[ she's just sprawled out on the seats, head hanging upside down off one of them, scrolling through her phone. her legs are all over and she's about as manspread as she can be... wow, rude...
but she's here, and she's not paying attention - until she hits a specific part of the passports, and nearly drops her phone. scrambles up!! WHERE THE FUCK. ]
[ speak of the fucking devil. strohl's over dealing with the suitcase while this is happening, which means when he finally gets the bag off of the poro's leg and checks it, his heart drops almost into his stomach, and his head snaps up.
it looks comical, from a distance - he's holding the poro out at arms length, and the look on his face is almost gutted as he whips his head around to search the crowd of figures. no prince, no glodell (thank fucking god, he almost forgot about that guy), no basilio or heismay, but - ]
[ noncons you into this one anyway. it's sunday now!
strohl's been relatively hit or miss today, sort of off - he's sitting, now, in one of the seats, looking out at the void darkness from the windows of the gates, with his sword over his lap, absently running one hand down the scabbard. his expression is best described as stormy - even stormier than you'd really expect for the situation at hand. ]
good morning, vi is wandering around with alcohol in hand. it's five o'clock somewhere! haha! but she does pause when she sees him, and frowns. looks at the bottle, and then just shoves it somewhere on a table or something before shuffling over.
she throws herself down next to him, and nudges his foot with her own. ]
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Are you hungry? Come to the 'Congratulations' restaurant.
zooms right to the restaurant. don't mind her smuggling in booze for real this time. she takes a swig of whatever it is before sliding into the kitchen. ]
[ immediately and without hesitation just breaking out from her CONTAINMENT ZONE and heading out into the relaxation area, directly in front of their lounges. we're next door neighbors...
she's a little breathless and definitely a touch panicked. ]
[ oh good yeah because the minute vi breaks out of containment SO DOES STROHL, and like - there are no actual words for how relieving it is to see vi, alive and staring at him just as stupidly as he must be staring at her? because the last time...
... well. he rushes to meet her halfway. ] --Vi! You're alright!?
he's awake. actually he was probably already awake honestly. coming to the door from where he was polishing his sword or whatever men do this early in the morning. ]
anyway, she's an adult again! she had a bunch of bullet wounds in her back, slash wounds across her arms and back, and that bite wound. i am assuming she has been healed enough to not die, but she's still in bad shape, curled up somewhere with her knees to her chest. first aid room or like, i suppose her lounge if you want, i imagine this is like immediately after.
[ BLOWS DUST OFF THIS PC SCREE. she is going to gently lead him to the pillow fort, which looks like this:
Much larger than it seems! it's almost like a pillow fort with extensions, with a bunch of little offshoot forts all connected by big, billowy blanket tunnels. The "rooms" are always magically big enough to fit the amount of people in them, which is pretty disorienting. And it's probably pretty easy to get lost in here, actually, because none of the tunnels have any sort of directions or instructions on how to get from one place to another and it's kind of like entering the backrooms, but that's part of the adventure, right? There's also a section with a big projection screen to watch things on (knockoff movies, shows, a gaming system, or maybe just people watching the living). There's another section with a couple mini fridges with replenishing drinks (soda, energy drinks, even some alcohol) and board games. In yet another area, there's a perfect place for napping that's just pillows and blankets and another projection machine that covers the blanket ceiling in stars. Finally, there's one last area with bookshelves that has reading material that ranges from H*mestuck to Chuck Tingle... how stimulating!
they can just be in one of the quiet parts with the napping and projection machine, though she'll snatch them a couple of drinks on the way in. alcohol and not alcohol. she's fussy, setting him down in the pillows, bringing him a blanket, and sprawling close to him after turning on the machine. quiet, away from the chaos of people talking and speculating. ]
god. he is like barely paying attention to their surroundings as vi pulls him along - dazed, really, but... relatively okay? he's not crashing out that hard, just sort of. remembering. letting all the fog lift.
as they settle down, he'll take the alcohol, actually - usually not the first to reach for it, but god he needs it. there's still the slightest tremor in his hand.
slowly, he exhales out as they settle, and brings a hand up to rub his temples. ]
emotionshare is happening and also our memshare ig. strohl's not in the best mood in the world after all of that but hulkenberg ran him into the ground in training so he's doing better by the time we actually settle in.
idk he's cooking vi lunch or sth. not in the maid cafe for both of their sake but idk which kitchens are open and am not looking ]
... I need to tell you of something rather important, from last week. That whole kerfuffle reminded me.
