[ as much as alex does enjoy spending most of her time in the busier areas of the new location, she's come back to the graveyard a couple of times since yesterday. even with it being spooky, and even more so with the manor looming in the distance.
but it's quiet, and it's peaceful. so much so she's a little surprised someone else is already there ]
[he turns toward her, looking, well. equally spooky as the graveyard, considering the black robes he's wearing and the mask that covers half his face... but he doesn't know her well yet, so he removes it, a concession to not freaking out someone who's not very familiar. he just keeps it held in his hands instead.]
[ she looks around. yup. not the most delightful of locations, but it works. ]
I'd stay in the town, but that can be just as busy. [ even with the novelty of the new location. ]
Still... it's not too bad here. [ a bit creepy, but. ] A little out of place with the... theme? I guess? But it's [ definitely going to be location zombies spawn from in the mini-event i'm calling it now ] definitely quieter than the saloon.
'Tis less that it is out of place, and more that the previous locales were missing a piece. There is ever a need for the dead to be remembered, is there not?
[casting a glance at the nearest stone, and setting a hand upon it, he continues:]
It does make this one feel a bit more whole. As if it were truly a place people lived.
... I'd agree with you, yeah. But some people can be ... cruel about who they remember, and how they remember them.
[ she has no problem remembering all her dead - for the most part. ]
I meant more... this and the manor seem to fit each other? But compared to the main town it seems like it doesn't quite fit. So... maybe the memory was filling gaps again? Something like that.
[ she... well. she doesn't really want to sit on the ground, so she'll just stand. leaning on the gravestones seems kind of disrespectful, even if they are essentially in a living memory. ]
Not a fan of the "Wild Wild West" theme? [ emet-selch, your cowboy hat. ]
[ it's probably getting a little foggier around here. the fog is bubbles. or at least, hiding a few of them for our convenience. ]
... I liked the space one until Sharon and Kano died, I think. Looking at the stars from the ground instead is probably fine with me.
[ and then two teens she’s fond of went semi-deaf and an ooze monster spat acid at her legs.
fuck space. ]
[ the fog is wafting along just leisurely enough to become dangerous — it’s closer, and hiding a few determined bubbles away from emet’s watching eyes.
alex doesn’t seem to have noticed the fog, but she is at least doing a cursory check before moving, in case of rogue bubbles. ]
It’s a little tougher to enjoy a place when you know what’s probably going to happen at the end of the week.
[ i love the implication they've just let hansa run wild and feral somewhere for a while while they both sit on the beach and stare into the distance. ]
[ she just sits herself down next to him. she's got the full bundle of flowers with her now, held tightly in one hand. ]
It's strange, knowing things like that are supposed to happen so but... tallying it up with how you actually feel when it does is messy.
[ she's... not upset dorothy did what her team had to do. she's just... unhappy with who was targeted. even if it had felt like an inevitability this time last week. ]
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week 4, monday
[ as much as alex does enjoy spending most of her time in the busier areas of the new location, she's come back to the graveyard a couple of times since yesterday. even with it being spooky, and even more so with the manor looming in the distance.
but it's quiet, and it's peaceful. so much so she's a little surprised someone else is already there ]
... Oh, hello. I'm not disturbing you, am I?
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[he turns toward her, looking, well. equally spooky as the graveyard, considering the black robes he's wearing and the mask that covers half his face... but he doesn't know her well yet, so he removes it, a concession to not freaking out someone who's not very familiar. he just keeps it held in his hands instead.]
Come for a little quiet, have you?
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[ the mask is new. but... it doesn't make any contextual sense to her, and he took it off so, she only looks at it for a moment before moving on. ]
There's so much happening here, all the time. It's kinda hard to find some place to just think things over without interruption.
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[a sigh, there, an idle wave of one hand.]
Well, naught to be done but work with what we have.
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I'd stay in the town, but that can be just as busy. [ even with the novelty of the new location. ]
Still... it's not too bad here. [ a bit creepy, but. ] A little out of place with the... theme? I guess? But it's [ definitely going to be location zombies spawn from in the mini-event i'm calling it now ] definitely quieter than the saloon.
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[casting a glance at the nearest stone, and setting a hand upon it, he continues:]
It does make this one feel a bit more whole. As if it were truly a place people lived.
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[ she has no problem remembering all her dead - for the most part. ]
I meant more... this and the manor seem to fit each other? But compared to the main town it seems like it doesn't quite fit. So... maybe the memory was filling gaps again? Something like that.
That's probably just my thoughts on it though
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[pardon him, he's finding a spot to take a seat-- he's done just looming around right here, apparently.]
Well, of the two, I do prefer this and the manor.
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Not a fan of the "Wild Wild West" theme? [ emet-selch, your cowboy hat. ]
[ it's probably getting a little foggier around here. the fog is bubbles. or at least, hiding a few of them for our convenience. ]
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[space was nice. he sort of misses hanging out on the moon.
he has his eye on you, bubbles... well, the ones he can see. the fog bubbles are gonna help.]
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[ and then two teens she’s fond of went semi-deaf and an ooze monster spat acid at her legs.
fuck space. ]
[ the fog is wafting along just leisurely enough to become dangerous — it’s closer, and hiding a few determined bubbles away from emet’s watching eyes.
alex doesn’t seem to have noticed the fog, but she is at least doing a cursory check before moving, in case of rogue bubbles. ]
It’s a little tougher to enjoy a place when you know what’s probably going to happen at the end of the week.
w6, saturday
when she approaches, though, he looks up to give her a slight nod. her company's fine.]
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[ she just sits herself down next to him. she's got the full bundle of flowers with her now, held tightly in one hand. ]
How're the bandages doing?
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They are holding, for now. I will handle them in a while.
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Alright. I put most of the spare bandages back in the first aid station.
[ ... ]
I guess it’s all up to us now, isn’t it.
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[quietly, with a sigh.]
All that is left is to ensure we do not fail.
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[ she laughs, small and not entirely certain. ]
No pressure, then.
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[a slight laugh of his own, breathed out with a huff.]
I believe we will be fine, however. We must see what comes next, and adjust as necessary.
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I’ve been told something about a path opening up for them. Maybe they’ll find their way over here sooner than we think.
[ if it’s true, of course. ]
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... It is.
It's strange, knowing things like that are supposed to happen so but... tallying it up with how you actually feel when it does is messy.
[ she's... not upset dorothy did what her team had to do. she's just... unhappy with who was targeted. even if it had felt like an inevitability this time last week. ]