ELSA

[chanteuser]

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WEEK 1, post trial

[chanteuser]

[ yeets this up here WHAT UP ELSA alex is just pacing around outside in general, so the chances of bumping into her are both higher and lower than usual at the same time ]

[showyourself]

[well, once kano is finally taken away after an hour, elsa is ready to have a depression nap while everyone else has their lil moments with the soon-to-be-departed—and she's making her way slowly back to the inn.

surprisingly, she looks rather calm—albeit, decidedly aloof. if it wasn't for the pinch in her brow (or the fact that she spent an hour holding kano's arm), it would be hard to discern that she's even bothered at all.

so they probably bump into each other.]

...Alex.

[chanteuser]

[ probably. i'd say i hope one of them falls over but that's mean and they're sad. ]

Hi Elsa.

[ .... ]

Have you been to see him?

[showyourself]

Not... not yet.

[...]

Have you?

[chanteuser]

No... not yet.

[ haha! match ]

I will though. I just... don’t know if he’ll be all that glad to see anyone.

w2, Tuesday sometime?

[showyourself]

[when elsa spots alex at the port, she doesn't run after her or anything weird like that—but she does gently pick up her pace, until she's walking almost next to her.]

Hi.

[smile.]

double thumbs up

[chanteuser]

[ surprise!elsa! ]

Hello there.

Enjoying the new location? [ miss pirate elsa. ]

[showyourself]

Eh. I know oceans better than I know space. And maybe I'm losing my mind a little.

[hence. the outfit.]

What about you?

[chanteuser]

I think I like the ocean more than I like space. Definitely.

[ we’ll see how she feels next week, yikes ]

Also, I feel very tired. But that doesn’t surprise me.

[showyourself]

Oh? Why not?

Not sleeping well?

[as she walks, the emotionshare starts to spread between them—elsa's ever-present background anxiety, worry, and concern wrapping around alex's senses like a mosquito trapped in a radio between stations. but her trepidation about speaking to alex crosses through her curiosity, producing a foreward momentum. other than that, though, she's relatively okay—positive, even.]

w2 thursday, curfew......

[showyourself]

[she's going to the kitchen with her cup alex bye!!!!!!!

tmp tmp tmp tmp I'M WALKIN HERE]

[chanteuser]

[ she's having to unbundle herself to follow but she's here!!!! she's trying!!! ]

Elsa?

[showyourself]

[the unbundling definitely takes a minute, so elsa actually jumps at alex's voice, turning around suddenly—still holding her mug in both hands.



it is. clearly not empty.]

Alex!

You shouldn't be up and walking. I can refill your mug for you, if you want more...

[chanteuser]

[ no one can tell alex benedetto what to do. ]

No, it's not that.


You seemed really freaked out. [ like a trapped animal ] Are you okay?

[showyourself]

I'm fine.

[and nothing has faded. the closer alex gets, the more the air around them throbs with the emotionshare, elsa's anxiety suddenly strung tighter than a bow string, fear stretching across a constant, pulsing worry of... messing up. of ruining. of stepping wrong. it intensifies and jumps at being followed. it watches alex warily, as if trying to choose between fight or flight.

but as she feels alex's own emotions come into her, elsa gasps—and on the emotional front, it's like watching—or feeling—a neutron star collapse, sucking everything into a singularity, hyper-massive, and then

gone. even elsa's constant background radio static of anxiety is muted, nearly absent. outwardly, she waves a hand, shaking her head.]

Really. I'm fine.

Just... go sit down. I'll be back in just a moment.

w4, Monday

[showyourself]

[hey alex! elsa is nowhere to be seen at all. hope you weren't looking for her. maybe she'll show up eventually? what do you do?]

[chanteuser]

[ hey potential-elsa-who-might-be-here-but-also-might-not-be-here, we just don't know? well, alex is sat outside the saloon. because so far she keeps running into memory bubble problems IN the saloon so maybe if she just sits outside and watches the world go by, she won't have any trouble.

haha. ]

[showyourself]

[alex spends some time watching the world go by.

it is free of elsas.

looks like she's not coming to cowboy town today? come to think of it, she hasn't really been... anywhere, really. maybe she's back on mainstreet, usa the plaza.]

[chanteuser]

[ her disney roots.....


it's fine, alex will head back there after she's done people watching. her pace is slow and contented, but sometimes it's just nice to be back in town. at least that doesn't change too much on them.

hello plaza my old friend. she's come to walk by you again. ]

[showyourself]

[none elsa.

there is a flash of purple by the door of the inn, though. something fast-moving.]

W5, MONDAY MID-SPA PARTY.......

[showyourself]

[and outside they go!

elsa is DYING.]

I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I don't know what came over me! It wouldn't let me do it in private!

:sob:

[chanteuser]

[ oh my goood. well. WELL. that was something. ]

I--- was that an item or something? One of those RSVPs?

[showyourself]

I don't know! I don't know what it was!

I just knew I had to say something, and it had to be in front of other people!

[she HATES this.]

[chanteuser]

Nothing on those RSVPs said anything about forcing things to be public-- [ but it didn't say otherwise, either?? bad? ]

Are you okay?

[showyourself]

No!

[she blurts it out suddenly, and emotionally—then covers her mouth, and sighs, squeezing her eyes shut. it's a solid count of ten before she finally speaks again.]

I will be. I'm fine.