Once they get back to the rooms, Luca will stop for a moment. Because even if this is not at all about actually looking at bathrooms, they can keep up the pretense of going to Molly's bathroom to 'check it out.']
[Luca just be like, well I'm here, time to fuck some clowns. I respect that for him. Molly does have his phone back by this point I'm saying, if only because he does need to get to his room eventually. Opening the door with a flourish for Luca, holding an arm out in a come in gesture.]
Oh, we're keeping up that pretense? That's fun. Alright.
[Luca has been around a lot of the area, but right now he is in the common room relaxing on one of the couches. He will sit up when he sees Molly though.]
Of course! It wasn't just talk to get you into bed.
[He would have succeeded even without tattoo talk, he's sure. He's honestly interested in tattoos.]
You wouldn't have needed it! It's just nice to hear.
[Wow. Just coming out and saying it, huh. He doesn't seem at all phased by that. Sometimes you are a self-confident slut, as Luca probably understands. Just nodding brightly and then moving to take the large coat off, folding it fairly carefully before tossing it over one of the arms of the couch and launching himself into one of the seats. Holding his arms out. ]
[Hey Luca. If he's heading towards the elevator, Molly will reach out and put a hand on his chest to stop him for the moment. Not with any force, just a maybe not gesture.]
[Luca can guess at where Molly is going to be. And that place is "not anywhere near food or water", so Luca is stopping by the kitchen first to get some snacks (crackers, cheese, and some cut-up fruit) and a glass of water. With these in hand, Luca walks over to the simulation room area.
[He'll just be sitting outside of it, cross-legged on the floor. Maybe Beau is speaking to someone else for the time being. His big, extravagant coat isn't on, so maybe he's left it somewhere for now. There's still blood on his face, from the nose bleed, and it's starting to darken now with bruising. Monks hit awfully hard. He'll raise a hand in greeting when he sees Luca though.]
[Anyway, Luca, Molly will just let you into his and Yuri's room and wait while sprawling on the downstairs bed - idly flipping through one of the dirty magazines or something. When he's done, he'll pop his head out.]
[Luca is cleaned up and dressed, but his hair is still damp and he's towel-drying it. In the name of "not taking too long" he opted to not use the hair dryer. Styling it takes forever anyway, he can do that in his room.]
Much better, thank you. I waited over two hours for her to leave the bathroom and I just couldn't wait any longer.
[Was it that long? It's hard to say, Luca's math senses are shot this week.]
so, molly is definitely drunk, but. so is most everyone here? that's fine. He'll spot luca roaming the halls at some point, and hold up the bottle he's carrying around and shaking it in like a `share`? gesture.]
[After he's done checking on SQX, he's got another person on his mind: Molly. Time to hunt him down wherever he may be. He's bringing some cookies and alcohol too, for snakk and drink. He gets the feeling they'll need it.
[Molly is in his room, which. is rare, but he's trying it out today. if luca knocks he'll just instantly move aside to let him in, going back to sitting somewhere. fully drained and exhausted.]
Trying to avoid people, mostly. But he's still wandering the halls, attempting to keeping moving. The moment he spots Luca, he'll raise a hand, but, the eye contact is perhaps a little too long, too sudden--]
[ The memory is clear and bright, in the way that most terrifying experiences are, when you think them over.
You’ve just descended the stairs to the speakeasy of this Gentleman you’ve heard so much about, when a tabaxi turns to your group. She starts:
“Halt friends, I do not r— Lucien?” Her eyes widen in shock, but you still don’t know who she is, you’re racking your memory, but the name
The name makes you feel ill, all of a sudden, an itch at the back of your skull. There’s no time to consider it.
“It has been too long, two ye–”
“Far too long!”
“Two years!” She laughs, bright, hands still gripping your shoulders on either side, tightly, like an old, old friend. “Look at you! You grew out your hair! And you are covered in tattoos!”
There’s something in her expression that seems confused about this, as her eyes flit to your hands, your neck.
“We’ll catch up, we need a table, we need drinks for me and my compatriots.”
“Of course, you– these are your friends now?” She looks over your group, appraising, but then goes to do as you’ve asked. Drinks and a table.
You now get a better look up at the top, some skulking individuals with long dark cloaks and dark armor, carrying what looks almost like a heavy crossbow, but it’s a long, metal rod. You’ve only seen them in use here and there. A recently emerging technology that has been largely guarded within use of the empire itself.
The second she turns, you give Fjord - a green, half-orcish man, a little pat on the back and hiss a whisper at him. “I’m sorry, this is my nightmare, please just go with it? It’s Lucien.”
He simply looks a bit baffled in return. The tabaxi returns to the table, reaching her hands out for yours.
“Oh, too long.” She starts quickly, sitting up straighter, then her face suddenly turns apologetic. You see all the faces of your friends, twisted in confusion. They aren’t even trying to hide it.
“Nonagon! Nonagon. I apologize for using your old name. Nonagon, it is a pleasure to see you again.”
“Who can keep track these days? Again, a long story.” You manage to croak out. She doesn’t seem to notice. She just looks concerned.
“Nonagon, what happened? We watched you die.”
She looks expectant. As do the rest of them at the table. Jester, Fjord, Nott, Caleb, Beau. All of their eyes are trained on you. They all await your answer.
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Week 0, Friday
Date: 2021-02-06 06:03 pm (UTC)Once they get back to the rooms, Luca will stop for a moment. Because even if this is not at all about actually looking at bathrooms, they can keep up the pretense of going to Molly's bathroom to 'check it out.']
Lead the way then.
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Date: 2021-02-06 06:41 pm (UTC)Oh, we're keeping up that pretense? That's fun. Alright.
