[ they are probably not going to kiss despite my wishes.
however, ema has had a few drinks by now, and she may or may not want to think about her rooming situation. her face is a bit flushed, and she's not stumbling but she's not steady as she's walking back to the hotel from one of the many bars. ]
Did it [ MUNCH. ] have to be [ MUNCH. ] that glimmerous fop? [ MUNCH. ]
anyway wrio is not a predator but he is a gentleman, and so when he spots a lone woman slowly shambling her way through the hotel hallways it's only natural that he slowly converges towards her.
this may make him seem like some sort of creep, so she is well within her rights to dropkick him in the stomach. ]
Something the matter?
[ who is this glimmerous fop she speaks of... also if he shows up in another thread in his stupid prison outfit i will die so he is in a hoodie and jeans. ]
[ his stupid prison outfit? you mean his default canon outfit?
she isn't going to dropkick anyone yet. she's a little tipsy, so her judgment is going to take a bit. ]
You'd think an all expenses paid for vacation could afford you your own room. [ MUNCH. ] Don't you think that'd be the best rooming situation? [ MUNCH. ]
[ my second date with ema.....shoves wriothesley out of the way
rng (my heart) said to go with luna market so that's where they are now, surrounded by giant moles, colorful booths, and the world's slowest mounts. it's the latter that wriothesley is currently watching with fascination. he's pretty sure he's been at this for five minutes and they've moved maybe a whole foot. wow! ]
I really have to wonder whose idea it was to conscript snails into being transportation.
[ thankfully, i don't hate either of them enough to actually put them on the snails. ]
[ A SECOND DATE..... ema is not date material even if she should be loved by everyone
ema is looking at the wares... they seem pretty benign. too magicky, not scientific enough, but she does have enough whimsy that she's eyeing the candy and the magic wands. ]
The same reasons why moles are here, probably. Can they see if anyone takes their goods?
[ would either of them actually lose enough reason to try riding the snails ]
[ if they were both promised a lifetime supply of tea and snackoos would they brave the snails.... ]
You know, that's a good question. [ cautiously, he waves a hand in front of one of their faces. no response. ] Guess not. But I'm sure they have other means of detecting what goes on around them.
[ although since everything's free anyway, is it really a problem if rampant theft happens? questions to ponder for later. for now, they have (throws darts) potions to make. ]
What say you to trying out some of these activities?
[ getting war flashbacks to tagging boba's ema and also getting pelted in the face with SCIENCE. but in that case! he motions towards one of the potions stalls. ]
anyway they're both dead now. yippee!!! wriothesley is less yippee about this than i am, and has for some god-forsaken reason (read: a desire to retrace the steps of everything that happened before things went so terribly wrong) is now back in the otium biome, watching the various rides of EXCITATRON9000 glitch and freeze.
it's a little awkward for ema to see someone she was in love with for an hour and died with, but it's enough time after that she can be normal. kind of normal. as normal as she can be after dying.
seeing the glitches makes her thinks of how they could be other ways to die, but it's fine. it's making her think and focus on solving mysteries. ]
No. Not at all. I've been thinking it might be because... we died, and this is over where the others are.
[ the living. ]
There might be some disconnect. I don't know why, though.
wriothesley's heart does a weird little flip flop at the sight of ema nearby (thanks, residual effect of being in love with someone for a whole hour and then suddenly dying) but he's professional enough to keep a straight face. ]
Are those your deductions as a detective? [ he'll defer to her judgement if so. ] I've admittedly never died, so I don't have much experience on the subject.
she makes a small face at being called a detective because being a detective is one of the biggest disappointments of her life, but she is responsible with her job. ]
I don't have much to go off since I've never died before, too, and it's not like I can talk to the dead. It seems like the logical reason to me right now, but it's only a guess at best. I don't know enough about how this place works.
alas, neither of them are right now. also, they probably shouldn't die again. (jk. unless.....?) ]
You're talking to me right now, aren't you? [ haha... ] More seriously though, is there any way to tell we haven't been modified somehow? Even if neither of us have ever died before, I'm pretty sure being dead doesn't usually involve this.
[ with a gesture at himself. the breathing. the moving. the eating. the sometimes sleeping?? ]
[ we continue to drug and curse them into being stupid enough to die.... if you want to double die in the gy.... we can try. (is never against dying)
she makes a face. so many men are made of jokes, but she gets what he means. ]
There's nothing to say it can't involve all the physiology that comes with living, though. It's our preconceptions guiding us. I do think it's odd that we have to breathe and our hearts still beat and that we still get hungry to eat, too, but we'd need tools and instruments to scan us for any changes.
Even if I were to do a pat down, I don't know if I could detect anything different that way.
[ if they still feel the same internally, would they feel any different externally? things to think about. ]
I've browsed through a few volumes of poetry in my free time. But I have to say, art books are more my speed.
[ because he just loves monet so much, why does my phone keep autocorrecting to money
anyway. are they still barking? checks status page. they are still barking. he gets kicked in the ass, his face bangs into the bar counter, and he groans before barking once. ]
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however, ema has had a few drinks by now, and she may or may not want to think about her rooming situation. her face is a bit flushed, and she's not stumbling but she's not steady as she's walking back to the hotel from one of the many bars. ]
Did it [ MUNCH. ] have to be [ MUNCH. ] that glimmerous fop? [ MUNCH. ]
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anyway wrio is not a predator but he is a gentleman, and so when he spots a lone woman slowly shambling her way through the hotel hallways it's only natural that he slowly converges towards her.
this may make him seem like some sort of creep, so she is well within her rights to dropkick him in the stomach. ]
Something the matter?
