Who Needs Luck When You Have Skill?

Hi. You can call me Battat. I use he/him. Im a pippins working in the TV World. Feel free to ask me whatever. Or dont. I dont really care.

Also dont mind the cut on this post. There's nothing there but for some reason it keeps showing up when I pin a post.

<Tip: There is actually stuff down there :-]>

Hunger never abated the fear and the terror and the fright felt only grows bigger on the world with each day that passes. Never a chance to allow rest with each moment simply being too stuffed full of things. An endless waterfall of the trauma never left to process.

Searching for a proof of something happening that could never be found, desperately clawing for that last piece to put the board together. Safety unable to be found and unavailable. The thing you are searching for does not exist at this current moment of time. Safety, false.

There was something and then you couldn't find it anymore. Tears your only sign of things.

Poppy watches the tears and emotions and the feeling that he can never do anything continues to settle in so deeply. He never is able to do anything in the end is he, always failing in missing the mark. Never enough in the ways that it matters to be a support and a foundation for those around. Those eyes darting towards the door from Battat, a omen of things to come. He's going to leave isn't he.

He's going to be left behind again.

Even as Pluey squeezes his hand it is barely felt, though he squeezes back once it is done, the touch always is nice. Even if it can't do much here in the end for things, Just a bit of whipped cream on a rotting dish.

Then the true confirmation, he's going to go, leave, Battat is going to leave him behind. Not even looking back. He's not going to come back he won't why would he come back he is just going to be left behind no no no. The two hands now holding his are barely even there no no no this is bad.

Poppy just watches with big eyes as Jongler says those words to him, the doom settled in deep.

-🪱 anon aka @pocket-full-of-poppies [OOC - Finally transitioning from using a anon tag to properly @ ing myself for ease of finding each other!]

[Battat’s eyes ached and he had a matching headache forming. The floor tiles were melted and blurry through tears and it was difficult to breathe through sobs.]

[what was he waiting for? Why was he still there? He already said he was going to go. He knew nobody could come with.]

[even if it sounded nice. It simply wouldn’t do. It’s wouldn’t calm his mind or satisfy his need for control. He wouldn’t feel safe. That fact made it worse.]

[Jongler saw Battat standing there. He said nothing so they decided to ask him again. Their voice was soft. It was warm like an heirloom quilt. Concern laced the edges.]

Battat, did you want anybody with you?

[Battat still took a moment to respond. His hand balled up into a tight fist at his side, the other fiddled with the edge of his poncho.]

[His head raised slightly before he shook it “no”]

[Battat caught a glimpse of Poppy’s face before his head fell back down. His panic mingled with guilt and a horrible feeling bloomed in his chest. It crawled up his throat and he feelt nauseous.]

[he wanted to stay. He wanted their company. He wanted to be normal.]

[he couldn’t. He had to leave. He just had to. He needed to make himself feel safe.]

[Pluey looked to Jongler. Despite the situation they were relatively calm. Calmer than they had been before. What had changed? Did they just get used to the stress?]

[Pluey was shocked when Jongler simply said,”

Ok.

[Jongler nodded once.]

Don’t be gone too long now!

[their eye curves up in a small smile. Their voice wavers but they still make an attempt to lighten the mood. They know if he doesn’t come back they will worry and they will look for him.]

[Battat grunts and nods in response seemingly agreeing to come back.]

[he turns to leave and can’t bring himself to look again. His feet feel heavy but he walks to the door and leaves.]

[he had no destination. Just a goal. To feel safe. Unwatchable.]

-❤️‍🩹

[the voice continued and Tapper felt sick. Her heart beat a little too loudly for her liking. She stayed quiet for a while.]

[when she spoke again her voice was quite and shaky. It was clear that she tried to control it as best as she could.]

…y-you can hear my t-thoughts?

[she had to have been going crazy. She had to have been! It would’ve been easy to believe!]

Why are you h-here? What d-do you want?

[Mira joins them and holds the door open. It chuckles at its own comment, but it's still serious about bringing him up.]

- 🪞🪽

[Ramb tilts his head in confusion but doesn’t say anything. If Mira said it was irrelevant then he’d take its word. He already had enough on his plate. If needed he’d just ask about it later. Much later.]

[Chip watched as Ramb disappeared behind the door. They were missing out on information.]

[their eyes slowly drifted back to the zappers. They could stay here and listen to that but they doubted they’d learn much else. They could listen at the door and hope to hear Ramb but why would that do that? Why would they want to hear him?]

[ cynth immediately sighs, slouches and puts their hands in their pockets. before stretching amd cracking their back ]

this is way better. so shall we go?

[ they open the door to the S-Rank room and motion for Ramb and Mira to enter ]

🪻anon

[Ramb is momentarily surprised by the change.]

Oh! Back to usual already, luv?

🎶🎈🎉 Haaaappy birthday to youu 🎂🎁🎶

Like my customer service facade is pretty Poppy lmao!

He’d be good at people facing jobs because he’s nice [and undervalues himself] and helpful! Also I work in the meat department which is very much in his realm of expertise.

[ cynth starts slithering to the S-Rank room before stopping. ]

also ramb, if anything we say about it is too much or you aren’t ready then you can back out at any time. this will be pretty horrific.

🪻anon

I’d sure hope it’s not. It’s affecting Poppy and not Kris anyway.

[Ramb makes no comment on the Toby part. At most it confuses him but he had enough to worry about already.]

Don’t worry about me, luv. I’ll tell you if I’m done.

[Mira grabs their tea to take with.]

Cynth, are you gonna come with or stay here?

- 🪞🪽

[Ramb moves from behind the bar to head towards the S-Rank room.]

And. No, actually, I didn't know if Ramb knew, hence why I asked. But if I'm right about Hadal, well. Even I don't know what'll happen.

- 🪞🪽

I uh-

[he seemed hesitant]

It’s not going to do me much good to not know. If anything will drive me mad it’ll be my own imagination. I’m sure my head will be just fine, luv.

[he chuckles quietly.]

It’s better to not put it off.

[he seemed calmer than a moment ago but not by much.]