[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.]
karlach isn't even going to pretend like she hasn't been crying. she's still crying, actually. it's that sort of dejected, horribly exhausted crying where you still have to like, move, and do things, but you can't stop.
she comes over to sit down. she doesn't say anything, just rubs at her face in frustration.]
i'm also coming back for memshare that is just a separate part of my brain that needs more power ;;
[LIKE SHE'S IN PAIN HUH???? HUH FLURRY IS SHE IN PAIN THE NIGHT BEFORE A TRIAL?? FLURRY????]
That my new nickname? [Camille smiles] I'm managing. Not the first time I've found a body. Or the first time I've walked through fire, thanks to this fucking place.
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WEEK 2: Friday
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karlach isn't even going to pretend like she hasn't been crying. she's still crying, actually. it's that sort of dejected, horribly exhausted crying where you still have to like, move, and do things, but you can't stop.
she comes over to sit down. she doesn't say anything, just rubs at her face in frustration.]
i'm also coming back for memshare that is just a separate part of my brain that needs more power ;;
Then moves into a sit as well. Staring at her feet.
Camille turns, reaching into her chest from where she sits and pulls out a cut strip of cloth from her robes. She passes it to Karlach in silence.]
YOU'RE FINE RUBS YOUR SHOULDERS
also, sorry about it - karlach is very hot today. temperature-wise, she's like a fireplace. she's trying to not get too close because of that.]
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[Lord she is sweltering today. Camille scrubs at her hair, flipping the side it's parted on.]
You're working that thing too hard.
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Can't help it. [a little cough.] Fuck. Ow.
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[What a mess that must be.
Camille brings herself to her knees, reaching for the cloth herself.]
Here. [She dabs at a tear track gone unnoticed.] Is there anything we can do to bring it down?
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[she says, a little rough. she allows the dab, though.]
Uh... I don't know. Cold water, maybe. I don't know if we've got any.
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[she jokes. but:]
Either. I can come with.
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[She pats her arm and hoists up with a groan, extending a hand to help her do the same.]
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... You doing alright, sweater weather? [as they're moving.]
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That my new nickname? [Camille smiles] I'm managing. Not the first time I've found a body. Or the first time I've walked through fire, thanks to this fucking place.
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If you hate it, I'll think of something else. [amused.] We really ought to get you some fireproof clothes.