[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ despite the joking on the network, strohl is keeping good on his word, actually - so at some point on monday afternoon, she gets a message! artfully typed via voice to text. ]
Are you hungry? Come to the 'Congratulations' restaurant.
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
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.
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!!! ]
[ 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! ]
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, ]
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. ]
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 ]
[ 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.
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
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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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week 0, monday
Are you hungry? Come to the 'Congratulations' restaurant.
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she's a little breathless and definitely a touch panicked. ]
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...What the hell was that? [ we're idk somewhere. outside. strohl needs to be outside now. ]
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vi is here with strohl junior, who has cheese stuck to his face around his mouth. ]
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week 1, thursday >:U
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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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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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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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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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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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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 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 --
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Maybe this'd be a good spot. ]
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w7 WEDNESDAY
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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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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