[Nona's made herself at home about an hour after the game was announced and is sitting at the table (like a person) drawing something. She doesn't really pay any mind to other people showing up because she wants to get this right. Sleeping peacefully at her feet is a white fluffy six legged dog.
[ well, the gang is all here... crea didn't have a chance to say hello to her when they received the news that they were island fodder, but maybe that can change now!
he looks between her and the two beds... ]
Hey, guess your our last roommate, huh? I think the rest of us are all guys, so you can probably take one of the beds for you and your dog.
[He's on his way back from pillaging several snack bags of chips from the gift shop, plopping them unceremoniously onto the nearest flat surface as he looks over towards the table. Oh.... it's sand girl. Cool, he doesn't mind her. And...
Xiao has been maintaining his distance, standing off in the corner of the bedroom, though he really feels like he's better off staying in the bathroom with the wall of separation between them. Still, when he sees the dog...
He looks at it. His expression softens. He can't look away, but he doesn't move to approach. He'll gaze at it from over here, unless it notices him. ]
[RIP anyone who wants to get a good night's sleep, because somebody is getting up in the middle of the night. Multiple times. And just flat out leaving the building. It might be due to the fact that his stomach is growling so loud, one might think it's Nona's dog.
People can catch him at 2am (either leaving or coming back) or at 5am. He seems a little more alert at 5am, quietly checking both his U-pinion and another phone-like device as he shuffles his way towards the door to do some stretches.]
[ years of adventuring has made crea a light sleeper, which means that he is waking for most sounds. he doesn’t bother with calling it out, and simply tries to go back to sleep…
but he’s up at 5 am, and he figures there’s not much else that can be done about his lost sleep. he throws his sweater on again, raising an eyebrow as he eyes the demon. ]
[ well, later in the day after the psa, crea will...try to set up something. really it's just him grabbing a bunch of canned drinks like sodas and energy drinks, and a bunch of junk food like chips and cookies.
maybe not enough to sate a demon, but it's a weak attempt at comforting the other cabin members.
crea himself is nearby the hammock, mindlessly rocking while eating a bag of chips. ]
[ Like Beel, Xiao will also be gone for a while, but he will return later in the evening. He steps into the room quietly, not wanting to disturb anyone who may be asleep. He has brought back some fruit to share with the others.
It makes him a little sad, seeing Crea without his usual spunk. Xiao turns to look at him from over his shoulder, not knowing what to say.
He just...turns and holds out an apple towards him instead. ]
[Weirdly, Nona loves soda, so she's drank two whole cans of it and only chewed on the can a little bit. Her mood is a bit more melancholic. She didn't know Merlin at all so she can't bring herself to feel too sad about his death, but death is death and the effect it's had has rippled out.]
Beelzebub goes straight from the sandbar to their cabana and can be sitting out on the hammock end of things with a few bags of snacks from the gift shop, though he's picking at them a little more lethargically than usual. He'll wave if someone comes through the door, but otherwise is staying to himself.
[ Xiao does not return to the dorm until later in the evening. Like, past 9pm later.
When he comes back, there's food. It smells...decent. Perhaps it won't be the tastiest thing the Dodos have ever had, but an effort was made. They are meat-filled potato rolls that Xiao tried to make himself, thanks to Zelkov's instruction!
He brings them over and sets them on one of the dressers, one for everyone to take. He'll go ahead and hand Beel one personally, though. ]
[Nona sits down and gently strokes Noodle's fur as he sleeps peacefully. It's hard to read her expression. She doesn't quite look... sad, so much as guilty and blank.]
[ crea is also not coming in until later, but, much like xiao, he's also bringing food. he may have, in fact, asked for a tray of pizza to bring, which he'll set next to xiao's rolls.
and after he does he will fall face first on the bed, with a drawn-out sigh. ]
A couple people are working together to get Beelzebub back to the cabana, where he will be asleep on one of the beds for the rest of the day and cannot be roused. Sorry for sleepy demon in the background.
It's very early Sunday that Beelzebub finally stirs, cracking his eyes open to squint tiredly at the ceiling...
...And for his stomach to growl pathetically.]
...'m hungry. [It's said, still half asleep, as he tries to glance around the room.]
[ Xiao is awake, unsurprisingly, and tucked away in the bathroom as per usual. When he hears Beelzebub's voice, however, he rises immediately and walks over to check on him.
His expression turns into something pained, mixed in with concern. Xiao immediately grabs a stray snack bag and brings it over to Beel. He looks like he has a lot he'd like to say. ]
[ crea has been... keeping to himself, mostly, since after the trial. after such emotional lows, he doesn't know what else to do but lick the reopened wounds on his own. he's tired in a way that no amount of sleep would fix, muscles heavy.
but the moment that he hears beelzebub's stomach, loud as always, crea basically scrambles from where he's at to his side.
once he's there, however, words fail him. what can he say? is there anything to say at all? ]
[Nona is laying at his side, curled up to him like a puppy will sometimes curl up to you when you're having a nap. Noodle for his part is sleeping on Nona's bed.
But Nona isn't sleeping, she's much too nervous and conflicted. Her eyes, bright gold, blink open a few times.]
Lobelia didn't taste good, did he? What would you like? Would you like shelves? Cookies? Pencils? Sand?
Oh, Beel, I thought you were gone, I was so upset.
[It takes Nona a while to come back to the cabana. She didn't stop here afterward, instead going straight to the cafe and then to Kanon's cell. She looks... not necessarily sad, though yes, there's a lot of that, but mainly tired. She didn't even do anything, and she's exhausted. She's sweaty, and her energy is low, and her skin is cold.