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she's also not... in a great mood, but she can feel his general demeanor so she's like, trying not to let it spill out. i don't know if withdrawal is an emotion but he can probably see her rubbing at her forehead every so often.
instead of letting the rotten stuff out, though, she's sitting on a counter, kicking the cabinets with the backs of her heels. ]
whatever, vi is just clutching at strohl's arm tightly, her emotions thundercloudy and stressed, but in that sort of way where she's trying to mash them down into nothing. she's not freaked out you are!!! ]
well she's mashing her emotions down! strohl is not. his are just rancid - frustrated and angry, upset, vibrating into space. he's been like this pretty much all day, and the trauma bluescreen of the second cyoa's arrival only made it spiral from bad to worse. in a second later, it was fine, and then -
and then it wasn't. but he'd have to be stupid to not realise that it was affecting vi, that he can sort of guess why rosamund not being... rosamund is an issue, and so, tense, he'll lead them both towards the fort.
low and rumbling, he mutters: ] It'll wear off. [ for them both, for two wildly different reasons. ]
[ honestly such a perfectly worded question, because as always, his head is a thousand places at once. with the new information received, the future seems less unclear than it has before - forward motion means his strategist brain's working a hundred miles an hour.
a beat. he glances down at vi where she's sprawled on him - he's been sitting here chewing on the end of a pen in thought for like ten minutes. ]
My head's fine. [ a beat. ] Occupied with thoughts of how best to humble a horse in competition. Maybe chess.
[ me realizing on reading the mingle i could do something.
anyway vi if you're coming to hang out today with your meowmeow visitors pass, when you open the door, you find yourself... not in the lounge at all!
actually, vi will find herself standing in the middle of a nicely paved pathway. to her left and right are green pastures and nicely built fences, and while not every building is in tip-top shape, it's clear its some sort of restoration in flux. there's the sound of farm animals here and there, a mooing cow or chickens happily clucking, and in the distance, she can see the mountains rising above the tiny podunk she's found herself in. the air is fresh, crisp and clean; it feels like the afternoon. people move in and out of buildings, the majority with familiar clemar horns - many are pushing wheelbarrows of bricks and mortar, heading towards a house a little way away, chatting and laughing together.
while she may be going "hey, what the fuck", strohl jr runs up to her and runs around her feet happily, prancing. whoa! ]
she is absolutely anticipating the stupid tiki room, so coming in to this jumpscares her a bit? she blinks a few times looking around... for a second she feels like she must have stepped somewhere else on accident and is going to leave, but strohl jr approaches her and she immediately scoops him up out of instinct to kiss him on the nose. that's her baby boy.
a beat, and then: ]
Uh... knock knock? [ calling out, as she takes a few steps forward onto this pathway. ]
strohl's uh. here. not moving! from the first aid centre area, from vi's side, arms folded tightly, pacing a fucking hole in the floor until she's a little more conscious. binch, ]
[ he'll hear that same song, beautiful and incomprehensible, low and background in her thoughts every so often.
she's healing but her wounds are as follows: a large, deep claw mark from her shoulder down to her hip - if it was any deeper it might have done spinal damage. severely burned, across her face and under her clothes, and it looks like whatever explosion happened made her wounds fuse halfway shut, so that's... good? her right leg is completely shattered, she cannot use it at all right now. and she has... bites? like, not teeth bites. it looks more like a lot of very big spider bites. she's not stabbed anywhere thankfully. mostly it just looks like something or many somethings were trying to tear her apart.
