chiseler | I'm trapped in these negative vibes, I can't seem to find the outside [Monday, Week 8]

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I'm trapped in these negative vibes, I can't seem to find the outside [Monday, Week 8]

[In all honesty Luke heard the announcement from Alice at 9am, realized he wasn't on the valued list or the vulnerable list and probably went back to bed. The robots only kick people out after twelve hours and he had a good three hours left. Surprisingly, he was pretty mentally exhausted still from the course of the week and the weekend's trial. He'd thought about Shelley's motivation to kill Fumi and it's still fairly sad to think about, considering he never thought Shelley would.

Granted, maybe this is why he was asked by someone to be the one to organize them and keep people focused. It's something he'd initially laughed off, afraid of the responsibility...but now he's realizing the numbers are dwindling as are the numbers of adults. Maybe he needs to act like an adult. But that can come after another couple of hours of sleep.

He leaves his room at exactly 11:59am before a robot can collect him, a smug smirk on his face as he lets the door slide closed behind him. That doesn't last though before Alice's voice chimes over the ship with this week's motive.

Well-kept secrets. What kind of secrets could she know and have access to? He doesn't have to wonder for long before he looks at his datapad and sees...

...ah. Well. That's lovely. He shakes his head firmly and sets his jaw, immediately trying to think of where to find Adam. Adam's become the person he looks to in terms of motives but knowing Adam as well as he knows Adam now, he has to wonder how he's going to handle this motive. They're both people with plenty of secrets. It could be a dangerous combination.

He glances over up and down the hallway of their catacombs to ensure he's alone before quickly dashing down the hall to Adam's room. Another quick look over his shoulder confirms he's not being watched and he raises a hand, concentrating for a moment to unlock the boy's door and allow himself into his room. Please be here, Adam.]

Adam? [He's not even waiting for an answer, he's parkouring up the ladder to the main room. Even if he's not here, maybe Luke will get a sense of where he might have gone.]

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[ He shrugs noncommittally. It's embarrassing to talk about Ronan in this context even after telling Luke a bunch of his life story. It's a lot easier to just give Luke a teasing smile as he talks about Annabeth. ] Yeah, couldn't tell you. You don't have a bratty bone in your body.

[ Adam thinks about Gansey taking care of Opal and rolls his eyes. ] That or way too much conversation. Definitely plopping her down, probably reading to her from some old history book, not letting her run around. He's from one of those families where kids are supposed to be picture perfect. His mom's a politician.

But what about you? How would you take care of a little satyr girl who's going to eat half the house if you don't watch her closely?

[It's still funny. Regardless he actually laughs before he finally slides all the way to lay on his back on the floor to stare up at the ceiling of Adam's room.]

Well that explains everything. You know that some of the world's most famous politicians have been demigods, too? Athena's kids. Sometimes I think Annabeth's the odd one out of her siblings but when you put her in front of a project...[It's pretty scary.]

If that's a real question, obviously I'd take care of a satyr girl the same way I'd take care of my own kid or some of the kids at Camp. Keep her active and keep her outside. As a counselor I oversaw a lot of stuff at Camp but I also taught some lessons and made sure nobody actually got too brutally injured. You'd think I'd be sick of being outside after living outside for five years, but it's better than being in a house and unhappy.

Really? [ But it's a deadpan sort of question like he's not too sure he believes that. Surely someone would notice a demigod in power. He's only met one, to be fair, but they seem significantly different from most people. ] She's still young, isn't she? I'm sure she'll go places. Being a politician isn't all that luxurious.

[ Apparently he was right, Luke would be a good babysitter. He wonders if Opal would like him. ] She likes being outside best. Mostly she pretends she's a bird. [ He thinks for a second. ] Did you ever think about your future? I mean, beyond all the fate stuff. Just things that you wanted to do one day.

The first president of the United States. You didn't really think he was just a mortal did you? [He rolls his eyes.] She's going to be gifted with huge honors. I've always kinda felt she'd grow up to be powerful if she made it that long…just turned 16 over the summer.

[His hands are folded over his stomach and it seems like he's partially fascinated with the fact that they're rising and falling with his breathing.] Birds are the best though. Ever flown? Not in a plane or anything, I mean actually flying. I can't blame her. […there's a pause though. The future…it's hard to say and he doesn't speak for a moment.] …I've spent my whole life having people tell me they knew my fate and I was fated for something really terrible. I think I gave up thinking about the future after my quest. [There are things he wanted to do one day. He used to be a little more optimistic until everything fucked up so hard.] Or maybe after Thalia. I don't really remember when I stopped thinking I had a future.

