DAAN.

[tactic]

SOMETHING WILL GO HERE

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w0, monday.

[tactic]

[ Aventurine's passing by the cabin, highkey envious the people listed on the plaque didn't get BARN, when he spots a familiar face. Immediately, he's walking right into the place with a hand held up for a casual wave. ]

Oh, Mr. Daan! Feels like I haven't seen you in ages.

[ It's been a couple of days. Also, the word "murderer" is floating around on Aventurine's cheek, oop. ]

[recession]

[ HELP AVENTURINE. Him spite-wishing everyone into the barn.

Daan is here, but he's got you know, a blanket over his shoulders. He's also got a new eyepatch! Yaaay. Daan really comes with so little free real estate while Aventurine is out here... fresh-faced... tit window... ]

...

It's already the fourth day.

Feels kind of strange, to be honest...

...

You've got a little...

[ Gesturing to his own cheek around where Aventurine's got bad words. ]

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Pay no mind to it.

[ He is so flippant about it but what can he do!! Nothing! Anyway, he strolls right up to Daan and leans forward as if to get a good look at his face. ]

... You know, I think I liked the flower better.

[ This eyepatch is okay too, though. ]

[recession]

...

Do you make it a habit to lean into people's spaces, Mr. Aventurine...?

[ As usual, he slinks away -- but the effect disagrees. It conveniently bleeds out from under his eyepatch, reading OUTSIDER. ]

I'm sorry to say, but the flower wasn't exactly best for sanitary reasons. You'll all have to settle for me in a boring cloth one.

[tactic]

Only to the ones I want to get to know better.

[ But the word that appears over the eyepatch will have him draw back, gaze darting to the side like he hadn't seen it, and he pretends to take in the cabin's interior despite having seen it before. ]

It still suits you. Maybe because it's your usual wear.

W5, monday

[recession]

[ Puts us in the Dressed to the Nines or Cloud Nines whatever the hell this place is officially called. Daan is looking at the spread and raising a brow. ]

I'd almost say this place outright spoils in comparison to the meagre things we had over on that side.

[ YOU GUYS. TRULY HAVE SO MUCH SHIT. ]

[tactic]

[ THIS IS A DREAM COME TRUE...

Meanwhile, Aventurine is already busying himself by trying on different accessories and admiring the way they look from a huge, full-length mirror. All the glitz and glamor are a bit of a contrast against the bandages still wrapped around his arm and some on his face, but he doesn't seem to mind. ]

Oh, it absolutely spoils. When I first arrived in this town, I took a bath for about two hours.

[ shakes in trough memories ]

[recession]

Seems a bit overlong, but I'll forgive it.

[ Observing Aventurine peacock around. ]

I was told about your return on this side. Are your injuries healing well? I'm assuming that you did return... well, alive, like Mr. Kanda did but anything could surprise me here. Pseudo-immortality and all.

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Yes, I returned alive, but barely. The others took me to the healing pool and that mended the severest of my injuries.

[ He plucks a fancy little fedora off of a nearby rack and turns it over in his hands. ]

I'm recovering quickly, thanks for asking. The first few days were the hardest. I was acting a bit strangely, and then I had the pool's effects to deal with. Was it the same for you?

[recession]

I had a number of other things to worry about and other distractions... but I do think I was having some irritability that I don't usually have, yeah.

[ He was also just very blank and at peace with things but you can only exhibit so many issues at once when you are possessed and do a murder. ]

The last time I was put into the healing swamp, I emerged feeling twice the amount of pain. Seemed a bad idea on a Thursday, so I refrained.

W6, monday

[recession]

[ How are you Aventurine. What a hectic week. ]

Lively start to the week we're having...

[ NOT GREAT, BUT LIVELY! As he watches... what really should be the last vestiges of flocket-gate but for some reason it keeps going. ]

[tactic]

[ Are we at the bar please let them be at the bar they need to finally get that drink together.

Anyway, Aventurine is staring at the TV and watching all the fleas hop around like. Okay. ]

... I know Cloud collected some of them, but they really grew in number in just a short time.

[ Fire fleas are prolific breeders? ]

[recession]

Vermin are known to proliferate.

[ We can be at the bar. Daan just taps the counter once, looking at all the curses flying around. ]

Why was he collecting them?

[tactic]

Why does Cloud do anything that he does? I stopped asking a long time ago.

[ Cloud having the audacity to tell Aventurine that he gets into too much shit and Aventurine having to fire back that Cloud is with him 90% of the time. ]

At least things have started to calm down for the living side now.

[recession]

[ It's that fantasy RPG protag in him... he's gotta collect... even if it's nonsensical... ]

It's only Monday. More nonsense to come, I'm sure. Is it just me or do the curses feel particularly abundant this time?

w7, monday.

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[ It has been the longest Monday, and Aventurine has dragged Daan over to the hot springs so they can roll up their pants and dip their feet into the water in an attempt to relax. Occasionally, it'll feel like something's grabbing their ankles, but he's gotten used to these ghostly hands by now.

Exhaustion is the most prominent emotionshare coming from him at the moment, and Aventurine lies back against the ground so he can chill there while his legs dangle in the spring. ]

What a day it's been. Don't you think so, Mr. Daan?

[recession]

[ HOW IS IT ONLY MONDAY!!!

Daan will oblige this he supposes even though he's not a fan of being too much around others with EVERY SINGLE EFFECT on full blast. He frowns whenever there's a ghostly feeling over his feet, but says nothing. ]

It's been an inordinately long two months, yes. But I suppose that's just how things are when you're going through it.

[ His three days in Prehevil also felt like forever. ]

Tired out, are you?

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[ A small smile at the reminder that it's only been two months. It really doesn't feel like it.

He pats the spot on the ground next to him. Come lie down, Daan. ]

I guess I should count my blessings in this case. I could have been cursed like so many of the others.

[recession]

[ He will SIT? Not lie down yet. ]

How many have you got? Still countable on your fingers?

[tactic]

[ comes back to pcs like where am i ]

I didn't have that many to begin with, but yes. Still countable on my fingers.

[ Just looks up at Daan from where he is now on the ground by himself. ]

What about you?

W7, saturday

[recession]

[ Are you sure you don't need to touch grass, Yuul

Anyway Daan is just here giving off such 'what the hell was that, why' energy as he stares off into the horizon. ]

It's... over? I think...

[tactic]

[ COMES BACK ALIVE FOR THIS ]

... Not exactly what I had been imagining... But I certainly won't complain about the end results.

[recession]

Could've been worse, I suppose.

[ Worse being. Dead. ]

Not totally sure that we should've asked to confront the cult themselves after all, but hindsight is 20-20 as they say.

[ Very funny thing to say as a man with one eye. He looks towards Aventurine. ]

Good work.

[tactic]

[ Laughs dryly because he'd had his own complications over that poll. ]

Thank you. To you as well. You had quite the appeal to that god.

[ Daan... your Seduction... ]

[recession]

[ It's hilarious in the worst possible way why. He's already unwantedly beloved by like three gods, did not need to add a fourth. The emotionshare is a deep dislike but almost defeatedness about it. ]

I'm glad it's gone. Didn't want to deal with anything like that down the line.