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dr. michael robinavitch

TW: Suicidal ideation

It's always there, one way or another, but sometimes it gets loud enough that it's impossible to ignore.

( TW: Suicidal Ideation (not graphic) )

It's been a complicated couple of weeks.

Mostly, he's been working and sleeping and running and trying his damndest not to think. He's been drinking a little more than he would usually and he's bought cigarettes and, when he's smoked them all, he's bought more. He's pissed off with himself about that -- it had been a bitch to mostly kick the habit, when he'd done it back in Pittsburgh. He's spent time with Nikita and that has helped, honestly; it's refreshingly uncomplicated, what they've got going on. He's picked up extra shifts. He's avoided Jack as much as he can

And it's been two weeks since that day up at Kagua and nothing is any clearer than it was before.
Which tracks.

It's a bright, clear day, fucking freezing and, instead of a roof, he finds himself on the beach, down on the sand. He wishes it was warm enough to surf but, even in a wetsuit, that water is far too cold. He ends up just sitting, huddled in his coat, staring out at the water with a cigarette smoldering between two fingers.

If he waits long enough, maybe everything will start to make sense.

ooc: Dr. Abbot isn't the only one with an ongoing existential crisis. Find Robby on the beach any time it suits your pup or, if it works better, on his way back towards his apartment near the hospital.

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GATHERING: 'tis the season

Though December 1st is a work- and school day for most, that does nothing to stop the party that heralds the opening of Darrow's finest (only) ski lodge.

From morning to night, the gathering goes on, an informal party marked by a variety of welcoming options from Kagura's staff. With reservations and rooms open, snow on the slopes for those who wished to ski, and a pond for those more inclined to skate, Kagura welcomes Darrow's residents to enjoy the beginning of the festive season. The fireplaces in the foyer burn bright, bedecked with boughs of holly, and the cheerful staff happily provide assistance and hot beverage to any and all.

It's an opening not unlike any other for Kagura. With that comes the promise of their mysterious and most persistent guest, the mistletoe which no member of the staff seems to recall having hung up. Neither do any of them have any explanation but a shrug and a light apology for any inconvenience when asked how it moves. Yet with or without explanation — and with no help from the staff for those trapped — the mistletoe springs up here and there throughout the lodge, sprigs of the plant snaring unsuspecting guests within their perimeter to await a kiss. But then, that, like so much else about Kagura, is purely tradition, and what is a danger to some is an enticement for others. If nothing else, it's hard to resist the call of novelty.

[ Happy holidays from the Kagura staff! The hotel is officially open for the season. ]

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Dated November, 2025:

Sihyun and Jae-eun work on wedding planning.

[ HERE | ongoing | the usual for these two ]

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rumi,
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zoey

I can be your sanctuary

They would have been preparing for the Idol Awards at home.

It hasn't been a full year since Rumi arrived in Darrow. It hasn't even been half a year. Even so, one of the many things she associates with winter is award show season, all the stages they would have been planning and preparing, the countless hours of practice. She's still not used to this life. She hasn't had this much free time since she was a little girl, if even then. It's nice to get some rest, she won't pretend it isn't, but it's also unexpectedly stressful. She's not used to having nothing to do.

At home, she'd kept busy because her jobs demanded it and because when her thoughts were on work, it was easier to push all her fears aside. They'd still crowd her at night, all her worries about what her loved ones would think if they knew she was half-demon, and only exhausting herself completely was enough to let her sleep properly, but she could at least mostly shut them out of her waking hours. Here, she finds a lot to do, but it lacks the structure of work. There's no one to be accountable to but herself, no one to drag her out of her thoughts when she's working out alone.

No one to stop her from sitting down on a bench, looking out over the sea, her cellphone in her hands. The wind whips at her purple hair, tied back in its customary braid, and she swipes at the screen, scrolling through her photo gallery.

She saved a lot of videos and pictures back then, feeling foolishly like any other girl her age. It's not like she's never been a stan herself, and she has her share of favorites she's fangirled over like anyone else, but this was different and much, much stupider. She felt it then and she feels it now, how absurd it was to hold onto mementos of someone she actually knew. She's not sure if she's thankful she did or not. All it does is prolong the hurt, but she couldn't bear it, she thinks, if she forgot Jinu, too, the sound of his voice, his eyes. No TikTok reel captures the way he'd looked at her when they were alone, but she likes the clips from the audience who were there during the Saja Boys' busking performance, polished and sugar sweet but so much more real than the candy-coated gloss of the MV, which she has saved, too.

She's just poking a bruise now. She knows that. But there's a certain comfort in the pain, too, a concrete reminder that it was real. He was real.

They were real.

Rumi huffs out a quiet laugh and sings along, voice far sweeter than the upbeat pop tune calls for. "When you're in my arms, I hold you so tight. Can't let go, no, no, not tonight. 지금 당장 날 봐, 시간 없잖아, 넌 내꺼야, 이미 알고 있잖아."

[ Catch Rumi nursing baby's first heartbreak on the boardwalk. Feel free to recognize her from her busking performances or the like. She could use the distraction and friends (current and new). Open until this says otherwise. ]