#plotdrop3.1

[benny-chanda]

WHERE: Common grounds WHEN: 19th of June WITH: @thecatastrophicstarters​

Bishan sat, laid back, on a bench on the common grounds, watching as people sped past him, clearly freaking out about something. Something he had already looked into and decided that he would probably do better if he just chilled about it. Also he just didn’t care about the people and couldn’t give a single fuck about what was happening in that hospital. All he cared about was not getting sick himself because no way he would end up in the same place as all of them. 

So he just chilled, coffee mug between his hands as he studied the crowds passing him. Actually, he sort of hoped that chaos would be ensured even worse around him, it was in the arms of chaos that Bishan felt most at home because so much more was possible. So much more was misplaced or forgotten. 

Mostly he was just bored. And that boredom stemmed form being slightly jealous that he had nobody to worry about. 

So he threw rocks. First at pigeons, then at humans. Throwing one, before pretending he was oblivious. He didn’t throw hard, just in a nice curve from an underhand throw, watching the tiny rock land on someone’s head or shoulder. 

He was picking out a few more rocks from the ground a shadow fell over him. “Would you please move? Your shadow is making hard to pick the right ones,” he said, not really caring if it was someone who now knew he had thrown the rocks or someone who had no clue why someone would be picking rocks in the first place. 

[benny-chanda]

WHERE: Community area WHEN: 21st of June WITH @thesloanezone​

Neediness didn’t look pretty on him, Bishan decided, ignoring the constant feeling in his chest as he made his way around the slowly more sulking population of Fairvale. He received some stares, probably wondering why of all people HE was still alive, but didn’t give them any attention. He wasn’t really scared of ending up sick, he was scared of ending up sick and being in there alone. 

Still, some people didn’t seem completely phased by everything, and Bishan hoped this offer of kindness didn’t come at a very inappropriate moment. Though he was very aware that while he didn’t want to appear like he was lonely, his actions showed the opposite.

“Hey Cat,” he said, walking into the community area and spotting one of his recent dance partners. 

[benny-chanda]

WHERE: near the clinic WHEN: 19th of June WITH @juney-mooney​

Bishan didn’t like being aware of feeling lonely. He had survived long enough being completely fine with nobody caring for him. Yet, while Kit seemed to distrust him just a little, there was some concern there at times. At times Bishan even felt wanted. Now he just felt like nobody would even mind if he disappeared. 

So him walking towards the clinic was purely for selfish reasons. He had studied the crowds for long enough to have some idea what people were doing. He just wanted to feel like he did have people to care for. “I think you should take a break,” he said, blocking Juney’s way back towards her house and holding a bottle of water out towards her. “That or let me help you, because at this pace you’re going to end up in there as well.” His voice was laced with concern, it didn’t even take that much effort. 

[chahid-narayanan]

A Turn for the Worse

tw: illness, death mention

Given their full days working at the farm, keeping up to people getting sick, trying to continue to provide was had to be provided, and afterwards spending all their time ensuring the crops were protecting and researched at the same time, Chahid hadn’t even considered what they were feeling as a result of any type of illness. 

They figured they were dizzy from the amount of sun, dehydrated because they were keeping a close eye on their own water intake, just in case, and the headaches and cramps had to be a consequence of fasting for the sake of even food distribution. It wasn’t until he woke up in the middle of the night to vomit, and thought he heard Yami in her room, that the realisation dawned on them that they might be sick. 

For a moment there was only regret. Because why did they have to get sick when Mave wasn’t there. Not that they would’ve wanted him near for fear of contagion, but they also didn’t want to die without seeing him again. Death itself didn’t haunt them as much, they’d made peace with God over the last months, and if this was their time, then it was all alright. 

Eventually after hours of feeling sicker and sicker, Chahid pulled several blankets over themselves, and slowly made their way to the clinic early evening. Willing their body to hold out long enough, long enough for Mave’s return. At least they could keep Yami company, that was a small favour, but they had no idea what state she would be in when they found her. They just wanted to sleep for a bit.