The lounge's common area includes a tiki bar style seating area, with beach lounge chairs, couches, torch lanterns and tables. There's also an inflatable kiddie pool. The water will be refreshed daily for your convenience. There is also a pet area with a cat condo, sand litter boxes, toys, and a dragon-sized cave bed shaped like a volcano.
It just did it. Whatever, we've a full kitchen, back this way. Come on.
[ GRUMBLING and moving past the tiki horrors briskly. at a power walk. thankfully the kitchen smells delicious, like roasted meat and garlic and all sorts of good things. there are also some little cakes set aside too. ]
she... wanders to the kitchen, dodging out of the way of the horrors of tiki. the kitchen is nice, at least, probably. the smell immediately gets her, and her stomach growls loudly when she comes in. aaa. ]
I think someone must've slipped on the ordering form.
[ sigh... long suffering........ a tiki stares at her as she comes in.
actually the tiki is a little less back here. it's mostly just islandy - there's a high top table with some stools, and he gestures her over to sit at it. more importantly they have a big kitchen and lots of food.
speaking of! he heads back over to the stove, where some kind of stew is simmering, and gives it a stir with a wooden spoon, then takes a piece of meat out and tosses it down to strohl jr, wherever he's running about. the stomach growl makes strohl laugh - the noise is fond. ]
she flops down onto the stool, watching as strohl junior runs donuts around strohl senior's feet, and makes a noise like a clown nose when he manages to grab food from where strohl tossed it. yay!!
[ grumbling under his breath. he messes around for a few minutes in a cabinet, pulls out chunk of bread and tosses it underhand her way. it's the good crusty kind, meant for dipping. ]
's a stew from home. Figured something hearty'd be good. [ a beat, though, as some of his grumbly mother hen energy fades away in the face of the repercussions of the day. ]
...Can't say I blame you, though. Days' events weren't exactly the sort to make you starving.
[ catches it! actually, once she grabs it, she realizes that she's starving, and she tears a piece off like a ravenous animal. shoves it in her mouth. god, that's good, actually.
strohl's right, though. after this morning, and after... the aftermath, honestly, the urge to eat was low on her list of priorities. she rips a bit of bread off further, and waves it at the poro so that she can pick him up and hold him.
makes her feel a little better about not watching. she should've watched. ]
[ strohl says with a grimace in his voice. his back's turned as he plucks out a couple of bowls from the cabinets, for now. ] Apparently, that machine can grow his arm back. It'll take a full week, so I'll believe it when I see it, but that's mad.
Mentally... [ mmm.... he chews that over for a moment of trouble silence, heart heavy, considering the way he stumbled at the end of execution, considering the weight of their conversation the night before, drunken one-offs of fears and self-perception that felt a little too close to home. ] ... I'm worried for him. Think he thinks he's better at hiding it than he is.
[ strohl's voice has quieted, the softer rumble of genuine concern more plaintive as he ladles out the stew and brings a bowl over vi. in the meantime, strohl jr happily hops right up into her lap, snuggling in for cuddles. ]
Don't think there's any choice for these things that's "good". But I wish it hadn't been him.
[ damn, it can grow his limbs back. crazy. at least that's good, but - still.
she thinks about that same thing she did when they were watching. they'll be okay when they wake up where the dead go, but they had to get there. they had to be cut into pieces, trash compacted - they had to be electrocuted and burnt and stabbed. maybe the worst part about it isn't even the physical pain, though. humiliated, made to be murdered in front of a live audience, forced to hurt someone you might not want to.
her leg bounces violently where she's sitting, which makes strohl jr grouchy, but she can't stop. when strohl brings the food over, vi frowns, biting her bottom lip absently. ]
I figured he'd be upset by it. He... [ a beat. ] He's said some stuff that reminded me of someone. And I know that someone was never okay, even when they pretended to be, so.
[ she's hungry, but she's a little too anxious to eat, and so she has to try and pet strohl jr to give herself a second. ]
I wish it hadn't been him, too. But he'll be in good hands with you guys, and - I'll keep an eye on him too.
[ is the only agreement he offers at first, because just the word, rougher, carries weight. yeah, he'll be in good hands. yeah, he's not going to be okay. yeah, he reminds me of someone. it's all weight, in the end. weight and how you balance it, and how when you strive for a just cause, your hands have to get dirty. how you handle what it means, to be a person. what it means to have a conscience.
it's the thin difference between strohl and louis, in the end, too - a topic that's too sharp for him to shy much closer to, though it's near constantly on his mind, now with time to spare and think. maybe he needs to stop doing this - stop getting so attached so quickly - but it's hard not to, when you look at someone and think, i know what makes you tick.
he takes a deep breath, ladle still half in the pot, and then exhales it out, serving himself up a bowl, grabbing the bread, and coming to sit across from vi once he's proper composed. he can tear up the piece a little with his fingers, for the moment of something to do with his hands. ]
I'm glad we're in the same room. [ he says, after a moment - him and anders. what goes unvoiced is the easiest, that he'll be keeping an eye on him closely. ] I think it'll just get buried, in the end, but - maybe having people to bear the load'll help.
