Anyway you may or may not smell Camille as she approaches. A faint stink to her sweater maybe, but also the vodka on her breath. Apologies. It's no secret that she's been crying, and she's got a new bottle hanging heavy in one hand.
She takes a seat at Gales's side in silence. Then offers him it. Whisky. Elysium brand.]
[She wets her lips and looks down at her feet. There's a surge of guilt. A hesitation. There's a time and a place.
But there's also the sting of delay. So Camille grits her teeth and spits it out.]
I was helping Kate try to squash it. Maybe you've already heard.
[Since she had help this week. Not that it mattered.]
She was fine when we let her out this morning. Then she found him. It was that quick.
[All this misery and they're not even touching on Astarion. The name hangs heavy in the night air. Daring them to speak it. She doesn't feel brave enough yet.]
[She's not spoken to Famine, really. Scien. Never was too chummy with the overseers. Kate...
She'll have to see.
That's not why she came to find Gale, though.]
A fish? [She looks to him, brow furrowed. It can't possibly be a punchline and yet she's still waiting for him to call psych.] That's...oh god.
[There's a bubble of indignation, bursting through the low horror of it all. Then a real anger. Really? This is the one person they couldn't give the dignity of a decent corpse?
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he's sitting somewhere having a crowdstrike outage, with tara on his lap and not saying or doing anything which is probably a little creepy. ]
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Anyway you may or may not smell Camille as she approaches. A faint stink to her sweater maybe, but also the vodka on her breath. Apologies. It's no secret that she's been crying, and she's got a new bottle hanging heavy in one hand.
She takes a seat at Gales's side in silence. Then offers him it. Whisky. Elysium brand.]
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he'll hesitate, but eventually reach over to take it, though he's mostly just fiddling with it in his hands. ]
Scien was my friend as well. It's all rather terrible.
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But there's also the sting of delay. So Camille grits her teeth and spits it out.]
I was helping Kate try to squash it. Maybe you've already heard.
[Since she had help this week. Not that it mattered.]
She was fine when we let her out this morning. Then she found him. It was that quick.
[All this misery and they're not even touching on Astarion. The name hangs heavy in the night air. Daring them to speak it. She doesn't feel brave enough yet.]
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he does drink at that. ]
He won't thank you for it. [ scien, that is. ] And I don't know that Kate will either.
[ but that choice has already been made. he doesn't seem to feel that judgmental or damning about it. ]
You know someone turned him into a fish?
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[She's not spoken to Famine, really. Scien. Never was too chummy with the overseers. Kate...
She'll have to see.
That's not why she came to find Gale, though.]
A fish? [She looks to him, brow furrowed. It can't possibly be a punchline and yet she's still waiting for him to call psych.] That's...oh god.
[There's a bubble of indignation, bursting through the low horror of it all. Then a real anger. Really? This is the one person they couldn't give the dignity of a decent corpse?
Camille hisses, a hand in her hair.]
I fucking hate this place.