Looks like he can appear anywhere if he focuses enough, so he's just. Well he's somewhere, somewhere in the camp. Just frowning vaguely at it all... it's been a week and a half since he last saw this place. ]
[They can be in the clown theatre/clinic. Alfyn has made great use of the space, and you can't even smell the stinkbomb anymore.
Camille startles a little when he blips into being. Then relaxes. She's been sitting in the near dark alone for a few minutes, trying to sort herself out.]
I think if anyone was going to be impolite to me, you'd rank rather high in people who have a right to be.
No, I doubt that it'll last long. Probably won't be good for prying eyes to see all of the deceased suddenly be walking around in daylight. I suspect it'll only be until the overseers exhaust their usual veil.
I wouldn't be. [Said softly, immediately. She holds his gaze unflinching.] Not to you.
[Give her a moment though. It's a good thing this didn't happen last week, when feelings were bleeding all over the place. She gets to keep these ones in the quiet rumble of her chest, caged as they should be.]
And there's only two of them left to power it. We should count ourselves lucky it's working at all.
[It's not a surprise. Camille ducks her head, watches as she pulls at her own fingers. Thumbs the edge of her sweater. Can't say she'd blame him for shying away.
It hurts, though. To not look herself.]
That's very true. [And now they hit an impasse. She clears her throat, tosses her hair a little. Studies the opposite wall.]
...You're all very lively, it seems. Karlach said you were doing well.
It comes and goes, much like morale does for your side. It's obviously nice to be able to see everyone and be certain that we're all alright with our own eyes, after all the tears and blood shed past Thursday and into Sunday.
Still, we're concerned with where we're headed towards and what it could mean, what any of us can do. Rest assured, the less misery for all, the better...
Less misery is a good goal. But I don't know how we'll swing it, with the plan of action in mind.
[There's many things to ask. Practical demands, answers, explanations. Justifications. That would make him flicker, though. She's seen it enough times to know better.]
Either way, it's less than two weeks off. Whatever end is coming. Whether we'll all be joining you or erased in a more permanent way, who's to say.
If your side is safer, though, then...it's for best, that you've got the numbers. Someone's got to get out of this, alive or dead.
...They've really left you in a complicated stance, where this is concerned.
[ Found as a monster, failed to vote, assassinated, brought back... it's a lot of work only for misery. She gets a brief memshare AU of her at Jamba Juice. 'Why' listen. It's Jamba Juice with Karma and a few other deda if that helps. ]
[She fidgets with the hem of her sleeve. Thinks about how she'd slipped the scalpel inside of it, a hasty thieving from the surgery ward. How Alfyn's presence in the wing shamed her out of it. Things aren't there yet. Miraculously. Were she going this alone she'd have little reason to hold back.]
Can't say anyone else is having a picnic, either. [Her mouth twitches, uneasy.] But...thank you.
I hope you get one too. More than just whatever is over there.
[Nothing has been easy for Daan. Not once. Dying might have been the best mercy he's ever got.]
[ He says but like. He is actually in head bandages just like how he left everyone in W4, but also more bandages around what's visible past his sleeves. That's fine, normal shenanigans. ]
Hectic, but what can you do when there's this many people? I'd almost call it lively, but then it'd just sound like a bad joke.
...
You're a smart girl, as much as everyone else is. You've caught wind of what's being whispered around, haven't you?
[The energy of realizing he's been in bandages this whole time is like realizing W2 that Asa has only one arm.
There's a fond snort at that. She'd seen Izutsumi clambouring over him. No point in pestering him about reconciliation then, it seems the dead as a whole find themselves in forgiving moods. Jovial ones, even.]
...Yeah. Had a talk with Essek that put it in plainer terms. Bring the numbers too low to work, then send us all off where they can't find us.
[Death. If it all goes according to plan. Can't say she's looking forward to the Jim Jones finale, but she hates the idea of living under the cult's eye for any longer.]
Looks like we'll all be catching a break in a week no matter what.
[ STOP if it helps he's usually in longsleeves anyway and the fact that the head bandage situation is how he left off on W4 helps. Frankly he's not sure why Izutsumi bothers with him but he's not going to be a dick to her so becoming her catpole it is. ]
Great. Figured you'd be on the latest page.
[ He picks at a part of his fringe off to the side absently. ]
Of course. Doesn't keep it from feeling rancid. Nobody likes the conclusion we've reached.
She watches him adjust his hair and her own fingers twitch. Lovely soft thing that it is. It would only be mist if she reached for it anyway.]
Of course not. But it's better than any alternative. [What use are all their wishes if they can't use them where they're needed most? If there was ever a time for her to be endeared by magic, that ship has long since set sail.] It would be nice though. To see you all again. More solidly.
