I didn't have time to use it, Strohl, the fuck did you expect me to do? It wasn't going to fix me being cut in half.
[ unfortunately, she spits that right back, but - kind of regrets it. there's still... so much that she has not confronted about that. there's a lot of feelings she has had all week about dying and having to die, and she doesn't know how to express them or get them out, but.
... she understands. she gets why they're both pissed. and she knows she's a hypocrite, but. ]
Don't promise that. [ she says after a second. ] Okay? Not - not now. We don't know if it's for sure that I can go with you. Me trying already landed us here, I don't want that to happen for a third time.
[ it could have. you don't know that. he doesn't say it, this time. he just looks - hurt, mad, but in the same way. like a wounded animal, someone who has lost and lost and lost, someone who regrets the words out of his mouth as soon as he says them. regrets every failed promise, regrets the fact that he couldn't wake up that night and protect vi when she needed an ally, after everything he'd said.
don't promise that. hits that same way, regret bitter on the back of his tongue. ]
... [ strohl doesn't say he won't, and luckily, he doesn't have to. instead, that same urge to protect rises quick, and it redirects his anger into something more affronted, edges softened just a touch in comparison to before. ] You did not land us here - in what universe does that make any sense.
[ she doesn't like putting that look on his face. they're so similar in some ways, because it's protective, it's the urge to put yourself in front of the sword for someone you care about, someone you just met. it wasn't his fault. it was probably her's, because it usually is, for not thinking before she jumps.
it's the universe telling her she couldn't just leave her mess behind her. ]
It's gotta be a consequence, right? For trying to sneak onto your fucking train. [ a beat. ] Whatever. I don't want to argue about it.
[ it's a little too close to strohl seeing just how much she hates herself sometimes, and she doesn't want that out in the open. ]
[ absolutely not fuck you!!! he feels bad enough about failing her once already, actually, and to hear her blame herself for what was, really, his fault, makes him scowl. ]
If it's a consequence, then what'd everyone else do to earn the same thing? What the hell could - someone like Rupert, for example, have possibly done to have deserved this. Don't be daft.
[ she doesn't want to argue, so he doesn't push much harder than that, though the look that follows is sharp. in the end, they kind of deserve each other for this exact reason. ]
I did. But it doesn't matter, right now. What matters is the fact we're both here, and this is still awful, but it's far better than the last Arboursday you and I spent together before some trial.
[ she doesn't answer the bit about rupert, because she also thinks the poor boy doesn't deserve to be here. but. he's right, this sucks, but she's not dead. even though she kind of expected to be. there's a lot of horrible shit becoming black mold in her lungs at that whole thing, too. ]
Wish we hadn't been shuttled off to our separate lounges. I didn't want to be trapped in there.
[ she... rubs at her face. and then - waves, like. come on. come with me, we're going to her lounge, because she wants to drink. guest passes you in for two hours. ]
[ The lounge's common area is a bar with a cozy atmosphere with a small collection of both tables and couches for seating. The bar itself is backlit by low neon lights for a warm glow and a back wall displaying all sorts of bottles of liquor, mixers and otherwise. The bar top is solid with a small built-in sink and ice box for making delicious drinks and a collection of sugars, spices, and salts are kept in organized containers amongst the glasses.
it kind of looks a little likeee this in nature but also there's still beige around! there's a kitchen close by, too, and two rooms and a bathroom. there are stickers on the counter of the bar that say 🤜 wahoo!!! 🤛 all over.
vi absently reaches to take his hand as they come through, because affection week, and because it's kind of just like. what she does to her siblings in general.
she'll lead him to the bar proper! ]
Want anything? [ a beat. ] What was that look for?
he'll take it! that's fine. his hands are calloused and strong as ever, maybe even more so than they were the last time they met - affection week makes it easy, so he's led. he looks at the wahoo stickers, but mostly at the cool atmosphere, and now he's definitely making a face ]
Take an ale, if you've got one. [ also ] Just... thinking about these rooms, is all. Ours is... something.
