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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]

[Nate goes for the water. It's simpler than tea; he doesn't have have to worry about sugar or milk or whatever goes in tea. All of the hydration, none of the hassle.]

Could hardly do worse.

[a_shadow]

No, I don't think we could.

[ The server returns then with their pastries; Tex nudges her plate a little closer to herself, but doesn't dig in. ]

Maybe something could be done about it. I don't know.

[sketchycharacter]

[He picks at his but doesn't put anything in his mouth. Acknowledging that the food exists is a kind of progress.]

Probably not. There's fuck-ups everywhere, at every level.

[He's barely thinking of the captains now. Or whoever runs this fucking planet.]

[a_shadow]

That's true, I know, but maybe if someone campaigned for something to change...

[ She sighs. ]

I don't know. Wishful thinking.

[sketchycharacter]

Can't say I really give a damn about it right now.

[The fuck-ups didn't have anything to do with Elena's death, causing or stopping it.]

[a_shadow]

Fair enough.

[ Nathan doesn't seem up for caring about much. Just about the grief he's being wracked with. She takes small sips of her tea and small bites of her pastry as they continue to sit, without digging into it enthusiastically—she wants to be seen as commiserating with him. ]