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[sketchycharacter]

[locked to people who know Elena Fisher]

elena's dead

[....yeah that's all. Odds are good that Nate will not want to reply to questions, condolences or comments regarding the recent tragedy, though Chloe Frazer might. However, he can be found...]

wandering; Once the shock has passed—if it ever does—Nate wanders for hours. Fuck, maybe days, he doesn't know. He just doesn't want to go back to the house in Region 1 where she isn't.

Eventually he finds himself in a well-wooded park. For lack of anything else to do, he climbs a tree.

at home; When he finally does make it back, Nate parks his ass on the couch, where he'll be sleeping until—well, he can't count on there being an "until." Maybe he'll just live on the couch forever. Sorry, Pepper, Varric, etc.

at the ingress complex; Nate comes by the facility a couple of times, to ask for news or if they can guarantee that they'll be able to bring her back, because he knows that people have returned, and he knows that they don't always.

He walks away both times, unable to stand it if the answer is no.]

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[sketchycharacter]

I was staying in the tree.

[Obviously. But that's apparently a no-go now.]

Figured I'd make my way home eventually. [He waves vaguely in the direction of where he lives.] Or pass out in an alley.

[worn_wings]

Nah, we'll get you home.

[ If nothing else Daryl is pretty supportive in binge-drinking endeavors. So, hooray friendship? ]

[sketchycharacter]

Great. I'll try not to puke on you.

[Hooray friendship. Hooray poor life choices, which mean about as much as good life choices at this point.]

[worn_wings]

[ A day when you get to make life choices is better than a day you don't, right? At least they've got that going for them.

He just huffs a somewhat humorless laugh and gives Nate a friendly thump on the shoulder as they walk. ]