that song drifts in and out... her thoughts scribble real bad, and she frowns - shifts, and then without warning, wakes up with a violent start, gasping and trying to reach for any sort of weapon she can, wild-eyed. ]
she wakes up, and there's a split second of panic. if strohl is also waking up, he will see that panic on her face, the look of someone who thinks it's Thursday night, someone who thinks she's going to have to fight someone with a scalpel with a shotgun with --
she stares at him, going still. and then, a thought she can't help: is it you? please not you. ]
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i don't have that, but when strohl blinks awake and looks down, and sees vi he just - it's a good thing it's not emotionshare, because the amount of utterly crushing relief almost brings tears to his eyes. he doesn't even say anything at first, just - grabs her, grabs her tight and hugs her, tucking her head to his shoulder. ]
conked out asleep somewhere on a couch. this was not a purposeful sleep, he just sat down to do something, phone still in hand, and is now knocked the fuck out with his head tilted backwards, mouth wide open, and snoring softly. zzzzz ]
[ you enormous dingus i can't believe that you get on vi this much and do this
she wanders in, and huffs out a laugh at seeing him like this. a beat, as she rubs at her face, and then come over to flick him in the nose. wake up, you dad. ]
[ after breakfast as usual and everyone breaks to hang out with their deadzos, vi can find strohl standing with his hands on his hips in the starlight hotel lobby. this place is fancy af.
[ she is being... careful here, because she was told not to open doors. but she'll wander up to him absently. she looks like she feels a little better injuries wise, though her leg is still a bit borked. the burns are mostly scars at this point. ]
[ we are post party i am mobile and on a train this is all i have energy for. perhaps they can be walking back after cleaning up?? she would have helped.
the emotional state is warm and loose and easy. every so often she reaches for him kind of absently, making sure he is there. ]
[ walking back sounds good. the last flight out of the starlight hotel, or something like it.
strohl's emotions are roughly the same - he's tired, and there's a little thread of something thoughtful and contemplative, but it's not necessarily bad. mixed with his usual attention, too, keeping a watchful eye on vi. when she reaches for him yet again, he just kind of scoops her arm up with his so they can walk arm in arm, easy. ]
[ we can tag this in the morning if you want but i will forget to set it up if i don't now so
it is post everything, we have... decisions, that were made, and vi is sitting at a bar, with a glass of something strong. there's anxiety vibes going on, but it's mostly restless. just like, the kind of nerves you get when you're anticipating something.
she doesn't bother hiding the booze when he wanders up, just making room for him to sit. she's not drinking heavily! just sipping. pacing herself, as her leg bounces. ]
[ i had such grand plans of tagging you last night
anyway. as you might expect, it doesn't take long for strohl to find his way to vi - when he spots her across the way, there's a little perk emotion, and he slides into the seat beside her with ease, glancing at the drink but not saying anything about it for now.
his own emotions are sort of the same - anticipatory, a little anxious, but otherwise relatively settled. and warm, too, with her company. ]
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w0, friday
but she's here, and she's not paying attention - until she hits a specific part of the passports, and nearly drops her phone. scrambles up!! WHERE THE FUCK. ]
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it looks comical, from a distance - he's holding the poro out at arms length, and the look on his face is almost gutted as he whips his head around to search the crowd of figures. no prince, no glodell (thank fucking god, he almost forgot about that guy), no basilio or heismay, but - ]
--- Vi.
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strohl's been relatively hit or miss today, sort of off - he's sitting, now, in one of the seats, looking out at the void darkness from the windows of the gates, with his sword over his lap, absently running one hand down the scabbard. his expression is best described as stormy - even stormier than you'd really expect for the situation at hand. ]
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good morning, vi is wandering around with alcohol in hand. it's five o'clock somewhere! haha! but she does pause when she sees him, and frowns. looks at the bottle, and then just shoves it somewhere on a table or something before shuffling over.
she throws herself down next to him, and nudges his foot with her own. ]
What?
[ what's up. ]
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week 0, monday
Are you hungry? Come to the 'Congratulations' restaurant.
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zooms right to the restaurant. don't mind her smuggling in booze for real this time. she takes a swig of whatever it is before sliding into the kitchen. ]
What are you making?