[ mods voice: what team is the most likely to get into a portland polycule situation lowe immediately and without hesitation: (team d but our actual team name) ]
Your whole team is something. [ she says, amused. she lets go of his hand so she can get him some sort of ale, and grabs just like. straight whiskey for herself. jonas got so mad at her for this he was like WE CAN DO MIXED DRINKS but she's lazy.
slides him an ale and sits on the bar counter. ]
How'd that go last night? Did any fights break out?
No, but I was enjoying my first bloody night of peaceful sleep on Wednesday when I woke up to a boom like a damned gunner. Asuka and Boothill got into it over a bedroom and shot each other.
The man's got good ideas! We don't agree on everything, mind, but that's part of the joy of it.
[ their room together is a containment zone more than anything else. strohl seems to be relaxing a little with this conversation though, easing into familiarity and knowing that vi's alive, so a little catchup time is probably good. ]
...Besides. He knew two of my companions, before, and another person we spent time with, and spoke highly of them all, so. A point in his favour there, too.
[ the moral of the story is he loves anders he's the best roommate. there's a hum to those two names - he likes both tama and roxana... ] Remind me who all's in here, again?
See, that's why I thought so, because you both fucking love arguing.
[ lmao
she slides down into a seat next to him and is just... touching him somehow, whether she's leaning against him or got her leg and foot pressed against his, it doesn't matter. anders had mentioned bas and eupha and fidelio to her, actually, so she nods at that, tilting her head back, and then: ]
he makes a face, but doesn't even argue it because... it's not untrue..... just kind of grumbling a little to himself, and lets it slide. the close proximity is fine on this the week of affection, and he tilts his head a little, listening. ]
...Yeah. [ expression softer, with that. ] Can't say I got to know him that well, but... still. Losing anyone's not great, let alone waking up to it.
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[ unfortunately, she spits that right back, but - kind of regrets it. there's still... so much that she has not confronted about that. there's a lot of feelings she has had all week about dying and having to die, and she doesn't know how to express them or get them out, but.
... she understands. she gets why they're both pissed. and she knows she's a hypocrite, but. ]
Don't promise that. [ she says after a second. ] Okay? Not - not now. We don't know if it's for sure that I can go with you. Me trying already landed us here, I don't want that to happen for a third time.
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don't promise that. hits that same way, regret bitter on the back of his tongue. ]
... [ strohl doesn't say he won't, and luckily, he doesn't have to. instead, that same urge to protect rises quick, and it redirects his anger into something more affronted, edges softened just a touch in comparison to before. ] You did not land us here - in what universe does that make any sense.
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it's the universe telling her she couldn't just leave her mess behind her. ]
It's gotta be a consequence, right? For trying to sneak onto your fucking train. [ a beat. ] Whatever. I don't want to argue about it.
[ it's a little too close to strohl seeing just how much she hates herself sometimes, and she doesn't want that out in the open. ]
You didn't break any promises.
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If it's a consequence, then what'd everyone else do to earn the same thing? What the hell could - someone like Rupert, for example, have possibly done to have deserved this. Don't be daft.
[ she doesn't want to argue, so he doesn't push much harder than that, though the look that follows is sharp. in the end, they kind of deserve each other for this exact reason. ]
I did. But it doesn't matter, right now. What matters is the fact we're both here, and this is still awful, but it's far better than the last Arboursday you and I spent together before some trial.
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[ she doesn't answer the bit about rupert, because she also thinks the poor boy doesn't deserve to be here. but. he's right, this sucks, but she's not dead. even though she kind of expected to be. there's a lot of horrible shit becoming black mold in her lungs at that whole thing, too. ]
Wish we hadn't been shuttled off to our separate lounges. I didn't want to be trapped in there.
[ she... rubs at her face. and then - waves, like. come on. come with me, we're going to her lounge, because she wants to drink. guest passes you in for two hours. ]
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[ muttered, looking briefly off into the distance as if staring into the camera and recalling something...
