[ This theater should have been HIS... That's not stopping him, though, and Aventurine's seated at one of the benches, his feet kicked up on the back of the bench in front of him. When he spots Camille, he'll give her a little wave. ]
Most of them. Haven't caught Karma alone yet but the rest I've had brushes with.
[She's got a wee blue bottle in hand, moving towards her designated stretch of old wooden planks and crusty chest. Moving day is much lighter when you've got nothing but spit and wishes to your name.]
What brings you here? Are you feeling jealous? Can't stand your own crew?
Anyway Camille only pours one drink. She brings it over, putting it into his hands and pouring herself a water thereafter. I'm godmodding a jug nearby idec.]
Don't spread it around though. Snitches get stitches.
That won't be necessary. I'm no buzzkill. [Not purposefully. She drags herself to the fringes, plays wallflower while everyone else gets their kicks. Even now she prefers to be out of sight, out of mind.]
So. What was it that drew you to this fair theatre today? Wasn't me, I know that much.
...Though, if we're not able to get into the details, tell me something good. What's the gossip from downstairs? You've got so many of our rough and rowdiest, I can't imagine you're resting in peace at all.
There's not an ounce of peace to be found. I wish I could get into more details, but even a mention of anything that happens where we're from disappears us.
[ Wherever Camille has found herself this Thursday morning, Aventurine is dropping a tray of breakfast foods down in front of her. There's an assortment of fruits, a stack of pancakes, some toast with jam and butter, and what looks to be a tall glass of orange juice.
I didn't realize dying first makes you host of the whole place. [Okay well. The vibes mellow out a touch more, though she does wonder what the angle is. Camille looks the tray over and picks up a peach slice, toasting him with it.] Thank you. That's very kind of you.
[There is a beat here. She's no party animal, and she'd stepped on a cursed Boothill's toes by trying to spend a 6 on Karlach — who she'd thought was a safe bet, as she'd know there was nothing behind it — and found that maybe, trying to toss her miserable self into the mix as if nothing was wrong did more harm than good. The whiplash of poor Asa drawing a knife over her throat and being slapped with beach bodies on entry didn't mend overnight. She's rather hoping to squirrel away from sight for bit. Breathe it all in. Sort her wretched thoughts.
Not the kind of mess she'd lay at Aventurine's feet. They'd had a week of nothing but casual conversation and playful overtures, and now he's more or less a stranger. A charming one, but a stranger nonetheless.]
It was, yeah. [Parts of it.] I'm more sorry for crashing the party. I hear it's not all been fun and games down here, but it's a lot more wild abandon than anything upstairs. I'll tell you that.
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w0, monday.
Get to meet your roommates yet?
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Most of them. Haven't caught Karma alone yet but the rest I've had brushes with.
[She's got a wee blue bottle in hand, moving towards her designated stretch of old wooden planks and crusty chest. Moving day is much lighter when you've got nothing but spit and wishes to your name.]
What brings you here? Are you feeling jealous? Can't stand your own crew?
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[ JUST SAYS THAT, but then he gives a light chuckle at what comes next. ]
That obvious? I got stuck with the barn.
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[WEIRD HOW. She has to live with him, warn a gal.]
That so? You must be a real animal.
[in what sense...]
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I hope that's just the barn giving you that impression.
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I'm sure you guys can find a way to make it nice and cozy. A home away from home while we wait for our holy butchers.
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[Goes to fetch something from their stolen grape booze barrel.]
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You took that entire thing?
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[Which one? :itisamystery:
Anyway Camille only pours one drink. She brings it over, putting it into his hands and pouring herself a water thereafter. I'm godmodding a jug nearby idec.]
Don't spread it around though. Snitches get stitches.
[Kidding....]
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[ He so appreciates this as he takes a sip, then takes notice of her water. ]
None for you?
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[give or take a few weeks.]
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Congratulations. [ Glances back over to the barrel. ] Let me know if you ever want help returning that to the cellar.
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So. What was it that drew you to this fair theatre today? Wasn't me, I know that much.
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[ Hehe... and then becomes not hehe. ]
I thought I needed to get away from my own lodging assignment.
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Safe. Just for laughs, nothing more.]
What's the matter with them? Are they wearing on your nerves?
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They're mostly fine. [ MOSTLY ] But the smell of the barn becomes rather overpowering.
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Then why did you choose to sleep there?
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I didn't! My name just ended up on the barn's plaque on its own.
WEEK 6: Wednesday
I'd almost forgotten what you look like, frankly.
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Well, it has been nearly two months. And a lot's happened since then. Hello again.
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[She grins, more sincerely now.]
You're right, we're just about hitting that deadline, huh?
It must have been strange, seeing everything secondhand the whole time. Or — how much can you see?
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Trying to get me to disappear so quickly?
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[He really was a pretty boy. Much more so than she remembered. Immaculate charmer, as always.]
Just testing the limits, here. I can't know what the rules are unless I start breaking them, can I?
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Everyone's doing their fair share of pushing boundaries. Not that I mind. It tells me that you're all still hard at work.
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...Though, if we're not able to get into the details, tell me something good. What's the gossip from downstairs? You've got so many of our rough and rowdiest, I can't imagine you're resting in peace at all.
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[ It is frankly ANNOYING. ]
w7, thursday.
It could also be a mimosa. ]
Good morning.
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Have a spark of confusion. Underlying suspicion too, though she only cocks her head and smiles, lopsided.]
Wow. To what do I owe the pleasure?
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[ She did drop in at like. A really chaotic time. His own emotions are steady and collected, and he takes a seat beside her. ]
Sorry about the timing of your arrival. I hope you managed to have a bit of fun, at least.
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[There is a beat here. She's no party animal, and she'd stepped on a cursed Boothill's toes by trying to spend a 6 on Karlach — who she'd thought was a safe bet, as she'd know there was nothing behind it — and found that maybe, trying to toss her miserable self into the mix as if nothing was wrong did more harm than good. The whiplash of poor Asa drawing a knife over her throat and being slapped with beach bodies on entry didn't mend overnight. She's rather hoping to squirrel away from sight for bit. Breathe it all in. Sort her wretched thoughts.
Not the kind of mess she'd lay at Aventurine's feet. They'd had a week of nothing but casual conversation and playful overtures, and now he's more or less a stranger. A charming one, but a stranger nonetheless.]
It was, yeah. [Parts of it.] I'm more sorry for crashing the party. I hear it's not all been fun and games down here, but it's a lot more wild abandon than anything upstairs. I'll tell you that.