worthallthis | IC Inbox: In the Night

[It's a start, and the Soldier nods approvingly.]

See, you had a plan. The beginnings of one. Just need to fill in details. You're going to have to ask questions, too. Bringing someone to just play interrogator isn't what she's asking for in this.

[They hand the letter back. Tactical analysis helps. Gives them focus. Lets them put aside who they're talking about.]

So pick your person. Write down questions for each of you. Consider contingencies. Daylight. I want you to be safe.

[They also want to hover outside the church with a gun just in case.]

[ daylight smiles at the last comment, clearly touched by soldat's concern. it takes him a second to find his voice again because, funnily enough, his vocoder is suddenly overwhelmed by a rush of static and white noise.

when he finally can find the words again, he manages out a shy and touched, ] Thanks, Soldat. That... That means a lot to me.

[ he falls quiet again as he looks away while his winglets flutter in bashfulness, trying to find a way to express his own wishes of this situation. he thinks what he has now is enough. ] I want to make sure this ends well for everyone.

[ for them. for dr. solis. for the spirits. for those who couldn't get this far like dr. ingram's group and for those helped them get this far at the expense of their own life like winters. ]

We're in this together, after all! Right? [ right, he believes and hopes. ]

[It's a lot to ask, being "in this together" with actual medical doctors. But it's Daylight, the one who trusts everyone and expects the best of everyone. They can't not support him. Fuck. So they say:]

Yeah.

[Let's get back on task, though. So they don't perjure themselves, or something. Or get embarrassed.]

So what do you want to ask her.

... A lot.

[ okay okay okay- that's not very useful, he knows thankfully, he does clarify that bit by explaining a little further: ] I guess the first thing I want to do is figure out what she doesn't want to answer, whatever her reasons are.

Because... How do I push for information? Should I push for information? Should the other person do it? I want us to get along but... at the same time, I know the others will want to use this chance to finally shed light on what's happening to us.

[ because being in the figurative dark has been the sticking point for a lot of people here. not knowing what's happening and wanting the answers so badly is what caused the feast's events to spiral out the way they did. day is trying to keep this in mind the most as he thinks of things to ask and things to do. ]

I think. She'll know you want to know things. If she's smart at all, she'll expect it.

[It's so hard to talk about her as if she's not a goddamn doctor, but they can't upset Daylight more. They have to help him.]

Ask her. Go in with as many questions as you want. But ask her from the start what she won't answer.

[That might be a good place to start. The Soldier does not generally partake in interrogations, except sometimes as a threat or as backup for torture purposes, but they have seen them.]

[ daylight's optics glow at the advice on asking her pointblank what she won't answer. ]

Oh! That's a really good point! Hang on-

[ daylight rummages through his messenger bag/belt and pulls out his tablet so he could open it up and put down notes. he doesn't want to forget any of these details or advice, so having it somewhere stored for him to memorise or look up would be great.

but as he types at his tablet, he slows down a bit when an idea comes to him. daylight looks up at soldat and lets out a breathless suggestion before thinking it through: ] Do you think it'll be a good idea to give her access to the network?

I mean- I still have Winters' tablet and it's here in the cabin. She said she wasn't connected to us... so... maybe she could...?

[ he does hesitate when making his suggestion. from his understanding, there's no real way to. seeing winters' username - since it was on the directory long enough for the first wave of them to remember - popup might alarm others. ]

[The Soldier blinks, momentarily distracted from worry by the surprise of hearing that.]

You're the one who has it. Winter's tablet. We were wondering.

[Giving it away seems like… a really dumb idea, actually. Not without letting people with actual technological skills do some poking around on it, anyway.]

There might be a lot of intel on that. We should find a different tablet if you want to give her one.

[Which is to say, it's not a bad idea, but maybe not that tablet in particular. Surely there are spares somewhere.]

Um... Yeah. [ daylight scratches the back of his neck, looking sheepish as he gives a nervous 'yep! me!' smile at soldat. ] I was Winters' roommate in the early days of Beacon. I saw where he usually placed it and... after the lighthouse...