[Her lips press tight. She bites at them from the inside. Turns away, inhaling, feeling the tremor in her chest and loathing herself for it.]
[ Oh yeah, he's actually looking better on that front these days too. Hair actually kind of neat and less of that constant humidity-and-unkemptness-caused curls. Francy was like you can SPECIFICALLY talk about Jamba Juice and showers so there you go.
He only hums mildly at the first part. It's a conversation that's been worn down to bones by now for him. It feels like nearly every day, he wakes up and says something along the lines of 'wish it wasn't like this' to somebody, but that's all he can do. And then he goes silent, a slight frown on his face. Thank god it isn't emotionshare week, that particular feeling is mutual, because what he does feel makes him want to rip himself in half. ]
I've... we've all been worried very much about you.
[Dare she take that meager scrap and run with it? "I've." Single syllable, open ended. He could have followed it up with anything.
Why is it that he could only say the things she wants to hear when he was out of his mind and behind a mask, swinging scissors at her with perverted fervor? The purr and the promises made her skin crawl — all the worse that she'd wanted them too. A bond, a cure for loneliness, to know she wasn't too much to hold and have sweet nothings poured into her ear. Even death at his hands.
A nightmare that comes to her sometimes. It can stay at the lakeside and play by the numbers, or it takes any number of twisted turns. Tender ones. Impossible ones.
Camille laughs breathlessly. Her chest aches with the fresh burn. Why can't even this much come easy? Just once?]
Never did inspire anything better than pity, did I? [She scratches at herself, huffs. Tries to keep it under wraps. Richard comes to her now, looking fairy tale dashing as he pull her to safety, her Mother wailing at the police from the other room. Looking down at her hard-scrubbed flesh, unveiled for the first time in the bathrobe. "You're a cutter?"
Case closed for the comely detective. She never heard from him again.]
You're not the first man who couldn't look me in the eye, Daan. I just can't fool 'em anymore by keeping my clothes on. It's always been the way.
[ He can just barely hide that grimace. Pity. Condescending eyes. He hates the idea. ]
That's not what it is. Despite rocky circumstances and... unpleasant conversations, my fault -- I do care for your well-being.
[ He speaks stable, but picks his words carefully enough, just veiled enough. He'd be a fool to feign that level of ignorance though, given she'd kissed him as he was bleeding out into the wet lakeside dirt, even after he'd hurt her so terribly.
He feels it still, the awful thing nesting deep inside his blank soul that delights in it. He breathes quietly and slowly, a soft inhale of air through his teeth. ]
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W6, wednesday
Looks like he can appear anywhere if he focuses enough, so he's just. Well he's somewhere, somewhere in the camp. Just frowning vaguely at it all... it's been a week and a half since he last saw this place. ]
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Camille startles a little when he blips into being. Then relaxes. She's been sitting in the near dark alone for a few minutes, trying to sort herself out.]
Welcome back, doc.
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Didn't know you'd be here right now...
[ The vague awkwardness is mutual. ]
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What kind of ghost would I be to kick you out of your own place?
That should be a question I ask you.
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Whereas I can come crawling back here any time I please. [She pauses. Clucks her tongue.] Or for a little while longer, at least.
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No, I doubt that it'll last long. Probably won't be good for prying eyes to see all of the deceased suddenly be walking around in daylight. I suspect it'll only be until the overseers exhaust their usual veil.
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[Give her a moment though. It's a good thing this didn't happen last week, when feelings were bleeding all over the place. She gets to keep these ones in the quiet rumble of her chest, caged as they should be.]
And there's only two of them left to power it. We should count ourselves lucky it's working at all.
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[ Every time he sees the eyepatch, he's inclined to glance away. ]
I'm sure Death and Famine are doing their best to contribute what they can. We all have our own agendas, but ultimately the same goal.
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It hurts, though. To not look herself.]
That's very true. [And now they hit an impasse. She clears her throat, tosses her hair a little. Studies the opposite wall.]
...You're all very lively, it seems. Karlach said you were doing well.
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Still, we're concerned with where we're headed towards and what it could mean, what any of us can do. Rest assured, the less misery for all, the better...
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[There's many things to ask. Practical demands, answers, explanations. Justifications. That would make him flicker, though. She's seen it enough times to know better.]
Either way, it's less than two weeks off. Whatever end is coming. Whether we'll all be joining you or erased in a more permanent way, who's to say.
If your side is safer, though, then...it's for best, that you've got the numbers. Someone's got to get out of this, alive or dead.
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[ Found as a monster, failed to vote, assassinated, brought back... it's a lot of work only for misery. She gets a brief memshare AU of her at Jamba Juice. 'Why' listen. It's Jamba Juice with Karma and a few other deda if that helps. ]
...I've also made things quite difficult for you.