[ He scoffs and then pauses to think about George Washington, considers it, then scoffs again. ] Sounds like she's survived a lot already. Not sure what could challenge her if saving Olympus didn't. [ But he decides to move on from that train of thought because the world sounds dangerous for her. And that's not what Luke should be thinking about right now. ]

... No, obviously, I've never grown wings and flown. [ He shakes his head. ] I was in a helicopter a couple times, but that's about it. [ He picks at something nonexistent on his pants, frowning as he considers what it would be like to not have any hope for a future. Adam wouldn't have survived if he didn't have that to cling on to. No wonder Luke did what he did. ]

You never had any dreams? Nothing you wanted to be? I mean, if you got a second chance out of here—or if you were reborn... what would you want?

Rebuilding it maybe. [He seems thoughtful about that, but in the end he's grateful Adam changes the subject. He thinks of explaining about the magical shoes his dad gave him for his quest, the pair of converse with little wings. But he doesn't get that far. He doesn't get that far because Adam's asking hard questions and he doesn't like it, doesn't like the way they make his fingers twitch nervously and his stomach tie in strange knots.

The truth is, he doesn't really know.]

What would I want? [He repeats the question because he genuinely doesn't understand. He doesn't have an answer right away, and he blinks up at the ceiling in thought.] ...a chance at a normal life, probably. Maybe rebirth will let me be normal without monsters chasing me every time I step outside and with a family-- [...this conversation just got a little too real so again, he's stopping.] What's it matter? I don't think I get to choose anyway.

[ Unfortunately, Adam understands entirely. He may not have been born supernatural, but he's always wanted a normal life too. A normal life in a normal house with a normal family. He never really imagined Ronan and Opal as being his normal family, but he's certainly not complaining.

He can tell that Luke doesn't really like this train of conversation, and he feels a little bad for it. But it's important to him that he knows this. ] Maybe you will. [ He shrugs. ] Sorry, it's only... that's what I think about when I want to keep myself going. What I want to get done. Guess I started thinking about you being there too.

[He's biting the inside of his cheek, nostrils flaring in an irritated manner as Adam presses the subject. He doesn't want to think about his dead end and he's about to snarl out such an answer when he registers what's being said.]

...being...where exactly? [Nope. Not following.]

[ This has definitely gone too far and not the way he wanted it to at all. He hoped Luke would have some sort of aspirations, maybe a dream career or something. He looks elsewhere, shaking his head, more embarrassed than disappointed. ]

It's not important. [ And it's really not. He gets up from his chair and reaches out his hand to pull Luke up, if he wants it. ] Did I make things worse?

[If anything Luke's more confused than upset because he's not sure what Adam's thinking. Maybe he should be less bitter. Maybe he should have hopes and dreams and aspirations, but...life for Luke Castellan sort of ended at seventeen and he lived another six years as maybe someone else. But that isn't on Adam.

He's the adult here. He has to be responsible and not let someone like Adam worry about him so much. He looks at the hand offered though and nods, sitting up to allow himself to be pulled to his feet.]

Nah. Just thinking about stuff. [A half-hearted grin.] If you made things worse, you wouldn't even have to ask. You'd know.

[ Adam is fairly sure that's not everything. He tries to let things go when Luke doesn't talk about them but—he's starting to feel the relationship is a little unequal when Luke is there to talk him down and Adam can't get him to say anything. He keeps a gentle grip on his wrist, insistent. ]

What sort of stuff? [ A huff. ] Come on, man. I just told you I was thinking about killing someone and that's all I get?

We're even. [The words are very calm, calculated and less impulsive than Luke usually is. It's something, some show of the fact that sometimes he really does seem much older than his twenty-three years of age. Strangely, he doesn't pull his arm out of Adam's grip. He isn't sure what to do with it.] I told you last week I was thinking of killing someone, and now we're even.

[But he considers for a moment, eyes dropping to Adam's hand on his wrist and then over to the desk where the crumples papers still are and then just past Adam's eyes so he's not directly looking at him.] You still worried I don't trust you?

[ Adam doesn't seem satisfied with the answer but he drops his wrist slowly, considering. ] No. I don't think you'd do all this if you didn't trust me. [ It's too hard to specify what 'all this' is because Luke has done so much for him. Every day, he does a lot for him. He protects him. How is he supposed to repay that other than being there? ]

But I'm worried that you're keeping things in. Trust me, I know that's easier, but it also takes a lot out of you. The secret, the motive from last week... It's not about being even, it's about being a friend. What can I do?

[And just like that his hands are slipping into the pockets of his shorts. He's closing himself off subtly, though he's not backing off just yet.]

You're doing enough. [Which is true.] You think anybody around here would be calm about somebody else breaking into their room? [There's a sigh, a hand rubbing the back of his head nervously then.] Adam you're the only person on this ship to know everything you know. That's…way more than enough. I don't think this is the time to psychoanalyze me. I've dealt like this on my own for years. What's another couple of weeks…or months?