She flops onto her bed, and Noodle whines as he gets up next to her.]
I'm hooome. [She says, half-heartedly.] So, if you were worried, you don't have to be.
[ well, there you have it folks. execution is over, crea isn't dead, kanon is dead, and all's well that ends well, right?
well, perhaps not so much for crea, who's laying down in bed in the middle of the day. at least he had enough strength to wash the blood off of him before laying down and throwing the covers over his head. ]
[ Xiao is mostly recovered from his little tendril adventure, thanks to Psyche. He wasn't paying attention to most of the execution due to ow but he caught what he needed to.
He's gone from the cabana for a little while – left without saying a word, which may give the wrong impression. In due time, however, Xiao returns...with an apple in his hand.
Wordlessly, he taps on Crea's...shoulder? Head? Hard to say with the covers. But he'll put the apple down beside him. ]
[Ah, the Blanket Lump. Where has he seen that before.
Beelzebub silently lowers himself to a seat on the edge of the bed. It's hard to remember to talk. Usually he'd know instinctively. But... this wasn't Belphie.
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She seems pretty carefree and unconcerned.]
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he looks between her and the two beds... ]
Hey, guess your our last roommate, huh? I think the rest of us are all guys, so you can probably take one of the beds for you and your dog.
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...Is that your dog?
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Xiao has been maintaining his distance, standing off in the corner of the bedroom, though he really feels like he's better off staying in the bathroom with the wall of separation between them. Still, when he sees the dog...
He looks at it. His expression softens. He can't look away, but he doesn't move to approach. He'll gaze at it from over here, unless it notices him. ]
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Saturday night >> Sunday morning
People can catch him at 2am (either leaving or coming back) or at 5am. He seems a little more alert at 5am, quietly checking both his U-pinion and another phone-like device as he shuffles his way towards the door to do some stretches.]
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but he’s up at 5 am, and he figures there’s not much else that can be done about his lost sleep. he throws his sweater on again, raising an eyebrow as he eyes the demon. ]
Are you looking for something in there?
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maybe not enough to sate a demon, but it's a weak attempt at comforting the other cabin members.
crea himself is nearby the hammock, mindlessly rocking while eating a bag of chips. ]
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He has brought bones for Noodle. How many turkey legs did he inhale to get this many bones? Don't ask.
He'll scoop up a carton of the cookies as he drops to a seat in the grass.]
You okay, kid?
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It makes him a little sad, seeing Crea without his usual spunk. Xiao turns to look at him from over his shoulder, not knowing what to say.
He just...turns and holds out an apple towards him instead. ]
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People are going to start dying now.
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WEEK 2, POST TRIAL
Beelzebub goes straight from the sandbar to their cabana and can be sitting out on the hammock end of things with a few bags of snacks from the gift shop, though he's picking at them a little more lethargically than usual. He'll wave if someone comes through the door, but otherwise is staying to himself.
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threadjacking welcome!
When he comes back, there's food. It smells...decent. Perhaps it won't be the tastiest thing the Dodos have ever had, but an effort was made. They are meat-filled potato rolls that Xiao tried to make himself, thanks to Zelkov's instruction!
He brings them over and sets them on one of the dressers, one for everyone to take. He'll go ahead and hand Beel one personally, though. ]
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threadjacking welcome as well
Is it better this way?
[She's not sure.]
I voted for myself.
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This sucked.
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WEEK 3, POST TRIAL, SATURDAY > SUNDAY
A couple people are working together to get Beelzebub back to the cabana, where he will be asleep on one of the beds for the rest of the day and cannot be roused. Sorry for sleepy demon in the background.
It's very early Sunday that Beelzebub finally stirs, cracking his eyes open to squint tiredly at the ceiling...
...And for his stomach to growl pathetically.]
...'m hungry. [It's said, still half asleep, as he tries to glance around the room.]
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His expression turns into something pained, mixed in with concern. Xiao immediately grabs a stray snack bag and brings it over to Beel. He looks like he has a lot he'd like to say. ]
Are you still in pain?
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but the moment that he hears beelzebub's stomach, loud as always, crea basically scrambles from where he's at to his side.
once he's there, however, words fail him. what can he say? is there anything to say at all? ]
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But Nona isn't sleeping, she's much too nervous and conflicted. Her eyes, bright gold, blink open a few times.]
Lobelia didn't taste good, did he? What would you like? Would you like shelves? Cookies? Pencils? Sand?
Oh, Beel, I thought you were gone, I was so upset.
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w4 monday afternoon
Let’s take a picture! 😆 You guys can pick the place!
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Week 4, several hours after the trial
She flops onto her bed, and Noodle whines as he gets up next to her.]
I'm hooome. [She says, half-heartedly.] So, if you were worried, you don't have to be.
w4 sunday after execution
well, perhaps not so much for crea, who's laying down in bed in the middle of the day. at least he had enough strength to wash the blood off of him before laying down and throwing the covers over his head. ]
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He's gone from the cabana for a little while – left without saying a word, which may give the wrong impression. In due time, however, Xiao returns...with an apple in his hand.
Wordlessly, he taps on Crea's...shoulder? Head? Hard to say with the covers. But he'll put the apple down beside him. ]
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Beelzebub silently lowers himself to a seat on the edge of the bed. It's hard to remember to talk. Usually he'd know instinctively. But... this wasn't Belphie.
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Crea. Are you awake?
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