[ who is this glimmerous fop she speaks of... also if he shows up in another thread in his stupid prison outfit i will die so he is in a hoodie and jeans. ]
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she isn't going to dropkick anyone yet. she's a little tipsy, so her judgment is going to take a bit. ]
You'd think an all expenses paid for vacation could afford you your own room. [ MUNCH. ] Don't you think that'd be the best rooming situation? [ MUNCH. ]
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but he falls into line next to her, a good foot and a half away so she can revel in her personal space. ]
Maybe that's part of the all-expenses paid bit. Cut corners to save costs in order to make it seem more appealing on the surface.
[ he's already met his roommate and it was Fine but clearly things are not for this woman. ]
Not a fan of who you've been paired up with?
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he really is such a gentleman. she clocks the kept distance. ]
I hate how that's a good point. [ MUNCH. she's already disillusioned. she can be even more disillusioned. ]
He's someone I wanted to get away from.
[ MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH. at least eating all these snackoos is going to sober her up soon. ]
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A [ hm, probably not friend ] coworker of yours?
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ema makes a face. ]
I have to work with him too often. It's hard to say this is a vacation if I have to see him.
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w1 monday
rng (my heart) said to go with luna market so that's where they are now, surrounded by giant moles, colorful booths, and the world's slowest mounts. it's the latter that wriothesley is currently watching with fascination. he's pretty sure he's been at this for five minutes and they've moved maybe a whole foot. wow! ]
I really have to wonder whose idea it was to conscript snails into being transportation.
[ thankfully, i don't hate either of them enough to actually put them on the snails. ]
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ema is looking at the wares... they seem pretty benign. too magicky, not scientific enough, but she does have enough whimsy that she's eyeing the candy and the magic wands. ]
The same reasons why moles are here, probably. Can they see if anyone takes their goods?
[ would either of them actually lose enough reason to try riding the snails ]
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You know, that's a good question. [ cautiously, he waves a hand in front of one of their faces. no response. ] Guess not. But I'm sure they have other means of detecting what goes on around them.
[ although since everything's free anyway, is it really a problem if rampant theft happens? questions to ponder for later. for now, they have (throws darts) potions to make. ]
What say you to trying out some of these activities?
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The potions interest me the most.
[ they are the most science-looking things here. the spark of interest even makes her seem 20 percent more cheerful. ]
Science doesn't wait for anyone.
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Lead the way then, mademoiselle.
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not the french, but okay. that tracks since fontaine did sound kind of french to her. she walks over and grabs the first color she sees: blue.
she pours a small portion out on the ground to see if it does anything: nope. ]
Hmm... does it need something else to do anything?
[ or is it just for aesthetic? ]
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w1 wednesday
anyway they're both dead now. yippee!!! wriothesley is less yippee about this than i am, and has for some god-forsaken reason (read: a desire to retrace the steps of everything that happened before things went so terribly wrong) is now back in the otium biome, watching the various rides of EXCITATRON9000 glitch and freeze.
how weird. ]
Ever seen anything like this before?
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it's a little awkward for ema to see someone she was in love with for an hour and died with, but it's enough time after that she can be normal. kind of normal. as normal as she can be after dying.
seeing the glitches makes her thinks of how they could be other ways to die, but it's fine. it's making her think and focus on solving mysteries. ]
No. Not at all. I've been thinking it might be because... we died, and this is over where the others are.
[ the living. ]
There might be some disconnect. I don't know why, though.
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wriothesley's heart does a weird little flip flop at the sight of ema nearby (thanks, residual effect of being in love with someone for a whole hour and then suddenly dying) but he's professional enough to keep a straight face. ]
Are those your deductions as a detective? [ he'll defer to her judgement if so. ] I've admittedly never died, so I don't have much experience on the subject.
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she makes a small face at being called a detective because being a detective is one of the biggest disappointments of her life, but she is responsible with her job. ]
I don't have much to go off since I've never died before, too, and it's not like I can talk to the dead. It seems like the logical reason to me right now, but it's only a guess at best. I don't know enough about how this place works.
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alas, neither of them are right now. also, they probably shouldn't die again. (jk. unless.....?) ]
You're talking to me right now, aren't you? [ haha... ] More seriously though, is there any way to tell we haven't been modified somehow? Even if neither of us have ever died before, I'm pretty sure being dead doesn't usually involve this.
[ with a gesture at himself. the breathing. the moving. the eating. the sometimes sleeping?? ]
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she makes a face. so many men are made of jokes, but she gets what he means. ]
There's nothing to say it can't involve all the physiology that comes with living, though. It's our preconceptions guiding us. I do think it's odd that we have to breathe and our hearts still beat and that we still get hungry to eat, too, but we'd need tools and instruments to scan us for any changes.
Even if I were to do a pat down, I don't know if I could detect anything different that way.
[ if they still feel the same internally, would they feel any different externally? things to think about. ]
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week 2, tuesday
It doesn't stop, does it?
[ what doesn't
(yeah) ]
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Doesn't look like it. But that's not always a bad thing. If Claude Monet had stopped, we never would have gotten so many lovely paintings.
[ yeah ]
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she nods and takes a drink. cheers to that. ]
I didn't know you could be so poetic.
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I've browsed through a few volumes of poetry in my free time. But I have to say, art books are more my speed.
[ because he just loves monet so much, why does my phone keep autocorrecting to money
anyway. are they still barking? checks status page. they are still barking. he gets kicked in the ass, his face bangs into the bar counter, and he groans before barking once. ]
Woof.
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oh my god. ema reaches out to him and slides a hand between his forehead and the counter. ]
Are you okay?
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tragically for me he's fine, and he waves off her concern as a server wanders over and plunks down his drink. ]
Fine, fine, just fine. [ he sounds soooooo tired of this. ] Absolutely love having to bark like a dog every time I want to talk to someone.
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