camille

[undread]

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week 0; saturday

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[let's explore! laudna has changed into her gown, though her long hair is still down and pinned into her red and black flower crown. she's looking around the haunted house now, fiddling with one of the walls where moaning and scratching sounds are coming.]

Hello? Anyone in there?

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[Damn, she's severely underdressed for this. Camille's exuding cusping gen x/millenial in a dark sweater and jeans with worn in ankle boots, and looks ever more out of place now that Laudna's dressed for the part.]

Hoping to make friends? [She approaches slowly with respectable distance. Now that she understands hauntings may be real, things are different.] I don't know that they're happy to see us.

week 0; monday

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[laudna can be found on monday down by the water, sticking her hand in the nasty water to collect leeches. she's wearing a gown, and she has black ink all over her body in the shape of tree branches, mimicking the branch pattern on the lace of her dress. words occasionally appear in the branches. right now, the phrase You know she doesn't have your best interests at heart... is visible.]

Good morning!

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Morning.

[Camille's out and about on a mope, surely much less useful than whatever Laudna's plotting with the leeches. Her own writing is treacherous. When she left the theater she was clean. Approaching Laudna her leg declares, it runs in the family.]

What are you doing with those?

WEEK 0: Monday, midday, post-leeching

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Laudna, what did you do with those leeches.

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[hmmm. oops.]

I just put them somewhere for safe keeping, that's all.

WEEK 0: Friday

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[LADIES NIGHT.

They are a beautiful pair. Camille has finally made it to the pyre. She is wet and very leeched. She coughs as she takes in the bulletin.

And says nothing.]

[undread]

[what a beautiful pair! she's sort of fixing her shoulder, which got a bit dislocated from the socket from falling on a corpse.]

Oh no. What happened? You have a few leeches, dear.

week 1; monday

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[we can have fun with affection week if we want...but also, let's check out the creepy location full of insanely powerful magical items we can only get if we do murders?]

...Oh my! This doesn't bode well, does it?

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[Here my dumb ass was setting up every pc with dank fruits and farm fun, i forgot about juicy plot locations]

That it doesn't.

[They're really in the shit now. Camille leans in closer to a display. Unlimited wealth?]

Know of any exceptionally greedy fucks?

WEEK 0: Thursday

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[It is the morning and there are a few regrets.

Camille doesn't set out looking for Laudna. They cross paths by accident, alone in the morning mist.]

...Morning.

[undread]

Hello, Camille.

[she's not hallucinating anymore, so that wariness is gone. hopefully camille has also changed out of her blood shirt.]

WEEK 1: Thursday

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Laudna.

[She's tracked her down.]

What gives?

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[ahhhhh don't just track her down and start speaking bluntly about the situation. that's insane.]

About what?

WEEK 1: Sunday

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[Exhausting.

Yet Camille is on the move. She catches the other woman incidentally, from a far enough distance where she could keep passing without conversation. After a moment she decides better of it. Two heads will be better than one.]

Laudna?

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[waving.]

Hello, Camille. How are you dealing with all of this?

week 2; monday

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[wow here's a wonderful and engaging starter about exploring the new locations. it's very interesting and gives you a sense of the world we're playing in. anyway, memory]

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[I love our new beautiful tatami mats yes

but i love memories more.

Camille comes free of this one in a sweat. Has she been treated to bloodier sights? Maybe. But the way she spoke to her — Delilah, not an old friend hitching a ride after all — it was like her own had raked its tongue over her neck.

She looks to Laudna, speechless for a moment. Then, tentative, low and urgent:]

It was her? All this time, you've been carrying her?

week 2; saturday

[undread]

[bad. she will come to camille's little bubble for nasty ladies and stare at her.

i'm glad we were finally able to bond and become friends this week.]

What are you?

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Hmm. Perhaps you should focus on the task at hand.

week 3; monday

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[let's say we're in the city, but wherever we are, laudna is approaching camille with deadly seriousness.]

...Camille, I need to talk to you about something.

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[Well Camille's expecting a lot of weird energy from a lot of people. At least she's not brandishing a knife.]

I'm all ears.

[Her heartbeat picks up and her shoulders stiffen, but Camille is too tired to make much fuss. There's nothing she could do to make it up to any of them. Might as well weather whatever they throw at her.]

week 4; tuesday

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[a little after all of the drama...]

Well. How are you feeling? Not possessed anymore, I hope?

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Christ, I fucking hope not.

[She is pinching the bridge of her nose and pretending like she isn't developing a stress headache. She either has no thoughts or every thought in the universe at once.]

