Greek Mythology Roleplay

Kahlen 
Kahlen noticed Auberon's expression. Oh boy. Here we go. 

Auberon
"Are you just going to stare at me or are we going to aactually do something or at least talk?" Auberon snapped. His mind told him he shouldn't have done that but he had skipped his meds and was therefore more easily flustered.

Kahlen 
"Which would you prefer?" Tread lightly, Kahlen.

Auberon
"I don't care." Auberon had managed to sound less angry that time.

Kahlen 
Kahlen stopped herself before she could say what she was thinking. Bad idea. How to deal with this I did it before- "Okay, what are you worried about?" She asked, getting frustrated with delicately trying to approach the subject.

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Auberon
"I'm not worried about anything." 

Kahlen 
"Then what's up?" 

Auberon
"Nothing that you don't already know." Except I haven't taken my meds today. 

Jimmy
 "You know it." He held the film up triumphantly. "One of the old zombie movies that newbies to the Hermes cabin are basically required to watch. Used to scare me as a little kid."

Freddie
"Sounds perfect. Are we at the microwave yet?" Freddie took another drink of her soda. At this rate it would be empty by the time they sat down for the movie, but she could take one of Jimmy's many newly-acquired orange ones.

Jimmy
 "Not quite." Only a few more seconds passed until that changed. "Okay, now we are," Jim replied, entering the room, which, like it had been the previous time, was empty except for them. Lilly was here last time, though. And Freddie could walk and see. It's different now. He pushed the troubling thoughts away, glancing at the movie in his hand. That's still the same. And so is popcorn. And sodas. See, not all is lost. Not all is different.

Freddie
She fumbled for her cube to fidget, accidentally knocking her soda off of her chair. It hit the ground with a thump and she heard the soda fizz a little, probably spilling over the floorboards. Cursing under her breath, Freddie glanced up at Jimmy. "I'm sorry. I would clean that up myself, but..." the stupid everything is keeping me from doing that. And now he has to clean up my mess. And now I feel awful.

Jimmy
 He set the movie down on the table, turning back around and blinking down at Freddie's soda can. It was bubbling and fizzing, yes, but had miraculously managed not to spill out. "That's... odd," he muttered, bending down and picking it up. "Here." He handed it back to her. "It's all good. It didn't spill. Dunno how."

Freddie
"Oh. Cool." She took a sip. It was a little flatter now, but hey, at least it wasn't all over the floor. "I wish Noah was here," Freddie mumbled, twisting the cube in her hands.

Jimmy
 He had been about to grab the bag of popcorn, but her words caused him to pause. A moment of silence followed as he battled with what to say. Good job, Freddie. I'd just managed to not think about him and now you decided to bring him up again, he hissed internally, though he wasn't really angry. "...I do too," he finally murmured, grabbing the popcorn and setting it beside the movie. "But you know what? We're doing just fine." No we're not. She's crippled, and you're not much better, if we're taking mental health into consideration.