alone, hm?”

It turns away in its chair and huffs in annoyance. Can’t he just leave this alone?

“I’m perfectly fine. Go back to work.”

“Not until I figure out what’s going on. I’ll do whatever I can to help, you know that. This show can’t go on without both of us in top form.”

He turns the chair back around and puts one hand on the back to hold it there.

“So talk to me. I’ll get it out of you by force if I have to.”

It tries and fails to turn the chair back around. “I’m in top form. In fact, I’ve never been better!”

It puts on a strained grin, the same one it’s used for years to get through just about everything.

“Perfectly fine, thank you, Coordinator.”

Charlie sighs and shakes his head before staring it down for a moment. For a very brief second, Spec can see the energy dwindle before he speaks again.

"Tell me what is wrong. You are obviously not fine and, contrary to popular belief, I do care about you enough to want to help you."

It makes a choked sound, clearly trying to not say anything. Unfortunately, it is rather difficult to resist Weaver’s when they want something.

“I’ve gotten this far— I made it all the way from Clean-Up! And now everything is going wrong! The actors aren’t cooperating, Security is broken so we can barely keep them here properly, all of my equipment is shutting down and I’m going to shut down and it’s— you— stop!”

"You're not gonna shut down. I'm getting the actors in line, they're just taking longer than expected to learn to trust me, Security is going to get fixed. I don't know much about technology, but I imagine one of the many Beholders we keep around can 'learn' a thing or two and help you, I'll even convince them to do it. You're gonna be okay. Just- take a deep breath."

Charlie backs up and sets the mug back down. It looks tired. But that's not the focus right now.

"I need you to trust me when I say I am getting things under control. You will not shut down, nothing will. I don't care if it takes all of my focus constantly and drains me of my energy, I have faith that this show, our jobs, will be fine."

“I can’t trust anything right now! Nothing is— everything is wrong and left to chance and messing up and— I’m… sorry. This is…” It pushes its chair back, digging its nails into its arms and straightening up slightly.

“I apologize, Coordinator, everything is fine,” it says flatly. “Go back to your office, yes?”

Charlie sighs and frowns, stepping closer to it again.

"I hate to do this. It's not a normal use of my power. But I'll do it anyway."

He takes one of its hands and focuses on the strings he had already so diligently placed before. Every single one taut, thin as a spider's web, but infinitely strong. And so, it begins to pull. The usual manipulations, the usual persuasion, would not be strong enough in this moment. Charlie needs something a little more permanent.

"Trust me. If you do not trust anyone else, trust only in me. I am here to help you."

Once he's done, he lets go and leans back against the desk to watch it for a second, not letting his exhaustion get the better of him just yet.

“Trust you. I trust you.”

It blinks, wanting to back away but being unable to. Why would it back away from someone it trusts? It trusts Charlie. It— No, no, no. No. They didn’t just do that. He wouldn’t. Didn’t.

“Charlie. Did you just— you didn’t, right? Right? Why would you do that?”

#-Connections-

What's got you so upset, Spec?

@showfalls-favorite-spider

“It’s nothing, Charlie, seriously. Just a bit of work stress.”

It won’t look in Charlie’s direction, and its hands are curled around its coffee mug almost tight enough to crack it. “Why? Come to taunt me a bit?”

"Is it so bad that I want to check in on you? I may be a Spider, but I don't hate you."

Charlie walks over and crosses his arms, leaning against the desk. After a few moments, it coaxes the mug from Spec's hands.

"You never act like that, especially in front of other people. Spill. What's wrong?"

It picks at its fingers when the mug is taken, frowning.

“It’s just been a stressful week. Leave it alone, hm?”

It turns away in its chair and huffs in annoyance. Can’t he just leave this alone?

“I’m perfectly fine. Go back to work.”

“Not until I figure out what’s going on. I’ll do whatever I can to help, you know that. This show can’t go on without both of us in top form.”

He turns the chair back around and puts one hand on the back to hold it there.

“So talk to me. I’ll get it out of you by force if I have to.”

It tries and fails to turn the chair back around. “I’m in top form. In fact, I’ve never been better!”

It puts on a strained grin, the same one it’s used for years to get through just about everything.

“Perfectly fine, thank you, Coordinator.”

Charlie sighs and shakes his head before staring it down for a moment. For a very brief second, Spec can see the energy dwindle before he speaks again.

"Tell me what is wrong. You are obviously not fine and, contrary to popular belief, I do care about you enough to want to help you."

