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w0, monday

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[Boo.

He is coming out of the baggage claim whippy, wiggly belt machine with Frumpkin.]

[doublefists]

[ what are you doing in the trash

she's day drinking nearby, so when he comes out of the baggage claim she just raises an eyebrow. ]

What a weird shape for luggage. [ ok ]

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[HE DID NOT KNOW IT WAS TRASH, THANK YOU!!! Why are you just drinking nearby while he's in the trash?!?!

Once out, Frumpkin clambers up to his shoulders, and Essek dusts himself off. VI GETS A LOOK. She really does have Beauregard energy. Why is that? Why is that...]

Very funny. Have you been in there?

[doublefists]

[ because she is the trash

STOP ROASTING ME IN YOUR META she watches him curiously as he brushes himself off. ]

Yeah, it's creepy as shit. I told Jacopo it's got backalley energy. Like I'm going to turn around and someone's going to have a knife at my throat and a grubby hand in my pocket.

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[stop

I WILL NOT. It's true. They're the same picture.]

Backalley energy... [Well. He glances behind him.] It... does, I suppose. Have that.

The word... was it... "beware"?

[doublefists]

[ shrimps you ]

That's what me and Jacopo thought. [ stretches idly. ] Beware quick assassins. Beware... crazy quadrants. I don't know.

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[don't fucking shrimp me hello]

A warning... [Or just insane ramblings.] You seem to be on good terms with Jacopo.

Did you explore there together?

[doublefists]

He's fine.

[ which is a yes, she likes jacopo, unfortunately. ]

I just caught up to him around the hangman, and we talked about how someone's super going to die in that area.

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[That seems to be how it goes when it comes to Jacopo. You like him, unfortunately.]

I see you both waste no time in jinxing it.

w2, monday

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[i forgot i used this shitpost help me why was it so accurate for them

He is standing in front of the new, non-Cowboy bar. The unfortunate one which requires secrets. He's looking at the sign below the open speakeasy, frowning into the darkness.]

"Secrets only"...?

[doublefists]

[ i know it's so terribly accurate

peeks around him, eyebrows raised. ]

What, a guy like you doesn't have any secrets to tell? [ hehe. ]

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[STOP THIS. He lifts his chin and makes a bit of a face.]

I have plenty, but that doesn't mean I want to tell...

[Looking back at the door. Well. This HOLE. He gestures at it. This thing. This hole.]

[doublefists]

[ this HOLE ]

Just do something stupid. You cursed anybody? Do that.

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I haven't.

[Remembers Megumi being balled in the fight.]

Just - give me a moment.

[HIS NERVES!! Ok, think. Something inconsequential.... Something useless. Whispering:]

Suguru Geto asked me for condoms.

[Why did he say this?!]

[doublefists]

[ the way

she knows who this is so she fucking chokes ]

-- He what?

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[He mistakes the exclamation for the condom portion, not the knowing.

He gives her kind of a flustered shot of a glance.]

Unprompted.

[The will open thankfully now.]

[doublefists]

[ she will usher them through before they have to secret again but: ]

No, no - this is. The monster guy, right? The one that has a bunch of gross monsters he throws at people?

w3, monday

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[stop tagging me when i'm writing your starter you fuck

He opens the door to go back into one of the new suites he's claimed for himself, thinking it perfectly fine, wary a little, only to find out IT ISN'T FINE. He steps directly into Vi's which has somehow suddenly merged with his own.

I don't even know if she would be in one of these, but she is now. Your drunken emo apartment room.

He pauses just inside, then says what is probably a curse in another language.]

[doublefists]

[ MY DRUNKEN EMO APARTMENT ROOM yeah that's exactly it. it probably looks a little like that honestly. terrible.

she startles and immediately throws a bottle at him? IT'S INSTINCT. SORRY. ]

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[DON'T KILL HIM.

He yelps and only manages to dodge by way of ducking out of reflex because of the whole ordeal. The shattering bottle startles him, too. DAMN!]

It's me!

[doublefists]

[ a ]

-- Fuck, sorry! [ A ] Essek? How did you even get in here?

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I don't know! I was trying to go into my room!

[And now, suddenly, he's in Vi's room, and he is getting a bottle thrown out of him (fair) out of defensive reflex (valid).

Out of the blue, she gets walloped by a memory. Why are Fjord and Beau so stupid????? HELP ME

anyway, shows your character to your other character]

[doublefists]

[ YET AGAIN I MISS BEAU

she blinks, after this memory - laughs, actually? she just huffs out a laugh, because hey, at least this one isn't as terrible as the others she's seen today. ]

... Who was that? Friends of yours? [ a beat. ] The lady was pretty hot.

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[OUR BEAU!!!

Don't laugh. Okay, maybe laugh. It is better than him getting bullied to hell and back, and it is better than some traumatic ass memory, as if she might not get one of those later anyway.

His exhale is Tired, but wry. He makes a disgruntled noise at the question, and then quickly lifts both hands up. DO NOT.]

I'm sure she would be thrilled to hear. [He waves dismissively in front of himself.] Beauregard and Fjord and the rest of the Mighty Nein.

[doublefists]

[ eats the traumatic memories like shrimp ]

So you weren't kidding when you said you had experience with rowdy groups. [ hehe. ] Wahoo must've been familiar.

They just wanted you to fit in, I think.