7rings- PCs with Sheila

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Week 0, Friday

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[Well. The first thing Luca is going to do is head right for his room, because this glittery mess of an outfit is horrible and he hates it. He doesn't even care about the rest of the building, he's tracking down the rooms and finding his own first.

Of course, when he actually finds the room and opens the door, he's left standing there with a look somewhere between shock and horror. Why is everything neon? Why is there a worm chandelier?

Wherever Sheila may be- in the room already, walking up to the door about the same time he is- he's going to ask her something while still staring at that chandelier.]

Just what brightly-colored hell is this?

[He can't even appreciate the fact that this room is like a thousand times nicer than the one he lives in. This is all So Much.]

[toesies]

[Someone save this Victorian twink. Someone who is not Sheila because she is not going to be any help, either. She offers him a one-armed shrug while staring at the chandelier, cringing.]

I'unno. The brightly-colored hell we, apparently, signed up for? [Can they redecorate... Is that allowed... Lord. She stops staring at the worms long enough to squint at him instead.] By the way, Sheila Hammond. Are you Luca?

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Ah-

[When she looks at him, Luca finally remembers what he's wearing, and he goes to quite an effort to try and cover himself up with his arms. It does not work.]

Yes, but- I really need to change, so pardon me-

[And he's busting into the room, but he's quickly realizing that it's bigger than what he imagined. How is he going to find his closet?]

...er.

[toesies]

Whoa! Hold on, wait a second! I need to change, too. [Chasing after him? Sir?] Where are you—?

[... And then she stops in her tracks once she notices how big this room is.]

Whoa. [A beat.] I call dibs.

monday, week zero.

[toesies]

[Happy Monday morning! At some point during Luca's one hour bathroom routine, Sheila will send the following text:]

Luca, will you come out for a second? 🙂 Thanks

[... Does he even have his phone on him? Will he even respond? Mystery.]

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[He does! And he will text her back:]

Just a moment, I am almost done.

[He is not almost done. It is a lie.]

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You have 1 minute! 😜

[Good luck, Luca. She is Counting.]

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[He does not come out after 1 minute.

He might be going slow on purpose now.]

Week 0, Friday

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[Another Friday, but this one has murder.

Luca is in their room, and he isn't actually hogging the bathroom. He's actually going to call out for Sheila as soon as he gets back to the room after getting some coffee. He assumes she is in her loft but we'll see.]

Sheila? Are you in here?

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[She is, in fact, in her loft! And he will hear her answer clearly, with some faint noise in the background.]

I'm up here!

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['faint noise'. Sus.

Frowning, Luca goes over and walks up the stairs. He's still calling up to her while he walks up there.]

Did you get the text messages I sent last night?

[toesies]

[It's nothing bad! The noises cease quickly enough, culminating in what sounds like her shutting her closet.]

No! My phone wasn't working last night. [Her voice gets closer, until she appears at the top of the stairs with a cup.] Was yours?

Week 1, Monday

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[OH HOW THE TABLES ARE TURNED

AKA it's time for Sheila to wreck his day by getting bathroom-revenge. Luca is going to at least wait over an hour to message her. He knows she's being petty but he will give her exactly as much courtesy as she is owed. Which is about 70 minutes.]

You know, I never took THIS long.

[toesies]

You think so? You must not have a great sense of time.

[What is she even doing... Seconds after she sends that reply, Luca will hear— well. VRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. Rattling and whirring and crunching all at the same time. What the fuck is that noise.]

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[What the fuck.]

What are you BREAKING in there?

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Not breaking anything. Just part of my morning routine! 🙂

[VRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR continues.]

Week 1, post-trial

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[Where can Sheila be found? Because Luca is looking for her, and he's carrying a smoothie.]

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[Let's say (throws dart) the common room! She's splayed across one of the sofas, staring at the void. The acknowledgement he will get is a tilt of her head in his direction, before she makes a face.]

What?

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Here.

[Present: smoothie! It is strawberry banana flavored.]

monday, week two.

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[Yeah.

Sheila is going to make eye-contact with him as she finishes descending the stairs in the morning

and then fucking book it to beat him to the bathroom.]

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[He just happens to walk out the door of his bedroom at the very moment Sheila is walking down the stairs. And he stops. And he looks at her.

And he immediately starts running for the bathroom too.]

Don't you dare!

[toesies]

Fuck you, I started running first!

[Unfortunately, they are both idiots.

Which is to say that she is going to body slam into him as they both reach the bathroom door at the same time.]

Week 7, Thursday

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[Time to CATCH SHEILA IN PRIVATE to get an important question answered:]

I won't judge you too much, but I need to know: what's wrong with our room that you need a whole day to clean it?

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[JUST. THIS FACE.]

Uh-huh... Before I answer that question, I gotta ask. Did you tell any of your dead buddies about me?

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Not a soul. I keep my promises, you know.

[He did visibly gag at her drinking that 'shake' at the meeting earlier this week but nobody questioned him about it.]