PC: Fidelio

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Weekend 0, Sunday

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[ reading the IC profiles and she suddenly looks over at Fidelio with her eyes widening in surprise. ]

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[ ? ]

What?

w0, sunday

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[ throws us back out on the beach again after execution ]

How you holdin' up?

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... It has been a lot to take in, hasn't it? But I think I will be all right.

[ offering him a grateful look. ]

Did you have an opportunity to speak with the general?

Week 1, Wednesday

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[ Even though she was very drunk at the party, Eupha stayed a little late to help clean a little and bring any leftovers back to the mansion! She still has some coordination, despite being overly giggly.

But now she's back at the mansion and draped over one of the couches they just got for the main floor. ]

What fun! I'd not thought a funeral could be so full of merriment!

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[ help she's so cute. he sets a glass of water down on the coffee table in front of her and then takes a seat next to her on the couch, crossing his arms behind his head as he leans back. ]

Other tribes always give us shite for not takin' things serious, but I reckon our way leaves everyone feelin' a lot better. All about appreciatin' what you had and movin' forward.

w1, saturday

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[ well that was terrible. he'll try to check on eupha a little while afterward. ]

Don't look forward to havin' to do anything like that again. [ shakes his head. ] You all right?

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Yes... I'm all right.

[ a grateful look. ]

I suppose there was no right choice for us...

w2, thursday

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[ fidelio had gone with basilio to the hospital as soon as he'd been triaged and sent over, and he hasn't left since.

at the moment, he's just outside the door to the room — still cracked so he can see inside — with his backpack open and full of medical supplies as he looks over a page in his notebook with a pen in his hand. he's still extremely on edge, and is tapping his foot anxiously as he goes down and checks things off. ]

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[ coming over to stand by him... watching him with concern. ]

Did you have everything you need? If there is anything else, I can go and retrieve it...

[ because she knows he won't want to leave his brother's side. ]

w2, saturday

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[ comes to stand next to her, shaking his head. ]

Real glad we got that right in the end.

Got too used to the killers confessing in the last hour. Should've figured we wouldn't always be that lucky.

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[ letting out a breath... ]

I was so worried we'd had it wrong... If she was lying, I couldn't tell at all.

w3, monday

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[ i am totally going to give you that asshole memory sometime this week, but for now, the memory playing over the mirrors is a bittersweet one (2:45:55 - 2:49:49), knowing how shortlived this moment of relief was even in a timeline where owl-quest's will's party won. ]

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[ oh... eupha had wondered how the brothers could seem to change so much after just a day, but this certainly shines some light on that. there's definitely something uncanny about watching a version of herself that she doesn't remember, standing and speaking alongside the rest of them. but, that aside... ]

... I see. Had we succeeded against Louis, then...

[ this was the future that would have followed. ]

Week 3, Friday

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[ happy death day... eupha's still in the flower field. she can be seen sitting down on the bench there, staring down at her phone in her hands.

she seems a bit out of it, as she doesn't react when fidelio is nearby. ]

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[ ...oof. she was probably close to both of them, huh. ]

Hey. You doin' all right?

w3, saturday

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Sorry. That wasn't a very satisfying conclusion.

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I knew there would not be one. But... it is not so easy to deal with the lingering doubts and regrets.

Week 4, Thursday

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[ coming to see him at the hospital!! she manages some calmness despite the situation, but there isn't quite enough of it to suppress all of the concern and anxiety. ]

Is there anything you still need?

[ assuming jiaoqiu already came and patched up the bullet wounds(?!!) for him, but. how's he looking. ]

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[ yeah thankfully!!!! he seems, like. okayish. as lucid as anyone on a bunch of painkillers can be, at least, and the vibes aren't Awful, just tired and a little guilty and worried.

injury-wise, with his chest and foot bandaged up... well, the missing ear chunk and the jagged ring around his neck look like old scars now that the blood's been washed off. ]

Nah, I'm all right. Thanks. [ ... ] Did I hit you with the horn earlier?

[ it was a hollow reed... ]

w4, saturday

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...Well, this sort of throws a wrench in the theories we were makin' up to now.

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It does...? Which part?

w5, monday

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[ stepping onto the comic con car... immediately wrinkling his nose ]

If they were gonna fill one of these things with fake people, you'd think they could've used better smelling ones.

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... I wasn't going to say anything...

[ that would be rude. ]

Wait, they are fake?

w5, thursday

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[ checking up on her at the hospital... hopefully she's already had plenty of water by now but brings her a glass anyway. ]

You soberin' up now?

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[ sitting upright in bed, with a computer keyboard next to her...

she's sober enough to look a little sheepish at that. she'll take the water. ]

I did not seem that drunk, did I...?

Week 5, Saturday

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... I am sorry for troubling you.

[ ... up to you if he's still high for this or not. ]

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[ help he will not be because i actually did want to have this conversation ]

'Bout scared me to death there for a bit, but. It's fine.

[ sighs. ]

You don't have to hide stuff like that from me, you know. I've got a pretty thick skin.

w6, monday

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[ at the academy peering into some classrooms ]

Never actually been in one of these places before. Did they have any sort of organised school on your island?

[ nothing like this obviously but maybe one of the huts was a school hut? ]

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Nothing quite like this, but the elders in the village would often gather the children together to teach us various things. And my brother taught me much, as well.

[ she's curious, so she's just gonna come in and start looking at the notes and diagrams in here. yay! ]

w6, friday

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[ well. it's a relief that no one who was at the tavern last night turned up dead this morning, and an even bigger relief that the count is only one this week, but. still pretty grim news to add to an already dour atmosphere.

fidelio will come find eupha once the crowd has thinned out. ]

You up for that first aid training still?

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[ as she often does, eupha sticks around in the tavern after the others leave, helping a little with the cleanup. but also, it's just a nice place to stay. ]

I am if you are.

[ she offers a faint smile, a little helpless. there's nothing they can do about the greater tragedy looming over them until tomorrow. at least this would allow them to do something. ]

Week 6, Sunday

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[ back at the tavern after execution. ]

... It's finally over.

[ not just today's violence, but all of it. hopefully. ]

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Hard to believe.

[ not sure i do, completely. ]

Not sure what kept the three of us safe when all the other groups from the same worlds lost at least one of theirs, but I won't complain.

w7, monday

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[ taverns us fuck it ]

Hard to believe they're actually back, just like that.

[ like, IT'S GREAT, but. wild. ]

Though I s'pose dyin' when you're already dead never made much sense anyway.

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[ he'll catch her looking around as if seeing this place for the first time. but then she looks at him as he speaks. ]

That's true... though it was quite frightening when we could only wonder where their souls had gone.

[ back when we didn't know about the healing centre. ]

w7, saturday

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[ comes back for a drink at the tavern later... ugh. he's not radiating sheer rage anymore, at least — he's still angry, but it's a lot more tired and disappointed. ]

Tomorrow's the day.

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... It is. Though I wish that we could be more relieved about it.

[ they aren't exactly going to get a reprieve. and tonight, they have so many goodbyes to say... ]

May I ask how you're feeling now?