They should have picked someone else. We've lost kids, people who barely got their lives off the ground. Some of whom had never been possessed.

week 4; sunday

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[well. she will come find her after she has been swamped, wherever she's recovering.]

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[DUTIFULLY SWAMPED!

That said she is at the Haunted House because Yuffie was in charge of her. She is, appropriately, looking haunted. Her right eye is gone but the socket is bandaged, the rest of her is healed. She's just horizontal in malaise on Tomi's old bed.]

Hi there.

WEEK 5: Monday

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[They are in front of the broken robot. Well Laudna is. Camille has hugged her from behind again. This fucking curse is a blight.]

Someone's been messing with this guy.

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[oh... hugged! patting her hand.]

The poor thing. Well, maybe it's for the best? He seemed to be suffering.

WEEK 5: Thursday

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[GODDAMMIT LAUDNA]

Hey...

[Wherever she's at, Camille will be sidling in real gentle-like.]

You're not still hoping to claw Astarion's eyes out, are you?

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[she's recovering a bit. she's been swamped but i don't know what the effect is yet so that's fine. she sulks when she mentions astarion, and there's a strong emotion of resentment and envy.]

...Everyone blames me. It isn't fair. Why do you all love him so much?

WEEK 5: Saturday

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[Well she simply must find Laudna. Their joint custody daughter...is gone.

Whenever Camille finds her she will just slowly pull her into a sad, soft hug. We're all doing so bad out here.]

I'm sorry you had to do it.

[undread]

[oh. she'll hug her right back, holding her tightly.]

...That's alright. [she's very sad kate is gone. that part isn't the part she struggles with, necessarily.] I don't want to hurt children. And... I didn't want her to feel afraid of us. [but beyond that.] It's worse to stand by and watch.

WEEK 6: Monday

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[Taking refuge at the Haunted House after ALL OF THAT.]

Christ. We're all going to get sick aren't we?

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[kissing her.]

week 6; thursday

[undread]

[well she will help camille back to the house from the swamp if she can? or just see her once she's recovering somewhere.]

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[Recovering is probably best. Camille has blanketed and is prone in whatever room they've put her up in, glowing like a fire fly. Much less burned, but still one-handed.]

Come to pay your respects, have you?

WEEK 6: Friday

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[a most cursed of days.

Camille will find Laudna wherever she is. Bereft, silent, TEMPORARILY benching her Sazantos larping/cat punning for the moment. Sadly she cannot bend the worst effect, which is seeing people on fire whenever she touches them. So rather than come offer hugs, she keeps a prudent distance.]

...I didn't ever think it would be her.

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[it's fine. laudna just looks at her, wherever she is (probably near the cathedral or near the house). she seems sort of dazed; not crying or angry or any of the emotions she's shown before, nor unwarranted cheerfulness. just sort of lost looking. she's holding pâté tightly in her arms.

she doesn't say anything at first, just looks from camille to pâté to the ground.]

I don't...

week 6; saturday

[undread]

[you can find laudna at the pyre after the discussion has died down, still a dark looming column inside her barrier, hard to make out aside from the lanky silhouette with wide shoulder-like wings folded across her back and glowing red eyes.]

Well. You wanted a chat?

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[Aw shit here we go again.

Camille is, as always, beyond miserable when she enters the veil. Laudna shouldn't be the one in here. Laudna was a constant. Endlessly sweet, understanding even in the foulest of hours.

And, even after a devastating trial and harrowing euthanasia conversation, she still has to come here. To the comedy man of monsters...]

You've always made for interesting conversation.

WEEK 7: Thursday

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[Time moves so fast, pyramid head moves faster.

They can be strolling by this cursed ass lake. Camille might even stop to pick up a rock, smooth and flat. She winds up and chucks it. One, two, oops.]

Never was much of a pitcher.

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You have a better throwing arm than I do.

[her 5 strength, she is so frail.]

How are you feeling? [she was so depressed on saturday, even if laudna was a little too crazy to acknowledge it.] Is it better, being over here?

WEEK 7: Saturday

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[Let's go back to our home, Laudna. Let's haunt this house. Even if Camille is going to sleep in her much nicer gy apartment she is nostalgic for at least this much.]

Honestly, was not expecting Totty to come in with a laser precision insult at the last second.

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Oh, he did so well! Perfectly set up for his skill sets.

[she's in a much better mood. and also a bit banged up but mostly okay. she's a d&d so she's not pressed.]

How are you feeling?