[He pauses then, curious for a moment.] You wanna know what you can do for me? Promise me you're not gonna bail when things get really ugly. Dunno when that'll be or what'll cause it, but…I don't want to do that again. [Vague, as usual, but he hopes it's enough. He doesn't want to deal by himself when things get to be too overwhelming. Annabeth hadn't come with him. Thalia hadn't come with him. He doesn't want to think about how things will be if he doesn't have anybody else this time around.]

[ Adam is also not backing off. He's kind of debating on something though he can tell that Luke has closed himself off (because Adam has the same instinct). ] You're right. I'm sorry. [ Luke really has told him enough and Adam's also lived like this long enough to know that it's not easy to get anything out. He can't blame him for it, not when he still has a hard time talking to Gansey or Ronan about certain things.

But he does perk up again when Luke offers something that he can do. He's been waiting for a request since they started training. It seems so easy, though, that he looks confused. 'Really ugly' could mean a lot of things. On the ship, with the motives... or just with Luke. He's fine with all of those. ] You think I'd do that? You're... my trainer and my partner and the only one who's ever understood. You're important. [ To me, which is too hard to say. ]

[The thing that bothers him is that it's much harder to be responsible and be a good person when he's dealing with his own shit. He's closed off but he's not moving, hesitating mostly and patiently waiting to see what Adam says.]

Quit apologizing. [It's more rough than he means it to be, but he's not angry about it. It's matter of fact. Like how he feels about Elizabeth sometimes, Adam has nothing to apologize for. He recognizes the light in his eyes though the moment Luke offers him a task, and part of him feels disgusted that it's kind of a shitty task. Adam and Luke, at the core, are very, very similar. Luke's begun to realize this though he doesn't know if Adam has. He won't be the one to say so.]

I know. [He doesn't need to hear it because he's filling in the blanks himself. He's still hesitating before his hands come out of his pockets, coming up to rest on Adam's shoulders to finally look at him dead-on.] You know that and I know that, but just promise me anyway. It'll…help. [It'll help him feel better is really what he means.]

[ Adam is a liar and he doesn't think his word is good for very much, but he tells himself he has to keep this promise. Being around Luke started as a sort of protection deal, to get in good with someone strong who wasn't likely to betray him. It some ways it's still partially that, a big reason why he'd never abandon him, but also... Luke is damaged just like him. If there's no one who's there for them, they have to be there for each other. Luke has become his friend more than anything. ]

I promise. I won't bail no matter what happens. Even if there's an alien in there, I won't let it have you. [ How is he going to do that? Who knows, but he's promised it so now he has to do it. There's a pause and he's slow to move, but his arms come around Luke for a hug. It's loose, like it's alright if Luke wants to break away. He just has something to say first: ] Thank you.

[It wouldn't matter. He's already resigned himself to the fact he'd protect Adam Parrish until the project ended or Luke himself died, but he refused to let anything happen to this kid. He started as a student and protege. Now he's probably Luke's favorite person on this ship solely because he gets it.

So even if it were a lie, he'd believe it. He doesn't say anything, though the hug surprises him. He doesn't pull back though his shoulders tense like he's unsure what to do with that. He doesn't exactly return the gesture, but one of the hands on Adam's shoulder comes up to loosely drape in what would probably be a one-armed hug if he wasn't so perplexed but it's there. It's still contact and it's still by his own volition.]

Don't thank me for anything yet. Thank me when you get out of here alive. […but this helps, too.] I'm not going to ask if you think things will be okay…but think they'll be good enough for today?

[ That's alright, it's weird. Everything about this is weird, but it makes him feel better to actually have some human contact. He pulls back soon enough to make it a little less weird, but he doesn't regret it. Something could easily happen to one of them at any point, and he wants Luke to know he appreciates him. ]

You've done more than you needed to. [ He never expected this sort of kindness from people here. He manages a smile, not feeling easy but feeling like he can get through the week. So he nods. ] Yeah. Someone's going to kill for this, but it won't be me. And it won't be us getting hunted. That's all I can ask for.

[ He holds up his fist expectantly for a bump. ]

[The weirdest part is that now that that's happened Luke's more likely to be casually affectionate and assume that's okay. So good job Adam I guess. Still, he's...not quite settled and not quite happy but he feels better. Adam's mind is off of the killing, his mind is off of what he saw on the datapad, and he's confident they'll be able to get through this week without anything awful happening to either of them.]

That's about all I can ask for, too. [And okay, okay...there goes the fistbump and he smirks softly.] Enough of that. I'm gonna go back to the cafeteria for something. You comin' or stayin'?

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