Thanks, Vi. [ as he settles in - he kicks his leg out just a little, enough to bump his foot into hers where it dangles. ]
... Did he remind you of someone from before? From home.
[ man, you and her both, strohl. scaramouche had made fun of her, the other day - too attached, too quickly. you're setting yourself up for heartbreak, that way. but she doesn't think she can survive if she doesn't get attached. she's not built to be alone. she has been, for a really long time.
strohl junior makes a little rumble noise under her hand, and she kind of just palms him like a basketball and puts him down on the floor for now so she can eat. she needs to eat. can't run on empty, and - well. strohl's food is really fucking good, so it's not like it's a struggle. she dips her own bread into the stew and eats with her fingers, sucks the liquid off like an animal. no manners whatsoever.
and then he kicks her under the table, just enough to reassure, and she kicks back, with the same intention. she doesn't need affection week for this. she likes it, though. ]
Sure.
[ a beat, as she thinks about the weekend - only for strohl to ask, and she blinks, glancing up at him. hesitates. because she'd just... be fine, if nobody ever asked her about home, but.
strohl deserves to get to know. she doesn't want to hide stuff from him, anyway. ]
Yeah. My sister, actually. Not the way he acts, but the way he does things.
[ it's soooooo good. the stew's meaty and rich and just the right kind of spicy. chunks of coney and vegetables, the kind of hearty thing to fill you up and perhaps (metaphor voice) cure status ailments for all allies.
he tears his bread off and dips it into his bowl and gives her the most judgy eyebrows in the world for slurping soup off of her fingers, kicking at her foot again. ] You eat like a toddler.
[ affectionate....teasing... and it lightens the mood a touch, too.
though, as she takes the question and answers it, he tilts his head, a little more thoughtful. vi mentioned her sister to him before in the context of her odd trip - something he knew ended poorly. ]
That right? [ mmf. ] Older or younger? Knowing that and what you said before sort of paints a picture...
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she makes a FACE at him when he teases her, but it's not serious. ]
You eat like a priss. Bet you know what fork you're supposed to use with what food.
[ teases back, half-grinning. she won't eat soup with her fingers OBVIOUSLY it is impossible so she'll be a little more polite here, using a spoon. it takes her a second to reply again because once she's started eating it's really hard to stop eating. she's starving and it tastes really good.
a beat, as she swallows, and then: ]
Younger. [ ... ] My brothers were younger too. I'm the oldest.
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Are you prepared.
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[ help ]
Yes?
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and then he sighs and opens the door.
thankfully it looks like a nightmare in here, but it is kind of funny and also it smells like roasting garlic which is nice! and not horrible! ]
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closes the door ]
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[ STOMPS OFF TO THE KITCHEN ANYWAY the door's still open ]
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Who decided this?
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[ NO ONE KNOWS (us voice) hehe funny ]
It just did it. Whatever, we've a full kitchen, back this way. Come on.
[ GRUMBLING and moving past the tiki horrors briskly. at a power walk. thankfully the kitchen smells delicious, like roasted meat and garlic and all sorts of good things. there are also some little cakes set aside too. ]
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[ terrifying! horrifying! she does not want this!
she... wanders to the kitchen, dodging out of the way of the horrors of tiki. the kitchen is nice, at least, probably. the smell immediately gets her, and her stomach growls loudly when she comes in. aaa. ]
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[ sigh... long suffering........ a tiki stares at her as she comes in.
actually the tiki is a little less back here. it's mostly just islandy - there's a high top table with some stools, and he gestures her over to sit at it. more importantly they have a big kitchen and lots of food.
speaking of! he heads back over to the stove, where some kind of stew is simmering, and gives it a stir with a wooden spoon, then takes a piece of meat out and tosses it down to strohl jr, wherever he's running about. the stomach growl makes strohl laugh - the noise is fond. ]
Have you even eaten today?
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she flops down onto the stool, watching as strohl junior runs donuts around strohl senior's feet, and makes a noise like a clown nose when he manages to grab food from where strohl tossed it. yay!!
as for the question, she makes a face. ]
Eh.
[ she forgor ): ]
That smells good, though.
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[ grumbling under his breath. he messes around for a few minutes in a cabinet, pulls out chunk of bread and tosses it underhand her way. it's the good crusty kind, meant for dipping. ]
's a stew from home. Figured something hearty'd be good. [ a beat, though, as some of his grumbly mother hen energy fades away in the face of the repercussions of the day. ]
...Can't say I blame you, though. Days' events weren't exactly the sort to make you starving.
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strohl's right, though. after this morning, and after... the aftermath, honestly, the urge to eat was low on her list of priorities. she rips a bit of bread off further, and waves it at the poro so that she can pick him up and hold him.
makes her feel a little better about not watching. she should've watched. ]
How's Anders?
