FOR: @icarusfclling WHERE: the KALAVRIA DECK; ICARUS’ ROOM WHEN: 2130.02; WEEK TWO; POST-MIDNIGHT
This is not how he imagined the end of the summit going for him—tired, restless, just about out of good-will and hauling the dead-weight of one Icarus Volati across Pontius. What in Chaos they were doing to end up passed out in one of the lounge chairs on the main deck, he doesn’t want to know, but past altercations aside, they are still from Olympe, and he has a job to do. He hadn’t smelled any alcohol on them at least, but it’s hard to tell with other substances. Hopefully, all they need is to sleep off whatever it is that’s put them in this stupor.
It’s with substantial relief that he finally makes it into Caro’s room. At some point after leaving the bustle of the deck area, he’d switched from lugging them over his shoulder to carrying them in both arms, both for convenience—he’s not about to go digging through their pockets for the key—and for a sentimentality he’d rather not place. Perhaps it’s a lingering pity for what all they’ve had to put up with since the new year began.
Setting them down on the bed, he pulls up a chair and sits back to monitor the situation. If they still don’t stir in the next ten minutes or so, he’s going to have to go looking for help. “Fates you make things complicated don’t you? All the same, you’d better not be dead..”