astarion

[undread]

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saturday; week 0

[undread]

[let's explore a little! laudna has changed into a gown, though she still has her long hair down and pinned into her purple and red flower crown. she's poking around the camp, looking at this point into the church.]

Oh, my. Something quite creepy happened here.

[haematocritical]

[ everyone scrambling to get out of their cult robes like AAA.

astarion’s… nearby. not actively poking into the church. he’s in his camp clothes with a spindly looking greenish blade with a decorative skull now attached to his side. ]

No. Something creepy? In a church?

[undread]

While, sometimes they just worship a god and make offerings and prayers that go unanswered. But the creepy variety is so much more fun.

w0, monday

[haematocritical]

[ puts them over at the cemetery because why not, let's go visit all the creepiest places. ]

I suppose this and the mortuary make sense now we know they're planning to have us all dead within the next couple of months.

[ internal screaming. ]

[undread]

[the cemetery is perfectly fine. she doesn't find it creepy at all; i'm sure he doesn't, either. she's wearing her gown still, and she has the patterns of tree branches in ink all over her arms, matching the pattern of branches on the lace of her bodice and skirt. words occasionally appear in the branches. Right now, You know she lies, right? appears scrawled on the branch along her arm.]

I thought all of it was rather quaint, but it's ugly now. I despise cults.

[haematocritical]

They do have a talent for being a gigantic thorn in most people’s sides.

[ and this isn’t even one they know anything about. he can’t make any personal decisions on this stupid cult if all he knows is step one: summon individuals, step two: they die, ??? profit in the form of giant beast. ]

… Quaint is certainly one word for it.

week 1; monday

[undread]

[let's explore new locations while we also experience the wonders of affection week. laudna is at the clothing store, inspecting the invisible sewing machine and poking through the available options.]

With a little embroidery and some darts, this seems perfectly serviceable.

[haematocritical]

[ he is going to be so thrilled for affection week. hoo boy. ]

...

Are you planning on fashioning that into something new, my dear?

[undread]

I'm considering it. It's good to have some additional clothing, if we're going to be traipsing about.

[she is still wearing her gown, which she's patched up a bit with sewing. but honestly she wears this gown to be a full time d&d adventurer so it has seen better days.]

w1, friday

[haematocritical]

[ three bodies aaaaa.

astarion is over by the beach, not really… doing much other than staring at the water a little distantly. ]

[undread]

[mood. she's "investigating," but there's nothing to find. why would there be. so she'll come over and join him.]

I wonder if someone found themselves tempted...

w2, monday

[haematocritical]

[ my starters are really just me throwing the memshare into the abyss this game.

i picked a nice normal one for you. ]

[undread]

[touches i love him so much.

this memory is bloody and violent, and it's probably expected that laudna will react with that typical gleam in her eye and too cheerful appreciation for it. but she doesn't. the memory ends and she's frozen in place.

it's not the blood. it's the way he felt, the power of those feelings. the anger, the fear, even enjoying the opportunity to feel a little power in turn. it hurts to feel those things even if they're from someone else, and she's not sure how to react or if she can react.

after a moment, she groans a little and runs her fingers through her hair, twisting it and pulling it over her face, frustrated and sad.]

...Sorry.

w3, monday

[haematocritical]

[ it was the creepy woods or bust, honestly. or rather, just around the point of reaching the centre. astarion is brushing some webbing off his arm and grumbling to under his breath-- ]

-- no bloody right to be that big.

[undread]

[ooooh the spiders. she clasps her hands together.]

Oh, those things are nasty, aren't they?

w3, saturday

[haematocritical]

[ yay trial day? yay trial day. ]

Well. You do keep finding yourself in unfortunate situations, don't you?

[undread]

I don't get why this keeps happening.

[she isn't a particularly proactive member of trial, mystery solving wise.]

week 4; monday

[undread]

[let's check out the amusement park?

laudna's thought share is just manifesting right now as some little flowers around her head. she seems like she's in a good enough mood. though when one ride or another starts playing music and flashing lights, she startles a little.

So noisy! Why!]

What is this place meant to be...?

[haematocritical]

[ heck yeah we love a boardwalk amusement park. probably.

or they did until it got really loud and startled laudna. ]

A hub for con artists, mostly. Or, that's usually how it goes. Tempt people to play your rigged games by enticing them in with colours, lights and sounds and then make the game near impossible to beat.

[ And likely very distracting, when your eardrums are being blown out. ]

w4, saturday

[haematocritical]

[ you know where you just


scream with your mouth closed? yes. that's the emotion today. ]

[undread]

[yes. and thanks to thoughtshare she can understand. just smiling awkwardly.]

Wow! That was terrible!

w6, wednesday

[haematocritical]

[ what a wednesday. hello. ]

Hello my dear. Are we still mad about the pageant?

[undread]

Astarion!

[aww. she smiles to see him, so obviously not.]

No, no, of course not. I don't have any interest in winning a beauty pageant of all things, how silly.

w7, monday

[haematocritical]

[ wowow. endgame.

he'll come and see how laudna's doing on the monday. ]

Did you get settled in? Weird as that is to say that.

[undread]

[she's leaving her apartment, in a little bit better spirits.]

Yes. It still feels like we're a little behind...