yuel

[bonetiddies]

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week 0; saturday

[bonetiddies]

[Let's say they get changed and then meet for some food in the kitchen. Harrow looks much more comfortable now dressed in a lot of black and bone accessories, taking a look at the kitchen.]

Have you found anything you like?

[fluffier]

[ Yuel's regular outfit doesn't cover any more skin than the Ariana Grande look, but she's comfortable and that's all that matters. In any case, she grins as she lifts up a steak. ]

Want some meat?

w0 - monday - common room

[fluffier]

[ Yuel is not looking where she's going, so completely engrossed in the magazine that she's got her nose stuck in that she totally slams against Harrow while rounding a corner, yelping and jerking back on instinct ] wh— [ and dropping her magazine on the floor.

The page wide open to the centrefold of Hot 'n' Foxy. ]

Wait, wait! It ain't what it looks like.

[bonetiddies]

[She's. Completely slammed to the ground, because she's tiny, and some of her bone corset goes rattling to the ground while she scoops it up.

So she. . . immediately goes to pick up Hot 'n' Foxy. What's this centerfold look like?]

w0 - friday - sleeping bay (post body)

[fluffier]

[ Having hauled a poor unsuspecting Harrow to her room, Yuel is sitting quietly on her bed, which is unmade and messy—matching the rest of the room around them. ]

Why d'ya think he died?

[bonetiddies]

[It's - probably a good thing that she was forced to go sit down, since she's looking a little rattled. Her hair is mussed, her makeup is messy.]

. . . It's possible he was killed by something here, something that isn't human. But I think it's more likely he was killed by one of us.

week 1; monday

[bonetiddies]

[Sometime after the party, Yuel can probably find Harrow in the tea room, if that works. It's not an exciting starter but they can sit and talk.]

[fluffier]

[ Yuel is putting a plate together, full of pastries and sandwiches, that she eventually offers to Harrow when she sits down. ]

Here, ya gotta eat for me. My appetite's gone...

w1 - friday - med bay

[fluffier]

Harrow?

[ Yuel is peeking into the medical bay, smiling slightly when she sees her. ]

How're ya doin'?

[bonetiddies]

[She's all right. She slept here, and as she's getting up, she's moving a little gingerly, but she'll nod when she sees Yuel.]

I'm doing somewhat better.

w2 - day 1 - sleeping bay

[fluffier]

[ Yuel has a plan when she finds herself wandering to Harrow's room, in her arms a few of her favourite snacks as an all-food care package. ]

Harrow?

[ She pops her head into the room, already smiling when she spots Harrow there, but she finds herself empty of words the moment that Harrow looks over, the space around them disappearing as they're thrown into a memory (1:29:45 to 1:32:52), something so visceral and real that she can almost feel the monster's flames against her skin, too fresh for the frustration and fear to disappear when the memories do.

She stays quiet once she's back to herself, stepping forward without a word to offer Harrow one of the treats she'd brought: a custard bun. ]

[bonetiddies]

[Well, first of all, when she sees Yuel with the custard bun and various care packages, she looks like she's going to protest.

But then the memories play, and they seemed pretty bad. So she'll. . . take that bun, just holding it in her hands, looking down at it and then back at Yuel without stopping to take a bite.]

. . . Did I see something I wasn't meant to see?

w3 - day 1 - observation deck

[fluffier]

[ Yuel is nosing around the new spaces when she spots Harrow, happy as ever to see her when she waves. ]

Harrow! Are ya... [ hm, careful ] feelin' better?

[bonetiddies]

[Why is she being asked if she's feeling better? Like there was something wrong with her instead of Yuel saying strange things that gave her a headache?

It really wounds her suddenly very sensitive pride.]

I'm fine. There was never anything wrong.

w3; friday

[bonetiddies]

[Well. Sometime after waking up on Friday, Harrow can be found in the library, looking around.

When Yuel comes in, though, she'll just grab her by the hands and smell them? Hello?]

[fluffier]

[ um? she is the furry here? ]

Uh... what'cha doin'?

w3 - sunday - dog park

[fluffier]

[ The dog park is by far Yuel's favourite place here, and she's lying on the grass in the room with a sleeping dog curled close to her belly while she strokes his fur.

She'll lazily look back when she notices Harrow, smiling slightly. ]

Heya.

[bonetiddies]

[Harrow. . . doesn't care for dogs! I hate her. But she'll approach, looking like she's stepping carefully and avoiding any dogs that try to run up to her.]

Hello. How are you feeling?

w4; tuesday

[bonetiddies]

Yuel,

Could I ask you the name of your power from the labours task? I swear by the Tomb that I am not planning to murder you. I'm trying to figure out what happened at trial.