[ it didn't seem right to snoop into winters' possessions, day knows, but he had been curious about the man after his passing. he wanted to learn more about him and, while not a lot, it did inform him of some interesting bits.

like this- ]

I poked around it for a bit and I don't think there's much intel in it. The most notable thing I could find was, um, this conversation he had with Robin. [ daylight tilts his helm on the side, humming thoughtfully as he tried to remember the exact details of the conversation. ] It was about Dr. Ingram. Set before our arrival.

[They kind of doubt that's the only thing of interest, and it honestly doesn't sound particularly useful to the group as a whole, but don't push it.

Especially since there's another "doctor" there, and they have to suppress another flinch. They already know William Ingram isn't that kind of doctor, but the word still brings up terrible feelings.]

Ask Inram if he has others he can spare for her. Or ask Solis why she isn't on it already. If she's the one who puts us together when we die. And the original Beacon resident. She ought to know how we get them and how they work. Might not have one on purpose.

Oh! That's a really good idea!

[ daylight hurries to type that down on his tablet, not wanting to forget anything that's being said.

it would be weird to not ask dr. ingram if they had spare tablets lying around. with how often they get new faces every month, it makes sense to... have a lot waiting in the wings. why hadn't he thought of that sooner?

this is why he's gone to soldat and the others: pieces of information here comes in really handy, be it today or tomorrow. ] I hope Mr. Ingarm is open to the idea of giving them away to others. It'll be nice to keep in contact with Ms. Solis and keep her up to date on stuff more easily. [ because daylight had realised his mistake from earlier and tries to correct that now, careful in the way he addresses the other adults. (sorry, soldat. that was his bad.)

but his excited typing soon begins to slow down when he hears the rest of soldat's suggestions and commentary. day looks at soldat over his tablet, optics wide and his half-seen expression now best described as 'very nervous' for some reason. ]

I think I can answer some of those questions for you if you want... But do you promise to not... you know...

[ not bring out the gun? or have the gum come in any equation. ]

[Promise not to what. The Soldier stares at Daylight a moment, trying to follow that train of thought. Finally they settle on a standard response to a nervous expression.]

Daylight. I'm not going to hurt you. Pretty much ever.

[ daylight smiles at soldat in gratitude, surprisingly touched by that statement.

but- no! day! come on, you gotta focus. ] I know you won't.

It's just... I need you to promise that for Ms. Solis too. Just until we figure out how we can help one another. I know... I know there's a lot of suspicions against her but I want us to get along.

Because we know where she is. [ he takes a deep vent, his winglets wriggling in nervousness. ] She's... She's the Friend Under the Basement.

[ soldat is the first person he's confined this bit of information too. ]

[Okay, yes, that is harder to assure. But at least they're sure they can't take out the person who brings them back if they die... or the original Beacon resident... it's too important a resource. It just is harder to say out loud.

The Soldier huffs out a little sigh, like it's a trial to say he won't shoot someone in the face.]

I won't. I'm not stupid.

[A pause, and then the slightly more openly truthful addition:]

Unless she does something, first. As long as she doesn't. She's fine.

You're one of the smartest people I know, Soldat. You definitely aren't.

... And thanks. For trusting me on this. I know it's a lot- [ and then some, considering what they know and don't know in this moment. ] -but thank you. It means a lot to me.

[ he smiles at soldat, his winglets flicking up in sincere gratitude. ]

Well- I need to get ready and talk to the others now. I gotta inform them and hear other perspectives for this. [ he hesitates for a bit, wondering about something. ] Do you... Do you want me to keep you updated? About this?

[Well, they're only stupid in regards to some few things. Mostly related to emotions. And themselves. And where those two things intersect. Tactically, they're very smart. They withdraw the flesh hand from their pocket finally and pat Daylight's metal arm.]

Just stay safe. That's all I need.

[They pause, and add a look that says clearly "are you fucking with me right now, Daylight, cuz that is a dumb-ass question", and then the words:]

Yes. Please keep me updated.

[Otherwise they'll fret themselves crazy and wind up really stalking the guy instead of the occasional amiable distance-check-in they do now.]

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