[ snow has made one indication of wanting a pc and now the contract has been sealed and no one can escape.
i threw a dart and it landed on kitchen so alex is in the kitchen, holding rather than actively drinking a mug of something that's letting out a some impressive plumes of steam. ]
[ When someone comes into the kitchen, he looks away from what he's doing - and then sighs out of his nose, before going about something different while a seat is taken.
Once he's done, he doesn't just leave. So, this time, Hua Cheng sets his hand on the back of Alex's chair from the side, and a mug of something hot and honey-calming is offered from above in the other hand, handle towards her. ]
We really ought to stop meeting like this.
Edited (I promise I can spell and not edit 500 times) 2020-10-04 22:34 (UTC)
[ good morning hua cheng, are you ready to wake up to some sadness, lowkey nerves and a little bit of determination because that’s what alex is bringing to the table.
it’s very quickly smothered by confusion and surprise when she sees the new layout of the rooms and her new room partner. ]
[ Here we are, in the plaza. Hua Cheng steps out of the inn, now that all of this execution business is over with, and - pauses, when he sees Alex. In one hand and against his shoulder is one of the rolls of tacky gift wrap, and he spins a pen through his fingers on the other hand absently, but he still will make his way over to where she's vibing.
[ i picked the book shop because wowie. she doesn't want to go back to jungleland either. ]
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[ she's sat at one of the tables, reading a book. although reading is probably a generous word. she has it open in front of her, but she isn't looking at it. she's staring at the table above it, and only startles out of her thoughts when she hears someone else entering. ]
[ in keeping with spoopy week, alex will be over by the manor. she's glaring at it, like it's personally offended her with the number of times she's been freaked out by it. or here in general. ]
[ alex is wandering along the pier, just... looking around. funny how this had seemed exciting and different a few days ago, and now a rollercoaster killed her favourite centaur and it doesn't seem so good anymore. ]
WEEK 0, trial-saturday
i threw a dart and it landed on kitchen so alex is in the kitchen, holding rather than actively drinking a mug of something that's letting out a some impressive plumes of steam. ]
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WEEK 0, execution-sunday
Once he's done, he doesn't just leave. So, this time, Hua Cheng sets his hand on the back of Alex's chair from the side, and a mug of something hot and honey-calming is offered from above in the other hand, handle towards her. ]
We really ought to stop meeting like this.
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week 2, monday
it’s very quickly smothered by confusion and surprise when she sees the new layout of the rooms and her new room partner. ]
— Hello. You’re not Clementine.
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w2, sunday, post-execution
Just to check in on her, really. ]
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week 3, sunday post execution
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[ she's sat at one of the tables, reading a book. although reading is probably a generous word. she has it open in front of her, but she isn't looking at it. she's staring at the table above it, and only startles out of her thoughts when she hears someone else entering. ]
Hello?
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week 4, tuesday
[ please sneak up on her ]
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week 6, post execution
... Hua C-- [ oh ] Xue Yu?
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