...anyway. he shakes his head after that and nods, following after with relative ease. TELL ME ABOUT YOUR HOUSE. ]
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it kind of looks a little likeee this in nature but also there's still beige around! there's a kitchen close by, too, and two rooms and a bathroom. there are stickers on the counter of the bar that say 🤜 wahoo!!! 🤛 all over.
vi absently reaches to take his hand as they come through, because affection week, and because it's kind of just like. what she does to her siblings in general.
she'll lead him to the bar proper! ]
Want anything? [ a beat. ] What was that look for?
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he'll take it! that's fine. his hands are calloused and strong as ever, maybe even more so than they were the last time they met - affection week makes it easy, so he's led. he looks at the wahoo stickers, but mostly at the cool atmosphere, and now he's definitely making a face ]
Take an ale, if you've got one. [ also ] Just... thinking about these rooms, is all. Ours is... something.
[ mods voice: what team is the most likely to get into a portland polycule situation
lowe immediately and without hesitation: (team d but our actual team name) ]
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also HELP ME that's so funny jesus ]
Your whole team is something. [ she says, amused. she lets go of his hand so she can get him some sort of ale, and grabs just like. straight whiskey for herself. jonas got so mad at her for this he was like WE CAN DO MIXED DRINKS but she's lazy.
slides him an ale and sits on the bar counter. ]
How'd that go last night? Did any fights break out?
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[ stares at the drink ]
Not last night.
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Okay. [ she is trying not to grin at this. ] Did you guys fight over the washing machine?
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No, but I was enjoying my first bloody night of peaceful sleep on Wednesday when I woke up to a boom like a damned gunner. Asuka and Boothill got into it over a bedroom and shot each other.
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[ ... ]
I mean, they're both alive? Right?
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[ FINALLY DRINKS HIS BEER he has seen so many things in the past 48 hours ]
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[ vi did not know this but it gave me ptsd ]
Isn't he a robot...
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[ that is not how that works but okay ]
It was a long night.
[ takes a giant swig of his beer in despair ] ...Not so bad otherwise, though. Anders and I are bunking up.
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[ a man is dead but she's kind of amused by this. ]
We've only got the two rooms, so Tama and Roxana took one. Me and the others are in the other room.
[ when i tell you this is a winter situation where all the boys and vi were like w/e we'll sleep on the couch ]
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[ their room together is a containment zone more than anything else. strohl seems to be relaxing a little with this conversation though, easing into familiarity and knowing that vi's alive, so a little catchup time is probably good. ]
...Besides. He knew two of my companions, before, and another person we spent time with, and spoke highly of them all, so. A point in his favour there, too.
[ the moral of the story is he loves anders he's the best roommate. there's a hum to those two names - he likes both tama and roxana... ] Remind me who all's in here, again?
[ that's so valid i love that for them ]
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[ lmao
she slides down into a seat next to him and is just... touching him somehow, whether she's leaning against him or got her leg and foot pressed against his, it doesn't matter. anders had mentioned bas and eupha and fidelio to her, actually, so she nods at that, tilting her head back, and then: ]
Me, Roxana, Tama, Jonas, Childe, Luke, Ichiban. And - y'know. [ Essek. ]
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he makes a face, but doesn't even argue it because... it's not untrue..... just kind of grumbling a little to himself, and lets it slide. the close proximity is fine on this the week of affection, and he tilts his head a little, listening. ]
...Yeah. [ expression softer, with that. ] Can't say I got to know him that well, but... still. Losing anyone's not great, let alone waking up to it.
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[ so she's not... wildly upset, but still. a beat, as she leans, and then: ]
God, I told him he could take my gloves if he stayed awake. Tempting fate.
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[ pause ] Do you think he could even lift them....
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[ a huff. ]
He said himself he probably couldn't lift them, but I told him if Dante could, he probably could. [ a beat. ] They're still in here. He didn't.