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she's a little breathless and definitely a touch panicked. ]
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... well. he rushes to meet her halfway. ] --Vi! You're alright!?
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...What the hell was that? [ we're idk somewhere. outside. strohl needs to be outside now. ]
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idk if there's outside but we can be were the weather is ]
I don't know. He was talking about colors? Like - Roxana's game.
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he's awake. actually he was probably already awake honestly. coming to the door from where he was polishing his sword or whatever men do this early in the morning. ]
Vi...? What the hell?
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vi is here with strohl junior, who has cheese stuck to his face around his mouth. ]
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Did he get into the museum...?
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idk what the state of the vi is but he just has not left this entire time so ]
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anyway, she's an adult again! she had a bunch of bullet wounds in her back, slash wounds across her arms and back, and that bite wound. i am assuming she has been healed enough to not die, but she's still in bad shape, curled up somewhere with her knees to her chest. first aid room or like, i suppose her lounge if you want, i imagine this is like immediately after.
but also, quietly: ]
Sorry. Sorry, I don't hate you.
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w4, SATURDAY
they can just be in one of the quiet parts with the napping and projection machine, though she'll snatch them a couple of drinks on the way in. alcohol and not alcohol. she's fussy, setting him down in the pillows, bringing him a blanket, and sprawling close to him after turning on the machine. quiet, away from the chaos of people talking and speculating. ]
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god. he is like barely paying attention to their surroundings as vi pulls him along - dazed, really, but... relatively okay? he's not crashing out that hard, just sort of. remembering. letting all the fog lift.
as they settle down, he'll take the alcohol, actually - usually not the first to reach for it, but god he needs it. there's still the slightest tremor in his hand.
slowly, he exhales out as they settle, and brings a hand up to rub his temples. ]
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week 5, mon
emotionshare is happening and also our memshare ig. strohl's not in the best mood in the world after all of that but hulkenberg ran him into the ground in training so he's doing better by the time we actually settle in.
idk he's cooking vi lunch or sth. not in the maid cafe for both of their sake but idk which kitchens are open and am not looking ]
... I need to tell you of something rather important, from last week. That whole kerfuffle reminded me.
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she's also not... in a great mood, but she can feel his general demeanor so she's like, trying not to let it spill out. i don't know if withdrawal is an emotion but he can probably see her rubbing at her forehead every so often.
instead of letting the rotten stuff out, though, she's sitting on a counter, kicking the cabinets with the backs of her heels. ]
Oh yeah? What.
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whatever, vi is just clutching at strohl's arm tightly, her emotions thundercloudy and stressed, but in that sort of way where she's trying to mash them down into nothing. she's not freaked out you are!!! ]
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well she's mashing her emotions down! strohl is not. his are just rancid - frustrated and angry, upset, vibrating into space. he's been like this pretty much all day, and the trauma bluescreen of the second cyoa's arrival only made it spiral from bad to worse. in a second later, it was fine, and then -
and then it wasn't. but he'd have to be stupid to not realise that it was affecting vi, that he can sort of guess why rosamund not being... rosamund is an issue, and so, tense, he'll lead them both towards the fort.
low and rumbling, he mutters: ] It'll wear off. [ for them both, for two wildly different reasons. ]
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staring longingly at the fridge full of booze. also, sprawls on strohl. ]
How's your head? [ how are you FEELING on this last day of emotionshare and potentially memshare ]
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a beat. he glances down at vi where she's sprawled on him - he's been sitting here chewing on the end of a pen in thought for like ten minutes. ]
My head's fine. [ a beat. ] Occupied with thoughts of how best to humble a horse in competition. Maybe chess.
[ joking. not funny ]
You?
