scrapdraught | Gale of Waterdeep

Hey.

[Now clothed and thoroughly humbled, Camille makes a bid for the bearded man she'd ditched yesterday when next he trots by. She's in a dark long sleeved sweater, jeans, black ankle boots well broken in. Modern and indistinct, a dour dash between all regalia in peacocking hues.]

Think I owe you an apology.

[ hello camille were you enjoying your day of peaceful quietude. well. someone is watching you. ]

[ hello camille.

gale is near the bulletin board, reading it over and over, and then occasionally glancing at his glove - stained a little blue on the ends of the fingers. ]

[Hey babe let's hold hands and get coconut crazy

Except being a (former) southerner Camille goes for the peach.]

I can't even care if it's poisoned, at this point I just need something that isn't gruel.

[She takes a bite and her face...smooths out. Then her brows come together as she takes a slow chew.]

...Huh.

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[ okay honestly he is kind of shy and so he'll let her sober up for a little bit, but he really is fine to come talk to her later. ]

Camille. Are you, ah ...

[ okay so he's a little awkward. ]

[This one hurt. And in spite of how wretched the ambience is, Camille still hauls her ass to the damn church after, eyes closed and holding back tears in the pews.]

They're just babies. [She sounds like the women of Wind Gap. But god, it's true isn't it?] Why the hell would they send Asa in there with just a fucking shovel?

[ hi there. i'm sorry I'm so fucking terrible setting up a scene for memshare. memories just happen. things happen on days.

enjoy.]

[ well gale is by the bulletin board again, as is customary, staring down the posters. ]

... I spoke to Aerith quite a bit about the afterlife.

Camille ... ?

[ her little side-pen. her banishment bubble. ]

Are you in there?

[ as in. are you sane right now. ]

[ good morning, Camille. Gale is coming to find her, actually - he's also carrying around a new giant book - taking it somewhere quiet to go take some notes, but first ... ]

Still feeling like yourself?

[Okay like

she was stunned and she accepted his help on the pavement outside the ferris wheel but also now that she has some wherewithal —]

You were there. [— she's keeping a stiff and wary distance.] I remember you were there, I didn't imagine that part.

[He handed Rondo the glass.]

[Sets this on the sad return from watching a bear run off with Kanda. Camille keeps shooting heartbroken glances behind them.]

Can't the overseers do something? Track it down?

[ hello camille ......... did you go in the swamp. ]

[It feels like week five was six weeks ago....

Anyway they can be at the shopping district, for what I do not know. Camille is unfortunately cursed and will reach to hold his hand without warning.]

Kind of eerie, seeing a place that serves burgers with no land in sight.

[What's in the beef.]

[ well he's not good! he's not good.

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. ]

[ well. he's somewhere quiet, probably like the tea garden or something, and writing furiously. so at least he's not staring into the void like before.

the emotion is, overwhelmingly, guilt. ]

[We meet again...

Assuming they have been dragged out of the swamp and fussed over by their respective ducklings, eventually Camille will totter over to find him. He will spot her coming from a mile away, because she is glowing like a hot coal. She is also extremely slow, moving gingerly and clutching at her fresh stump. The worst of the scarring seems to be obscured by her clothing, but some burns curl up the side of her neck.]

You too, huh?

[ not to be too damn depressing but he is ... cleaning up his things in the Mortuary. ]

Ah. Camille. Quite the day?

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[ coming to find her, hello!!!! ]

... So, what's next for you, Camille? Chasing another big scoop? This whole adventure would certainly make for quite the story.

WEEK 0: Saturday

W0 - MONDAY

W0 - FRIDAY

WEEK 1: Monday (NOT SPIDERS)

W1 - WEDNESDAY

WEEK 1: Sunday

W2 - MONDAY

W2 - FRIDAY

W2 - SATURDAY NIGHT

W3 - MONDAY

WEEK 4: Tuesday

WEEK 4: Friday

W4 - SUNDAY