It makes a choked sound, clearly trying to not say anything. Unfortunately, it is rather difficult to resist Weaver’s when they want something.

“I’ve gotten this far— I made it all the way from Clean-Up! And now everything is going wrong! The actors aren’t cooperating, Security is broken so we can barely keep them here properly, all of my equipment is shutting down and I’m going to shut down and it’s— you— stop!”

"You're not gonna shut down. I'm getting the actors in line, they're just taking longer than expected to learn to trust me, Security is going to get fixed. I don't know much about technology, but I imagine one of the many Beholders we keep around can 'learn' a thing or two and help you, I'll even convince them to do it. You're gonna be okay. Just- take a deep breath."

Charlie backs up and sets the mug back down. It looks tired. But that's not the focus right now.

"I need you to trust me when I say I am getting things under control. You will not shut down, nothing will. I don't care if it takes all of my focus constantly and drains me of my energy, I have faith that this show, our jobs, will be fine."

#-Connections-#// this took so long to think of sorry

“I can’t trust anything right now! Nothing is— everything is wrong and left to chance and messing up and— I’m… sorry. This is…” It pushes its chair back, digging its nails into its arms and straightening up slightly.

“I apologize, Coordinator, everything is fine,” it says flatly. “Go back to your office, yes?”

That's just Spec being Spec. Showfall Media prides itself on its diverse cast and crew. Even some of our monsters are gay!

I am not a homosexual. I misread.

#-Spectacles-#-Clock In-

What's got you so upset, Spec?

@showfalls-favorite-spider

“It’s nothing, Charlie, seriously. Just a bit of work stress.”

It won’t look in Charlie’s direction, and its hands are curled around its coffee mug almost tight enough to crack it. “Why? Come to taunt me a bit?”

"Is it so bad that I want to check in on you? I may be a Spider, but I don't hate you."

Charlie walks over and crosses his arms, leaning against the desk. After a few moments, it coaxes the mug from Spec's hands.

"You never act like that, especially in front of other people. Spill. What's wrong?"

It picks at its fingers when the mug is taken, frowning.

“It’s just been a stressful week. Leave it alone, hm?”

It turns away in its chair and huffs in annoyance. Can’t he just leave this alone?

“I’m perfectly fine. Go back to work.”

“Not until I figure out what’s going on. I’ll do whatever I can to help, you know that. This show can’t go on without both of us in top form.”

He turns the chair back around and puts one hand on the back to hold it there.

“So talk to me. I’ll get it out of you by force if I have to.”

It tries and fails to turn the chair back around. “I’m in top form. In fact, I’ve never been better!”

It puts on a strained grin, the same one it’s used for years to get through just about everything.

“Perfectly fine, thank you, Coordinator.”

Charlie sighs and shakes his head before staring it down for a moment. For a very brief second, Spec can see the energy dwindle before he speaks again.

"Tell me what is wrong. You are obviously not fine and, contrary to popular belief, I do care about you enough to want to help you."

#-Connections-#// whole 2.80 acquired

It makes a choked sound, clearly trying to not say anything. Unfortunately, it is rather difficult to resist Weaver’s when they want something.

“I’ve gotten this far— I made it all the way from Clean-Up! And now everything is going wrong! The actors aren’t cooperating, Security is broken so we can barely keep them here properly, all of my equipment is shutting down and I’m going to shut down and it’s— you— stop!”

What's got you so upset, Spec?

@showfalls-favorite-spider

“It’s nothing, Charlie, seriously. Just a bit of work stress.”

It won’t look in Charlie’s direction, and its hands are curled around its coffee mug almost tight enough to crack it. “Why? Come to taunt me a bit?”

"Is it so bad that I want to check in on you? I may be a Spider, but I don't hate you."

Charlie walks over and crosses his arms, leaning against the desk. After a few moments, it coaxes the mug from Spec's hands.

"You never act like that, especially in front of other people. Spill. What's wrong?"

It picks at its fingers when the mug is taken, frowning.

“It’s just been a stressful week. Leave it alone, hm?”

It turns away in its chair and huffs in annoyance. Can’t he just leave this alone?

“I’m perfectly fine. Go back to work.”

“Not until I figure out what’s going on. I’ll do whatever I can to help, you know that. This show can’t go on without both of us in top form.”

He turns the chair back around and puts one hand on the back to hold it there.

“So talk to me. I’ll get it out of you by force if I have to.”