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week 6, weds
anyway vi if you're coming to hang out today with your meowmeow visitors pass, when you open the door, you find yourself... not in the lounge at all!
actually, vi will find herself standing in the middle of a nicely paved pathway. to her left and right are green pastures and nicely built fences, and while not every building is in tip-top shape, it's clear its some sort of restoration in flux. there's the sound of farm animals here and there, a mooing cow or chickens happily clucking, and in the distance, she can see the mountains rising above the tiny podunk she's found herself in. the air is fresh, crisp and clean; it feels like the afternoon. people move in and out of buildings, the majority with familiar clemar horns - many are pushing wheelbarrows of bricks and mortar, heading towards a house a little way away, chatting and laughing together.
while she may be going "hey, what the fuck", strohl jr runs up to her and runs around her feet happily, prancing. whoa! ]
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she is absolutely anticipating the stupid tiki room, so coming in to this jumpscares her a bit? she blinks a few times looking around... for a second she feels like she must have stepped somewhere else on accident and is going to leave, but strohl jr approaches her and she immediately scoops him up out of instinct to kiss him on the nose. that's her baby boy.
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Uh... knock knock? [ calling out, as she takes a few steps forward onto this pathway. ]
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strohl's uh. here. not moving! from the first aid centre area, from vi's side, arms folded tightly, pacing a fucking hole in the floor until she's a little more conscious. binch, ]
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she's healing but her wounds are as follows: a large, deep claw mark from her shoulder down to her hip - if it was any deeper it might have done spinal damage. severely burned, across her face and under her clothes, and it looks like whatever explosion happened made her wounds fuse halfway shut, so that's... good? her right leg is completely shattered, she cannot use it at all right now. and she has... bites? like, not teeth bites. it looks more like a lot of very big spider bites. she's not stabbed anywhere thankfully. mostly it just looks like something or many somethings were trying to tear her apart.
that song drifts in and out... her thoughts scribble real bad, and she frowns - shifts, and then without warning, wakes up with a violent start, gasping and trying to reach for any sort of weapon she can, wild-eyed. ]
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she wakes up, and there's a split second of panic. if strohl is also waking up, he will see that panic on her face, the look of someone who thinks it's Thursday night, someone who thinks she's going to have to fight someone with a scalpel with a shotgun with --
she stares at him, going still. and then, a thought she can't help: is it you? please not you. ]
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i don't have that, but when strohl blinks awake and looks down, and sees vi he just - it's a good thing it's not emotionshare, because the amount of utterly crushing relief almost brings tears to his eyes. he doesn't even say anything at first, just - grabs her, grabs her tight and hugs her, tucking her head to his shoulder. ]
No. [ half croaked. ] No. Slept all night.
[ You're fine. You're alright. You're here. ]
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conked out asleep somewhere on a couch. this was not a purposeful sleep, he just sat down to do something, phone still in hand, and is now knocked the fuck out with his head tilted backwards, mouth wide open, and snoring softly. zzzzz ]
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she wanders in, and huffs out a laugh at seeing him like this. a beat, as she rubs at her face, and then come over to flick him in the nose. wake up, you dad. ]
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Maybe this'd be a good spot. ]
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the emotional state is warm and loose and easy. every so often she reaches for him kind of absently, making sure he is there. ]
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strohl's emotions are roughly the same - he's tired, and there's a little thread of something thoughtful and contemplative, but it's not necessarily bad. mixed with his usual attention, too, keeping a watchful eye on vi. when she reaches for him yet again, he just kind of scoops her arm up with his so they can walk arm in arm, easy. ]
Fairly successful night, I'd say.
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w7, SATURDAY
it is post everything, we have... decisions, that were made, and vi is sitting at a bar, with a glass of something strong. there's anxiety vibes going on, but it's mostly restless. just like, the kind of nerves you get when you're anticipating something.
she doesn't bother hiding the booze when he wanders up, just making room for him to sit. she's not drinking heavily! just sipping. pacing herself, as her leg bounces. ]
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anyway. as you might expect, it doesn't take long for strohl to find his way to vi - when he spots her across the way, there's a little perk emotion, and he slides into the seat beside her with ease, glancing at the drink but not saying anything about it for now.
his own emotions are sort of the same - anticipatory, a little anxious, but otherwise relatively settled. and warm, too, with her company. ]
One last hurdle to get over, eh?
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