[Ah. She calls out, so he slows down for a minute, whipping a handtowel off his hip to wipe his forehead with as he trots over.]
Since about five this morning. Vacation or kidnapping or at home, I'd rather stay on top of my routine.
[A beat. Hm. Her scent is... weird. Unpleasant. He can't hide how his face scrunches reflexively, though he just wipes against his nose and mouth with the towel again to clear it. Oof.]
Wow, someone's dedicated. Ritual sacrifice vacations aren't an excuse to skip a day, I guess?
[ She moves to the edge of the seat, earmarking the page where she left off and handing him a photography book of abandoned places. If she notices Beel's face scrunching up, she doesn't make any sign of it, giggling a bit. ]
This. Kind of creepy, isn't it? Maybe the island'll start looking like these pictures if it stops getting the murder energy.
That's right. Meals are better when you've put in some work, anyway.
[He'll carefully take the book, skimming a couple of the pages. Hm. This all looked like human world architecture.]
I think it might take a lot. Haunted old places like this take a while to run down. That ho-ho administrator said they didn't expect us to be here any more than a few weeks.
[Neat, but not enough food for his liking in these pictures. Very sad, 1/10.]
That's not quite what I mean. [ but it's not important, so she presses on. ] They seem to think it is, at least. For right now, I guess that's just going to have to be good enough, until something gives.
[ see, figure (a). weird gazebo haze. ]
All we can do is watch out for ourselves, right? It's not like we can really trust each other, at the end of the day.
[rip me forgetting that this thread was intro weekend and I had to erase half my tag for being irrelevant]
...
Maybe we can't. Hard to say right now.
I do think there's got to be at least some people here who might panic if the administrators start putting any more pressure on people. It doesn't matter to me whether I can trust them, so long as I can predict them.
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im glad we both took psychic damage
Since about five this morning. Vacation or kidnapping or at home, I'd rather stay on top of my routine.
[A beat. Hm. Her scent is... weird. Unpleasant. He can't hide how his face scrunches reflexively, though he just wipes against his nose and mouth with the towel again to clear it. Oof.]
You look relaxed. What are you reading?
WE DIE TOGETHER
[ She moves to the edge of the seat, earmarking the page where she left off and handing him a photography book of abandoned places. If she notices Beel's face scrunching up, she doesn't make any sign of it, giggling a bit. ]
This. Kind of creepy, isn't it? Maybe the island'll start looking like these pictures if it stops getting the murder energy.
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[He'll carefully take the book, skimming a couple of the pages. Hm. This all looked like human world architecture.]
I think it might take a lot. Haunted old places like this take a while to run down. That ho-ho administrator said they didn't expect us to be here any more than a few weeks.
[Neat, but not enough food for his liking in these pictures. Very sad, 1/10.]
Do you think that won't happen?
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[ giggle. ]
What do you think?
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[He thinks over it seriously for a second.]
Mm. People can only be patient for so long. Someone losing their temper is bound to happen at some point.
I guess I just don't know what to think of what the administrators might do. They won't care if it's just someone yelling and pitching a fit.
It's destroying the island that I think they'll get angrier about.
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[ She sighs, pushing some hair back. ]
What a pain. There's nothing I hate more than weak people not being able to follow through without begging people for help.
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Smash cut to merlin dead in the garden, RIP.]
There's nothing wrong with asking for help.
I just don't know whether or not to believe that's what the administrators need. For all the talking they do, they don't really say anything helpful.
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That's not quite what I mean. [ but it's not important, so she presses on. ] They seem to think it is, at least. For right now, I guess that's just going to have to be good enough, until something gives.
[ see, figure (a). weird gazebo haze. ]
All we can do is watch out for ourselves, right? It's not like we can really trust each other, at the end of the day.
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Maybe we can't. Hard to say right now.
I do think there's got to be at least some people here who might panic if the administrators start putting any more pressure on people. It doesn't matter to me whether I can trust them, so long as I can predict them.
Like you said. When are people going to snap?