scrapdraught | Karlach

[In the void! Camille is sat down and rubbing the bridge of her nose, missing when life was simple. Simpler. Then along comes Karlach from parts unknown.]

...Hey. [Oof. All right, another bridge to mend.] You clean up well.

[Camille has made herself scarce again. To the swamp she goes, sat at the water's edge and running a finger through the water, letting the leeches give chase. Give them a little enrichment.

She's waiting out the writing. They always fade, it's a matter of minutes or hours. She's hoping for the former.

A child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort.

A poetic thought that came to her when she needed words. Needed an explanation. She has no need for them now.]

[here is karlach! she is hard to miss, she's just. pacing. pacing back and forth, talking to herself under her breath. her tail is waving in agitation, so be careful not to get Smacked.]

[she's hard to find tonight! but. she can be found in the mortuary basement, if carmille would look. she's curled up in the corner, glowing soft.]

[Where is this time?

The fingers. Did someone get them? Did one of the doctors stitch them back on? Are they infected?]

Karlach?

[Camille rushes, poking her head in everywhere. Where does she find the girl?]

[how is it only week one

anyway, hello, she's on the beach today! she's a little less cheerful than normal, but it's not like it was yesterday, at least. she's standing with her feet in the waves, tail swaying back and forth. she's probably wearing a sundress, actually, i'm too lazy to go look for one just assume it's something nice and beachy.

when she sees camille, she waves with her not-bandaged hand.]

[HEY EVERYTHING SUCKS FOREVER

you can find karlach by the horrible nihilism building, staring up at the sky, flat out on her back! hooray!]

[today, she is just out here chilling, carving something out of wood... what's up.]

[They are walking around minding their own business and enter A TERRIBLE VOID. please hold for memory.]

[Washed up and washed out, Camille can be found back in her beloved abandoned theatre. She is sprawled out on the ground, staring at the ceiling. Breathing deep. The smoke smell lingers.]

[comes to sit next to her and keep her company. she knows she's gonna get screeched at, but.]

[They are walking in the woods and their phone is dead.

Anyway at one point Camille pushes through a bit of low-hanging branches and finds herself stuck to something. Her sweater's caught. She twists, and then her hand sticks to something string-like. Silky. Sticky.]

Karlach, can you give me a hand here?

[What the fuck is all of this.]

[They're in one of the camp cabins!

Camille has probably calmed down some and has a hot beverage in a mug between pale but no longer shaking hands. She still looks haunted but a slightly more normal amount.]

I didn't think...why me?

[They're at the Refectory. Camille's head is on her hands.]

It just ran off with him. I don't know what we're supposed to do now.

[This sucks, I'm sending my manservant to serve you your papers, I'll see you in court flurry

She is. Miserable. When she comes.

Just looking at the thing that has absorbed her friend and finding no words to start.]

[after everything has calmed down, she's still here! she's sitting somewhere in the vineyard, staring up at the sky. slightly transparent, and if you touch her she's cold and your hand goes through, but. better than nothing, right?]

[sometime waaaay later post party, or maybe even early morning wednesday, she comes along to find camille. i would not mention this normally but she is very marked all over her neck and shoulders, it's just a mess there's no way people wouldn't notice it help.

anyway, that's not important - what is important is she comes to find camille, and rests a hand on her arm.]

Hey, you.

[WE'RE DONE IT

Honestly Camille can just be found splayed out on a nice patch of grass somewhere, gazing at this freaky, freaky night. There is so much to process and her brain is only so big.]

Your heart's all fixed, I'm wiped clean. What's left for us to agonize over in the long and lovely lives we have ahead of us?

[The emotionshare says this is partially sarcasm there is always room for misery, but. Also? There's a sort of stunned relief here. Lots of miracles worked in a very short time, huh?]

WEEK 0: First Sunday

WEEK 0: Tuesday ((spoilers, cw: child abuse, mental illness))

w0, FRIDAY 2

w0, SATURDAY 2

WEEK 0: Sunday are you sick of me yet

w1, MONDAY

w1, FRIDAY

w1, SUNDAY

WEEK 2: Monday (1/2)

WEEK 2: Friday