jk it's one of the libraries. Rosamund is laying ponderously on the ground, a book open across her chest, staring at the ceiling. She's come to no profound conclusions about the what the lack of a murder means, and the plan to revive them all hasn't quite hit fruition, so she's waiting. Antsy, dry-mouthed. She doesn't startle when she hears footsteps. She just waits.]
Dahut will meander over, enjoying a brief reprieve from the insanity of his CYOA effects. Ah, clarity of mind! He misses you so much when you're gone! He'll settle down next to her, tucking his legs up.]
A little of that, a little of wanting to give everyone a break from dealing with my terrible side-effects, a little preemptive nostalgia...
[He's been here for so long, after all - longer than almost anyone, and losing this stupid fuckin Helly Belly represents losing a lot of things to him, in the same way he imagines it means to Rosamund.]
[Very grateful its standard edition Dahut for the moment. Alter Dahut can wait.]
Oh. So you did knew you weren't quite yourself. [Not that he wasn't cheery, but it was a more palatable brand of it. Less denial involved.]
Nostalgia? [Odd. She turns her head and blinks up at him, curious. Hesitant to say much about herself.] I suppose I'm all right, really. I just don't like having to sit on my heels and wait. I know we've got a plan underway and things didn't turn out like we expected last night, but it all feels a little too...tidy.
I can tell that I'm not acting quite right when I'm out of those moods, at least... When I'm in them, not so much!
[Which is just all kinds of frustrating but it's fine, it's fine.]
But yes! I've grown a bit attached. [HIS HELLY BELLY HOME... He didn't even spend much time in this library and when he did it was getting attacked by small flesh rats.] Worried about something going wrong at the last minute, then?
[She really hopes so. It's the strangest effects she's seen coming out of one these at all. At least he wasn't a ghost, like Sheba or Diluc.]
I can guess that, yeah. You've been down here an awfully long time, haven't you? [Much longer than he'd spent on the ship proper. She smiles up at him, folding one ankle over the other.]
There's more than enough time for it, yes. Or rather, I'm worried about what may happen after. There's a lot of loose ends to tie up.
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Any way we can help it stop? I know it was...um. Likely an experiment, and you have your heart... [Frowns. Perhaps this is much less of her business than she's making it to be.] Well, I'm glad that there may be an end to it yet. I prefer you as you are, most certainly.
What would you miss most about this place? Or — actually, was there anything fun I missed? You all seemed to be having a lot of adventures down here.
Aha, it's actually just a lingering effect from the terrible adventure I went on. It should clear up on its own, so there's no need to worry! I can say wholeheartedly that I prefer me as I am, too.
[Bouncing between the wild highs and lows of insane hopeful optimism and unshakeable depression has been tiring for him and stressful for his memory bank... BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY:]
I do like the labs! [TERRIBLE.] And I'm not sure about fun, really... We didn't start having our parties until you showed up!
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WEEK 6: Friday
jk it's one of the libraries. Rosamund is laying ponderously on the ground, a book open across her chest, staring at the ceiling. She's come to no profound conclusions about the what the lack of a murder means, and the plan to revive them all hasn't quite hit fruition, so she's waiting. Antsy, dry-mouthed. She doesn't startle when she hears footsteps. She just waits.]
Not sure what to do, either?
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Dahut will meander over, enjoying a brief reprieve from the insanity of his CYOA effects. Ah, clarity of mind! He misses you so much when you're gone! He'll settle down next to her, tucking his legs up.]
A little of that, a little of wanting to give everyone a break from dealing with my terrible side-effects, a little preemptive nostalgia...
[He's been here for so long, after all - longer than almost anyone, and losing this stupid fuckin Helly Belly represents losing a lot of things to him, in the same way he imagines it means to Rosamund.]
How are you feeling?
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Oh. So you did knew you weren't quite yourself. [Not that he wasn't cheery, but it was a more palatable brand of it. Less denial involved.]
Nostalgia? [Odd. She turns her head and blinks up at him, curious. Hesitant to say much about herself.] I suppose I'm all right, really. I just don't like having to sit on my heels and wait. I know we've got a plan underway and things didn't turn out like we expected last night, but it all feels a little too...tidy.
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[Which is just all kinds of frustrating but it's fine, it's fine.]
But yes! I've grown a bit attached. [HIS HELLY BELLY HOME... He didn't even spend much time in this library and when he did it was getting attacked by small flesh rats.] Worried about something going wrong at the last minute, then?
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[She really hopes so. It's the strangest effects she's seen coming out of one these at all. At least he wasn't a ghost, like Sheba or Diluc.]
I can guess that, yeah. You've been down here an awfully long time, haven't you? [Much longer than he'd spent on the ship proper. She smiles up at him, folding one ankle over the other.]
There's more than enough time for it, yes. Or rather, I'm worried about what may happen after. There's a lot of loose ends to tie up.
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Not really... But the last time I had to deal with something like this, it didn't really lessen, either. It just stopped.
[HE HOPES IT WILL DO THAT THIS TIME TOO or he'll just die.]
But yes, I have! Almost two months now... [Much, much longer than the time he'd spent on the ship.]
That's a fair concern, though. Always the loose ends...
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Any way we can help it stop? I know it was...um. Likely an experiment, and you have your heart... [Frowns. Perhaps this is much less of her business than she's making it to be.] Well, I'm glad that there may be an end to it yet. I prefer you as you are, most certainly.
What would you miss most about this place? Or — actually, was there anything fun I missed? You all seemed to be having a lot of adventures down here.
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Aha, it's actually just a lingering effect from the terrible adventure I went on. It should clear up on its own, so there's no need to worry! I can say wholeheartedly that I prefer me as I am, too.
[Bouncing between the wild highs and lows of insane hopeful optimism and unshakeable depression has been tiring for him and stressful for his memory bank... BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY:]
I do like the labs! [TERRIBLE.] And I'm not sure about fun, really... We didn't start having our parties until you showed up!