Stacia, Nothing-to-See-Here (
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nightlogs2023-12-28 07:15 pm
Entry tags:
Comfort In; Dump Out
Who: Stacia and Dan
What: Giving and receiving emotional support while grappling with trauma.
Where: Dan's room at the Pole
When: Not too long after Halloween, specifically after Dan and Stacia's encounters with Elle.
Warnings/Notes: Discussion of trauma and dismemberment
Stacia's nerves are jangling like a box of silverware being thrown down a flight of stairs. She keeps grinding her teeth and flexing her fingers and she wants to bite something over and over again until it stops moving. She's broken into a sprint several times, in her shoes, in her bare feet, and with paws; but none of those have helped her shake this feeling. Though to be fair, she hadn't expected it to help. She'd tried to run from the trauma when it happened and she hadn't been able to do it then either. Because she hadn't had -- no, shut up, shut up, shut up! Brain! Shut up!
Yeah, this isn't something she's going to be able to shake on her own. She's not a creature who finds comfort in being solitary. This situation calls for cuddles.
It doesn't take her long to reach Dan's room after she's reached that conclusion. She hopes he's awake, and not engaged in any canoodling. She'd feel bad for waking him up, or cock-blocking him.
What: Giving and receiving emotional support while grappling with trauma.
Where: Dan's room at the Pole
When: Not too long after Halloween, specifically after Dan and Stacia's encounters with Elle.
Warnings/Notes: Discussion of trauma and dismemberment
Stacia's nerves are jangling like a box of silverware being thrown down a flight of stairs. She keeps grinding her teeth and flexing her fingers and she wants to bite something over and over again until it stops moving. She's broken into a sprint several times, in her shoes, in her bare feet, and with paws; but none of those have helped her shake this feeling. Though to be fair, she hadn't expected it to help. She'd tried to run from the trauma when it happened and she hadn't been able to do it then either. Because she hadn't had -- no, shut up, shut up, shut up! Brain! Shut up!
Yeah, this isn't something she's going to be able to shake on her own. She's not a creature who finds comfort in being solitary. This situation calls for cuddles.
It doesn't take her long to reach Dan's room after she's reached that conclusion. She hopes he's awake, and not engaged in any canoodling. She'd feel bad for waking him up, or cock-blocking him.

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He grins enough to show that missing tooth. He isn't broke anymore. Bunny finds him veins of gold and rare orchids to fence, and now Dan has some deeply underutilized health insurance. He doesn't want to start seeing healthcare providers regularly, and having grown up without ever setting foot in a clinic, hospital or doctor's office, he really has no idea what sort of benefits they could offer him, so he doesn't go. He doesn't even really consider it.
"These two." He points to a hot pink and a cherry red, figuring that they'll contrast with his blue eyes and that Stacia will find a way to work those warm colors without making it look like he's got a rash.
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"We're going to start with your upper lid, so go ahead and pick one of those two colors." She'd recommend the red, but this isn't about the colors right now, it's about the technique. "For this, you're going to need either a flat angled brush--" she pulls one out of her kit, "--or just a regular flat detail brush. Most people recommend the angle, I personally use the flat detail brush; it's really just a matter of taste."
She holds the two brushes out for him to pick one.