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[ strohl says with a grimace in his voice. his back's turned as he plucks out a couple of bowls from the cabinets, for now. ] Apparently, that machine can grow his arm back. It'll take a full week, so I'll believe it when I see it, but that's mad.
Mentally... [ mmm.... he chews that over for a moment of trouble silence, heart heavy, considering the way he stumbled at the end of execution, considering the weight of their conversation the night before, drunken one-offs of fears and self-perception that felt a little too close to home. ] ... I'm worried for him. Think he thinks he's better at hiding it than he is.
[ strohl's voice has quieted, the softer rumble of genuine concern more plaintive as he ladles out the stew and brings a bowl over vi. in the meantime, strohl jr happily hops right up into her lap, snuggling in for cuddles. ]
Don't think there's any choice for these things that's "good". But I wish it hadn't been him.
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[ damn, it can grow his limbs back. crazy. at least that's good, but - still.
she thinks about that same thing she did when they were watching. they'll be okay when they wake up where the dead go, but they had to get there. they had to be cut into pieces, trash compacted - they had to be electrocuted and burnt and stabbed. maybe the worst part about it isn't even the physical pain, though. humiliated, made to be murdered in front of a live audience, forced to hurt someone you might not want to.
her leg bounces violently where she's sitting, which makes strohl jr grouchy, but she can't stop. when strohl brings the food over, vi frowns, biting her bottom lip absently. ]
I figured he'd be upset by it. He... [ a beat. ] He's said some stuff that reminded me of someone. And I know that someone was never okay, even when they pretended to be, so.
[ she's hungry, but she's a little too anxious to eat, and so she has to try and pet strohl jr to give herself a second. ]
I wish it hadn't been him, too. But he'll be in good hands with you guys, and - I'll keep an eye on him too.
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[ is the only agreement he offers at first, because just the word, rougher, carries weight. yeah, he'll be in good hands. yeah, he's not going to be okay. yeah, he reminds me of someone. it's all weight, in the end. weight and how you balance it, and how when you strive for a just cause, your hands have to get dirty. how you handle what it means, to be a person. what it means to have a conscience.
it's the thin difference between strohl and louis, in the end, too - a topic that's too sharp for him to shy much closer to, though it's near constantly on his mind, now with time to spare and think. maybe he needs to stop doing this - stop getting so attached so quickly - but it's hard not to, when you look at someone and think, i know what makes you tick.
he takes a deep breath, ladle still half in the pot, and then exhales it out, serving himself up a bowl, grabbing the bread, and coming to sit across from vi once he's proper composed. he can tear up the piece a little with his fingers, for the moment of something to do with his hands. ]
I'm glad we're in the same room. [ he says, after a moment - him and anders. what goes unvoiced is the easiest, that he'll be keeping an eye on him closely. ] I think it'll just get buried, in the end, but - maybe having people to bear the load'll help.
Thanks, Vi. [ as he settles in - he kicks his leg out just a little, enough to bump his foot into hers where it dangles. ]
... Did he remind you of someone from before? From home.
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strohl junior makes a little rumble noise under her hand, and she kind of just palms him like a basketball and puts him down on the floor for now so she can eat. she needs to eat. can't run on empty, and - well. strohl's food is really fucking good, so it's not like it's a struggle. she dips her own bread into the stew and eats with her fingers, sucks the liquid off like an animal. no manners whatsoever.
and then he kicks her under the table, just enough to reassure, and she kicks back, with the same intention. she doesn't need affection week for this. she likes it, though. ]
Sure.
[ a beat, as she thinks about the weekend - only for strohl to ask, and she blinks, glancing up at him. hesitates. because she'd just... be fine, if nobody ever asked her about home, but.
strohl deserves to get to know. she doesn't want to hide stuff from him, anyway. ]
Yeah. My sister, actually. Not the way he acts, but the way he does things.
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he tears his bread off and dips it into his bowl and gives her the most judgy eyebrows in the world for slurping soup off of her fingers, kicking at her foot again. ] You eat like a toddler.
[ affectionate....teasing... and it lightens the mood a touch, too.
though, as she takes the question and answers it, he tilts his head, a little more thoughtful. vi mentioned her sister to him before in the context of her odd trip - something he knew ended poorly. ]
That right? [ mmf. ] Older or younger? Knowing that and what you said before sort of paints a picture...
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she makes a FACE at him when he teases her, but it's not serious. ]
You eat like a priss. Bet you know what fork you're supposed to use with what food.
[ teases back, half-grinning. she won't eat soup with her fingers OBVIOUSLY it is impossible so she'll be a little more polite here, using a spoon. it takes her a second to reply again because once she's started eating it's really hard to stop eating. she's starving and it tastes really good.
a beat, as she swallows, and then: ]
Younger. [ ... ] My brothers were younger too. I'm the oldest.
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