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...Well.
[Coming down from that high to grim shit, frowning.]
I'm not looking for an apology, Daan. You were going through things. I just stepped into the periphery of it.
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You don't need to force yourself to be kind and try to move on. I'm not a good person, Camille. Even beyond the "afflictions" and whatever else here.
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[She looks to him then. Drained, sure, and a little hurt. But firm.]
I put you through the same shit, just a week earlier. Maybe we didn't get physical about it but that's only because I didn't win the vote.
I'm no saint either, Daan. Before or after this place. And you tried to warn me. I didn't listen.
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I just think you need a break, that's all.
[ That much he can say without a veil, filter, whatever else to hide any deeper thoughts or impressions. Camille seriously needs a break. ]
I doubt our definitions of saints are going to be on the same level.
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Can't say anyone else is having a picnic, either. [Her mouth twitches, uneasy.] But...thank you.
I hope you get one too. More than just whatever is over there.
[Nothing has been easy for Daan. Not once. Dying might have been the best mercy he's ever got.]
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[ He says but like. He is actually in head bandages just like how he left everyone in W4, but also more bandages around what's visible past his sleeves. That's fine, normal shenanigans. ]
Hectic, but what can you do when there's this many people? I'd almost call it lively, but then it'd just sound like a bad joke.
...
You're a smart girl, as much as everyone else is. You've caught wind of what's being whispered around, haven't you?
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There's a fond snort at that. She'd seen Izutsumi clambouring over him. No point in pestering him about reconciliation then, it seems the dead as a whole find themselves in forgiving moods. Jovial ones, even.]
...Yeah. Had a talk with Essek that put it in plainer terms. Bring the numbers too low to work, then send us all off where they can't find us.
[Death. If it all goes according to plan. Can't say she's looking forward to the Jim Jones finale, but she hates the idea of living under the cult's eye for any longer.]
Looks like we'll all be catching a break in a week no matter what.
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Great. Figured you'd be on the latest page.
[ He picks at a part of his fringe off to the side absently. ]
Of course. Doesn't keep it from feeling rancid. Nobody likes the conclusion we've reached.
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She watches him adjust his hair and her own fingers twitch. Lovely soft thing that it is. It would only be mist if she reached for it anyway.]
Of course not. But it's better than any alternative. [What use are all their wishes if they can't use them where they're needed most? If there was ever a time for her to be endeared by magic, that ship has long since set sail.] It would be nice though. To see you all again. More solidly.
[Her lips press tight. She bites at them from the inside. Turns away, inhaling, feeling the tremor in her chest and loathing herself for it.]
...I've missed you.
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He only hums mildly at the first part. It's a conversation that's been worn down to bones by now for him. It feels like nearly every day, he wakes up and says something along the lines of 'wish it wasn't like this' to somebody, but that's all he can do. And then he goes silent, a slight frown on his face. Thank god it isn't emotionshare week, that particular feeling is mutual, because what he does feel makes him want to rip himself in half. ]
I've... we've all been worried very much about you.
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Why is it that he could only say the things she wants to hear when he was out of his mind and behind a mask, swinging scissors at her with perverted fervor? The purr and the promises made her skin crawl — all the worse that she'd wanted them too. A bond, a cure for loneliness, to know she wasn't too much to hold and have sweet nothings poured into her ear. Even death at his hands.
A nightmare that comes to her sometimes. It can stay at the lakeside and play by the numbers, or it takes any number of twisted turns. Tender ones. Impossible ones.
Camille laughs breathlessly. Her chest aches with the fresh burn. Why can't even this much come easy? Just once?]
Never did inspire anything better than pity, did I? [She scratches at herself, huffs. Tries to keep it under wraps. Richard comes to her now, looking fairy tale dashing as he pull her to safety, her Mother wailing at the police from the other room. Looking down at her hard-scrubbed flesh, unveiled for the first time in the bathrobe. "You're a cutter?"
Case closed for the comely detective. She never heard from him again.]
You're not the first man who couldn't look me in the eye, Daan. I just can't fool 'em anymore by keeping my clothes on. It's always been the way.
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That's not what it is. Despite rocky circumstances and... unpleasant conversations, my fault -- I do care for your well-being.
[ He speaks stable, but picks his words carefully enough, just veiled enough. He'd be a fool to feign that level of ignorance though, given she'd kissed him as he was bleeding out into the wet lakeside dirt, even after he'd hurt her so terribly.
He feels it still, the awful thing nesting deep inside his blank soul that delights in it. He breathes quietly and slowly, a soft inhale of air through his teeth. ]
I don't think I can provide what's best for you.
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they are a consumate mess
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