🌙 greg

[naeddre]

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w0, SATURDAY

[naeddre]

[sorry to give you the most edgelord pc starter in the world but she really is just sitting here staring out into space with a distant look on the observation deck. she's fiddling with her collar, wincing every so often when it slides across her skin - and listening to music.

she's also wearing her usual outfit, which is this, and there is, noticeably, with the way she's sitting, a knife strapped to her thigh.

she doesn't say anything to him, but she does watch him walk past, and if there's any point that he moves in a direction that might be behind her, she turns so her back isn't facing him.]

[verminous]

[he's here for the view, mostly, taking a look out at space-- and while he doesn't move behind her, he does seem to move in a way that suggests he's aware of her presence, taking up a position nearby where he can look out the window and they're still more or less facing each other. habitual, from the look of it.

at first he's quiet, attention mostly on the stars, but after a bit:]

...it's nice. The song, I mean. Something you know?

[naeddre]

[that does put her a little at ease, the fact that he's not trying to be sneaky or anything. when he speaks, she glances up at him.]

No. [she doesn't, but.] ... I've never been able to listen to music like this, but I liked what I found.

[she's a big fan of violins.]

[verminous]

Pretty good selection, no? I mean, expected of them if they're apparently dragging us from all over, but at least they've got their diversions.

[for an unasked-for job, this is awfully decent.]

[naeddre]

... If you have suggestions, I'd hear them.

[music recs! as for the rest:] You are from Rodya's world. They seem fond of particular places, when it comes to choosing prisoners.

w0, SUNDAY

[naeddre]

[throné is chilling in the bar today, reading. the emotional vibe today is just... somber, and thoughtful. less sad - though that's always present, it never goes away - and more like she's calculating something. thinking, thinking.]

[verminous]

[mood... his own is a little tired, a little resigned, but it's muted. none of it is really fresh; this is the way things go, is more the vibe. he's accustomed to this sort of ending.

he grabs a beer from the bar, then finds a seat, settling in.]

Well, guess we found out how long the relative peace was gonna last.

[he. doesn't have much faith whatever caused this is getting fixed.]

[naeddre]

[she glances over at him, and puts her book down.]

A week is a record. [she says dryly.] I doubt you think it ends at this.

[verminous]

Longer than I thought.

[things went badly for him on pretty much the first day, last time? but he had higher hopes...]

The way things have been goin'? No way it ends here. Whatever it is, if they're not in control, they can't stop it.

[naeddre]

[a little buzz of agreement, and then:]

Do you plan to do anything about it?

w2 thursday

[verminous]

[okay well charles maybe quietly dropped gregor the info that this was related to their world on the return so. since they all came back together.

he'll show up to check on her after a while, once she's had a chance to be healed and also to spend time with temenos etc.]

-hey. You, uh, holdin' up?

[naeddre]

[she's probably just sitting... somewhere, staring at her missing leg. she's healed! mostly. like, she's functional, but she's still pretty fucked up, just not dead.

she looks up slowly at him.]

... I had your arm. [OKAY WELL WAY TO OPEN WITH THE WORST PART]

[verminous]

You- what?

[YEAH THAT'S A HELL OF A THING TO OPEN WITH??

it makes him freeze up a little, bug antennae popping out of his head. what. she what?]

[naeddre]

I had it. I couldn't get rid of - I couldn't --

[a pause. calm down.]

Sorry.

[verminous]

N-no, don't, you don't have to be.

[she doesn't have to be sorry for apparently going through that.]

Charles said you guys were all in our City, but I didn't think...

w3, MONDAY

[naeddre]

[you find yourself... stepping off a gondola!

this place. you can see ruins up ahead. the man behind you told you this on the long ride over. you're not sure what you're going to find here, but you know - your real father is here. somewhere. and he has your key.

you find yourself a little stuck on what he just finished saying - you told him that he seemed familiar. that he looked like the guard you met outside mother's garden. he told you in return that he's rather sure he doesn't know anybody there, but... maybe they have a distant relative somewhere in common. if you go back far enough, we're all children of the same somebody... right?]

You'll find Lostseed up ahead.

[he says. what do you do?]

[verminous]

-right. Thanks.

[whatever that is-- he's looking for it, right? he's got someone to find there (and when he tries to picture a figure to fill in with the name, it still has no distinct face, but the image comes with a navy blue coat.)

he has directions, at the very least, so the only way to go is onward. right up ahead.]

[naeddre]

[off he goes!

he takes a long walk up a path to the ruins. lostseed, apparently, is a town. or was a town. it's a hovel, outside of what looks to be a castle. as he walks in, he'll see people milling about. all ages - from a little girl, to a middle-aged man, to an elderly woman. all of them share a few things in common. they're wearing filthy rags, no shoes, and every single one of them has nothing behind their eyes. it's eerie. they're human, they look at him as he comes through, but they don't speak, and... well, it's like they're broken.

in the distance there's a baby crying.]

[verminous]

[...it's unsettling, to see all of these people like this. broken. empty. devoid of whatever spark there usually is, inside a person.

that cry seems like it's the only sign of life, here; he's drawn to it, following after the sound.]

[naeddre]

[off he goes.

he continues through the town - there are more of these broken vessels, standing around. some of these speak. they mutter the same phrases over and over. some of them look at him with a stricken look, like he's stabbed them. like they're scared of him. but none of them get close or dare look for more than a few seconds.

until he gets to the stairs of the castle. and there is a woman at the bottom. unfamiliar to you. she's emaciated. barely alive, on the verge of death. she hiccups, and then:]

P-please... My baby...

[she says, desperately.]

w5, MONDAY

[naeddre]

[she is standing in the water park with an apprehensive look. this sucks. water sucks. like, she likes showers and baths, but this seems like it sucks.

just FROWNING at the water like a normal person. also her side and arm are just rusting like crazy.]

[verminous]

[also kind of side-eyeing the water... though, well, in his case he's pondering if he should step in. it looks cooler than the stifling hell temperature they're living in right now, but it'll make the water gross... but any of them getting in would do that...

he's rusting in like, varied splotches all over, all of which pretty much look like they'd have been fatal injuries.]

Almost feels like it's taunting me right now.

[naeddre]

[when he's close enough, her leg also starts to rust. god damn.]

... I suppose your city doesn't have very many large bodies of water.

[verminous]

[her leg... the rust draws his eye, and he quickly glances away from it again, rubbing at the back of his neck.]

Just the one, so you'll really only ever deal with it if you're in one of the districts bordering the Great Lake. I'm usually all the way across the City from it.

[naeddre]

[limbus company takes place in michigan...]

Hm. [...] New Delsta is a coastal city, but I never had the time.