[Okay, anyway, here is a starter for you. Harrow on Monday is in the common room, sitting on the couch next to a two-handed sword that is definitely too heavy for her to carry. She's holding a piece of sandpaper and it looks like she'd deciding whether to sandpaper the sword.]
[ beau has a whole bag of sour candy that she's digging her fingers into, like some sort of raccoon. her tongue hurts from the sour but she refuses to stop eating them. she's walking through the room - and then she notices the two-handed sword. ]
Whoa. That's huge. [ kind of reminds her of... well. ] Is that thing yours?
[ she nudges harrow. ] Maybe you could ask the Avatars for help. Molly just went up and asked one of them for weed and they gave him some, so the possibilities are fucking endless, I feel like.
I understand. It can't be easy, being reunited without any certainty it will last. But given that the two of you have the same goal, I'm sure you'll achieve it.
[Well, she will go find Beau in her sad simulated jail cell? She doesn't wait long after trial ends to go looking for answers, and she doesn't expect Beau will have much she wants to say to Harrow.]
[The first one she's stood outside menacingly? But she can't remember what she was thinking of, suddenly. She's never done anything like that, has she?
. . . It doesn't matter.]
It's not a pleasant place to stay. Would you like me to generate something different?
I. . . don't have very many pleasant places to choose from. But. . .
[She thinks, and then, a little embarrassed? Chooses what looks like an extremely luxurious room with white and gold striped wallpaper, a crystal chandelier, ornate, plush furniture, and on the walls dozens of extremely explicit nude oil paintings of the same man and woman holding varieties of objects.]
This place is dreadful, but Ianthe thinks the paintings are funny.
[. . . Good. She was hoping Beau would like them. Maybe there's even a small smile. Even though she herself hates these paintings, this room, despite her better instincts, is a place where she feels safe.]
Better? Do you think we might talk about what happened, or is the one where she's balancing a watermelon too distracting?
I lost it on Thursday. Me and Molly and uh... Ashiya, Fukuda, Omi and Goujou all got high as fuck before the doors locked, and I lost track of it around then. I figured I'd find it Friday, but...
[That's part of why she couldn't believe Beau had killed - she's seen that kind of loyalty before. It's hard for her to trust people, but also hard to believe Beau would betray him in some way.]
I'm sorry that this happened to you. I had thought perhaps you were under some sort of compulsion, but it seems it is even more simple than that. You were framed by a truly unscrupulous person.
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week 0; monday
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Whoa. That's huge. [ kind of reminds her of... well. ] Is that thing yours?
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[It can't possibly be. She's so skinny. Her arms are twigs.]
You don't happen to know anything about swords, do you? I'm trying to sharpen this.
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[ she flops down next to harrow, and offers her some of the sour candies. they're sour patch kids. ]
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[Looking at the sandpaper, a bit defeated.]
I'm sure it's fine. I'm not certain it even needs to be sharpened.
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[ ... ] You sure you can actually pick it up? It looks... heavy.
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[She'll lift it, but it's definitely too heavy for her to like. Swing it.]
. . . Usually I can supplement my strength with necromancy.
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[ huh. ] There's a gym here, you know. Maybe I could help you get a little more muscle.
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No, thank you. There is something quite depressing, at the thought of sweating to lift some weights in order to barely keep up.
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[ she nudges harrow. ] Maybe you could ask the Avatars for help. Molly just went up and asked one of them for weed and they gave him some, so the possibilities are fucking endless, I feel like.
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. . . Mollymauk is your friend from home, is that right?
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It's been a while since I've seen him.
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[I mean, that isn't really a secret at this point.]
It's fortunate, isn't it, to have the thing you came here to achieve so easily in your sight?
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Sort of. He's here and that's good, it's like a solid goal, you know? But it's also like a reminder of what I have to lose.
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[ ... ] What are you going for? With this whole thing.
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[Well. . . she would lie, since she doesn't know Beau well, but she told Mollymauk the truth, so it might backfire.]
I'm not. . . absolutely certain. I have a gap in my memories.
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... You don't think this place took the memory of it, do you? Or was it something that happened at home?
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You're pretty stubborn. I like that.
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. . . This is literal.
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[ sniff. she's just sitting against the bars with a blanket and a pillow. she's totally fine, probably. ]
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[The first one she's stood outside menacingly? But she can't remember what she was thinking of, suddenly. She's never done anything like that, has she?
. . . It doesn't matter.]
It's not a pleasant place to stay. Would you like me to generate something different?
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I - yeah. Please.
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[She thinks, and then, a little embarrassed? Chooses what looks like an extremely luxurious room with white and gold striped wallpaper, a crystal chandelier, ornate, plush furniture, and on the walls dozens of extremely explicit nude oil paintings of the same man and woman holding varieties of objects.]
This place is dreadful, but Ianthe thinks the paintings are funny.
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well, harrow has beau's sense of humor pegged, because she fucking bursts into laughter at the nude pictures. ]
What the fuck -- [ wow, this is great. ]
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Better? Do you think we might talk about what happened, or is the one where she's balancing a watermelon too distracting?
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[ she says, giggling. it's that kind of really tired, almost hysterical laughter you get when shit sucks. but. ]
Yeah. Yeah, we can talk about whatever.
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Molly - didn't fucking do it, though. I know he didn't, and I'll tell you why - if he did, he would've told me.
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I know he didn't. If he had, he could have argued he had done it a lot more convincingly.
But yes - I believe the two of you would have told one another your plans.
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[ deep breath. ]
Idiot. [ she loves him so much :( ]
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[That's part of why she couldn't believe Beau had killed - she's seen that kind of loyalty before. It's hard for her to trust people, but also hard to believe Beau would betray him in some way.]
I'm sorry that this happened to you. I had thought perhaps you were under some sort of compulsion, but it seems it is even more simple than that. You were framed by a truly unscrupulous person.
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Tomorrow, whatever happens - whatever fucking justice they wanna put me through? I'm gonna fight it.
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[She doesn't have anything to say about that.]