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Date: 2021-02-06 08:51 pm (UTC)But he will take that invitation and walk right into the room. Thanks Molly.]
Only as far as the front door. Though if we do it in the shower then it's easy to clean up after anyway.
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From:W0 - MONDAY
Date: 2021-02-09 12:08 am (UTC)There you are. Did you want to see my tattoos this time?
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Date: 2021-02-09 04:51 am (UTC)Of course! It wasn't just talk to get you into bed.
[He would have succeeded even without tattoo talk, he's sure. He's honestly interested in tattoos.]
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Date: 2021-02-09 04:56 am (UTC)[Wow. Just coming out and saying it, huh. He doesn't seem at all phased by that. Sometimes you are a self-confident slut, as Luca probably understands. Just nodding brightly and then moving to take the large coat off, folding it fairly carefully before tossing it over one of the arms of the couch and launching himself into one of the seats. Holding his arms out. ]
Yours to observe!
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From:W0 - FRIDAY
Date: 2021-02-13 12:05 am (UTC)It's-- something weird is happening there.
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Date: 2021-02-13 12:08 am (UTC)Also: he is not at all using the flirty tone he normally does with Molly. Death = time to be serious.]
Oh? Did you see something?
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Date: 2021-02-13 12:34 am (UTC)[His tail whips back and forth, like a cat's in distress.]
I think it's another illusion. Blood, drawn in heart shapes.
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From:Week 0, post-trial
Date: 2021-02-14 02:31 am (UTC)What's Molly up to over there?]
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Date: 2021-02-14 03:18 am (UTC)no subject
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From:W1 - TUESDAY
Date: 2021-02-16 03:17 pm (UTC)Feel better? Less grumpy?
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Date: 2021-02-16 03:38 pm (UTC)Much better, thank you. I waited over two hours for her to leave the bathroom and I just couldn't wait any longer.
[Was it that long? It's hard to say, Luca's math senses are shot this week.]
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Date: 2021-02-16 03:45 pm (UTC)[Reaching over to push some of the wet hair out of Luca's face, fondly.]
You can take all the time you like. If Yuri complains he can stuff it.
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From:W1 - FRIDAY
Date: 2021-02-20 12:47 am (UTC)So, two this time?
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Date: 2021-02-20 03:39 am (UTC)It seems so.
[He indicates to one of the other chairs at the table. Come join him, he has treats!]
Do you think we will have to vote for two people this time?
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Date: 2021-02-21 03:10 am (UTC)so, molly is definitely drunk, but. so is most everyone here? that's fine. He'll spot luca roaming the halls at some point, and hold up the bottle he's carrying around and shaking it in like a `share`? gesture.]
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Date: 2021-02-21 03:16 am (UTC)Let's find a place to sit down first, you look like you shouldn't be walking anymore.
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Date: 2021-02-21 09:50 pm (UTC)Where is Molly right now?]
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Date: 2021-02-22 01:12 am (UTC)Ah, Luca. Sorry, not very bright company today.
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From:W2 - MONDAY - 1/2
Date: 2021-02-23 02:39 am (UTC)Trying to avoid people, mostly. But he's still wandering the halls, attempting to keeping moving. The moment he spots Luca, he'll raise a hand, but, the eye contact is perhaps a little too long, too sudden--]
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Date: 2021-02-23 02:40 am (UTC)You’ve just descended the stairs to the speakeasy of this Gentleman you’ve heard so much about, when a tabaxi turns to your group. She starts:
“Halt friends, I do not r— Lucien?” Her eyes widen in shock, but you still don’t know who she is, you’re racking your memory, but the name
The name makes you feel ill, all of a sudden, an itch at the back of your skull. There’s no time to consider it.
“It has been too long, two ye–”
“Far too long!”
“Two years!” She laughs, bright, hands still gripping your shoulders on either side, tightly, like an old, old friend. “Look at you! You grew out your hair! And you are covered in tattoos!”
There’s something in her expression that seems confused about this, as her eyes flit to your hands, your neck.
“We’ll catch up, we need a table, we need drinks for me and my compatriots.”
“Of course, you– these are your friends now?” She looks over your group, appraising, but then goes to do as you’ve asked. Drinks and a table.
You now get a better look up at the top, some skulking individuals with long dark cloaks and dark armor, carrying what looks almost like a heavy crossbow, but it’s a long, metal rod. You’ve only seen them in use here and there. A recently emerging technology that has been largely guarded within use of the empire itself.
The second she turns, you give Fjord - a green, half-orcish man, a little pat on the back and hiss a whisper at him.
“I’m sorry, this is my nightmare, please just go with it? It’s Lucien.”
He simply looks a bit baffled in return. The tabaxi returns to the table, reaching her hands out for yours.
“Oh, too long.” She starts quickly, sitting up straighter, then her face suddenly turns apologetic. You see all the faces of your friends, twisted in confusion. They aren’t even trying to hide it.
“Nonagon! Nonagon. I apologize for using your old name. Nonagon, it is a pleasure to see you again.”
“Who can keep track these days? Again, a long story.” You manage to croak out. She doesn’t seem to notice. She just looks concerned.
“Nonagon, what happened? We watched you die.”
She looks expectant. As do the rest of them at the table. Jester, Fjord, Nott, Caleb, Beau. All of their eyes are trained on you. They all await your answer.
The memory fades. ]
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From:W7 - THURSDAY
Date: 2021-04-02 03:28 am (UTC)You look well. Or, alive! Which is well!
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Date: 2021-04-02 03:37 am (UTC)About as alive as one can be without a heartbeat. How have you been keeping up, Molly? It feels like it's been ages since I saw you properly.
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