[fluffier]

You mean what happened with Aoi and Shi Qingxuan? It didn't have anything to do with the power I got, you can trust me on that one!

w4; thursday afternoon

[bonetiddies]

[I guess she could have found Yuel in person, but this isn't really a conversation she wants to have face to face. And then Wednesday happened.]

You ought to pay attention to text counts before you ask questions.

I told you once that my family guards the Locked Tomb, and that what lies inside it is supposedly a great destructive force, the enemy of God. However, I omitted at the time to tell you that I have been inside the Tomb, and seen who lies inside, and have ever since considered her to be the great love of my life.

I couldn't explain this in any way that makes sense. Only that I saw her, frozen and eternally asleep in there, and I loved her at first sight.

But I also grew up in conditions that were very solitary. Having had an opportunity to form relationships here has led me somewhat to despair of what it means to give one's love only to something that is dead.

Feelings for living people are so much more complex.

[I hope to god Yuel is on a CYOA and this text bounces and Harrow just has to live with knowing Yuel will read this embarrassing wall text about being in love with a dead body when she gets back.]

[fluffier]

[ Unfortunately, Yuel is here.

And this... is not quite what she expected. ]

That sounds pretty complex too. [ whoa ]
Do you not love her anymore? Like you did when you were back home.

w4 - friday - observing room

[fluffier]

[ Yuel is watching the stars in the observing room, because it's nice and peaceful even if someone's head was bashed in here.

She glances over at Harrow. ]

Were ya close to Eleanor?

[bonetiddies]

Not particularly. But I didn't dislike her.

[She still seems a little sad today, though.]

You?

w4; sunday

[bonetiddies]

[Harrow is in the kitchen getting some food. Feel free to approach?]

[fluffier]

[ Yuel will approach! Hovering at her side. ]

Hungry?

w5; friday

[bonetiddies]

[Harrow is looking around the hallways, obviously in a nasty mood. But she'll stop to talk to Yuel.]

Hello.

[fluffier]

[ Yuel, meanwhile, doesn't bother hiding her sullen expression, though she perks up somewhat at seeing Harrow. ]

Hey, are ya lookin' for clues?

w6; tuesday

[bonetiddies]

[Harrow is in the closet, looking through the clothes. In general, Harrow's emotional state is kind of messy - just a miasma of stress and exhaustion and depression energy - but she's focused right now on picking out some options of entirely black clothes.

When she sees Yuel, her feelings are fondness, a little amused irritation with her, and also just awkwardness because Yuel keeps flirting with her.]

Ah. Looking around?

[fluffier]

[ It's not like Yuel had been unaware that Harrow was troubled, burdened by her duty at home and the mysteries of the ship. But feeling everything radiating off her now immediately causes an answering well of concern to bubble up.

But she doubts that Harrow would want to suddenly be treated gently, so she just grins and holds up a fox fursuit. ]

Yeah, there's a lotta funny stuff 'round here. [ (:! ] Are ya interested in fashion, Harrow?

w6, wednesday, beach

[fluffier]

[ Because I flaked and never got your top level, they're at the beach now! Yuel is feeling ridiculously good after the mini-event (hopefully nothing bad happens), standing in ankle-deep water and waving at Harrow when she spots her. ]

Harrow! Wanna take a dip?

i just need you to know ill be slow because these tags are so embarrassing to write

[bonetiddies]

[Harrow is sauntering down the beach, also feeling confident after the mini-event.]

I'm too busy enjoying the view.

w6 - saturday - common room

[fluffier]

[ Yuel is just sitting on a couch with a sandwich after a long day, there's a lot of confusing emotions here: concern and amazement. ]

We really didn't vote this week. No one.

[bonetiddies]

[She's honestly just a bundle of nerves; she pushed through trial, without letting it show, and now that it's over she just seems extremely exhausted and nervous.]

Yes. Finally.

w7; wednesday

[bonetiddies]

[Harrow is just minding her own business somewhere in the void, so easy to just be bumped into and stuck to.]

[fluffier]

[ By now, Yuel has figured out that something unusual is afoot, so when she sees Harrow, she's being careful.

Except when you don't wear shoes and slime secretes from your feet, she suddenly goes slipping uncontrollably forward— ]

Harrow—!

[ —and ends up slamming against the length of her back. ]

w7 - thursday

[fluffier]

FROM: SocietteLov3r

I hope you're week's going a little better now.

[bonetiddies]

[I honestly forgot about usernames and was like. Who?]

Much. Though much is left to be settled.

w7 - saturday - sleep bay

[fluffier]

Harrow...?

[ Like a rude bitch, Yuel is just wandering into Harrow's room whether she gets a response or not. She hadn't missed how upset she looked after returning from the satellite, and when she spots she will just.

Body tackle her into a hug. ]

[bonetiddies]

[Oh, Yuel. Harrow is going through some shit, yeah, but she'll at least wrap her arms around her back. She still looks a little weepy, but she squeezes her.]

I'm okay.