[ Ping! Suddenly you receive a photo of.. a piece of paper with text on it? Apparently someone wanted to send you something, but didn't want to bother finding out where everyone lives..
It's a photo of a card that has text on it in perfect yet somehow also still legible calligraphy. It looks ridiculously fancy for what's written on it, which is-- ]
You are hereby cordially invited to:
ADAINE AND FABIAN'S BREATHTAKING BIRTHDAY BASH!
It will be held today, June 3rd, in the rec room of the apartment building. Presents are not necessary, but a good attitude is most definitely required! There will be drinks, dancing and general merriment, because we all deserve something good after that labyrinth!
Trust me - it will be the party of the century here, and you DO NOT want to miss it!
- Fabian Aramais Seacaster
P.S. If you do not know my good friend Adaine yet, make sure to get to know her at the party. She is an absolute delight, and I want her to have the best birthday party possible!
[ For all characters who would attend, there is a log right over here!
Also, for Vanessa - Fabian would've tried to just send it to the un she used to contact him earlier even if it was hidden.. Just attempt to bounce it to that.. If it doesn't reach her, you're fine to assume that! c: ]
[ at some point in the afternoon, Dream is standing by the fireplace in Vanessa's residence while waiting for Hob to shower. as he waits he calls up his power in the form of a faintly glowing orb, one in which he can see Vanessa's face wherever she is. her pendant helps with this, and she will feel a faint pull of power from it before she hears Dream's voice floating near her. ]
Lady Vanessa?
[ never mind that he has a perfectly fine mobile device that he can call her on. shit's for losers. ]
[ Rarely does she wear the earpiece without cause, since unexpectedly hearing strange voices can be a bit triggering for someone who has a past of...unexpectedly hearing strange voices...but she does keep it in her pocket so that she can tell if someone is trying to contact her.
In this case, at least, the alternate route of magic isn't as alarming as it would be with anyone else. She perks up from where she's out collecting herbs. The psychic pull has her glancing about while touching the pendant, even if she knows he isn't physically nearby. ]
Lord Morpheus? To what do I owe this pleasant surprise?
[ Her tone is light with a tease, but it quickly sobers when realizing there's probably a reason for his making contact. ]
[ So vague! But there are very few people that she can imagine Morpheus inviting into the house. Of course, there is a flicker of hope that it's someone who belongs there—Ethan, perhaps.
But his tone would likely be quite different in that case.
There's only one person she personally knows who she can imagine would be a pleasant surprise for him. There are a couple of Endless to consider, perhaps, but it's unlikely they would bother with bathing. ]
Is that so? [ A pause, unwilling to voice her guess in case she may somehow be wrong and only depress him. She knows he's missed Hob. ] And who might that be?
I thank you for your kindness and patience at my sudden arrival, and for allowing me to stay in your home. After getting more acquainted with this world, I have found suitable accommodations at the apartment building near the hospital and will take a flat there. I have tried to leave my room in the state you leant it to me, and I hope I was not too much of a burden on you. Please, if you should ever require anything, do not hesitate to ask. I look forward to spending more time with you in the future.
He hasn't seen Vanessa. In truth, he would have been avoiding her, if he was ever in a position to bump into her. Especially in the early days of his recovery, where the world around him was numb, and Gorgug was even number. Not an apathy to reality, but an inability to keep his connection to his day-to-day--kinda like how he felt after coming back to life, if in a worse state.
But then that decreased. He became more aware of his surroundings, the people around him, and Vanessa was--a thought. One he allowed himself to have, but didn't know what to do with. It was tricky, the relationship he felt towards her: someone he needed to not feel alone, and someone he wanted to protect. If she's going through anything, Gorgug should know what that is. Did. Does.
And even if he did, did it matter? Would she want to see him? And when he wasn't ready himself to see her--when, truthfully, he still felt scared of what happened to them. It would be acknowledging it.
He's been acknowledging things lately, though. Trying to.
So, there finally comes the day when he thinks to contact her, and he doesn't let the thought go away. He could text her, and it might be easier on her to reply to, but... how has she been? Who has she had?
It's for this reason that Gorgug sends a voice mail, even though real-time communication is available now: for that personal contact.
...after building himself up. ]
...Hey. I... I haven't seen you in a while, and... I can guess why that is, but... I didn't know if you've been doing okay, or would want company, or... if you've got people with you. I know it was... [ Hard to keep company, is what he's about to say, but decides against it. He doesn't want to make her feel bad. ] ...a lot, what we went through. And I don't... blame you.
[ ... ] Not anymore. I did, but...I'm okay now. And I hope you're okay. And I'd like to see you, if that's okay too.
[ There's a pause, a silence. He's talking with his eyes closing for the most part, just thinking. Speaking. Not taking in the visual information around him, except for the fabric of his jeans he taps his nails against idly. ]
...okay. I'll be--waiting.
[ And with that, he ends the message after a few quiet seconds. ]
[ It may take her a few days to check her earpiece and hear the message, and at least another day before she can summon the will to reply.
While mired in guilt over many she hurt, the weight drags further when acknowledging the pain she caused Gorgug—what she drew out of him. It's a danger she still carries, though not to the extent she once did, and her focus on such things have centered inward to better feed her spirals of self-deprecation.
He was young, and he had trusted her, and she had tarnished his spirit until he had bloodied himself for her. He had nearly died for her mistakes. He should blame her. Everyone should. She deserves no forgiveness, but that doesn't mean he doesn't deserve an apology.
Which is why she eventually responds with a voice message of her own, with a raggedness to her voice. ]
Tell me where you wish to meet, and I will be there.
[ Gorgug doesn't think about it. Tries not to make assumptions, and he has projects to keep his mind and body busy: metal constructs to design, and profiles on individuals in Etraya to compile. But when the response comes through (when he sees her username, discreet as it is), Gorgug pauses in the middle of his lab work. Puts aside the gem work he was studying, and sits for a minute or so with the notification. The file.
Listens, finally, and then sits for a minute or two more. He hears a familiarity in her tone, if not her voice. Maybe she doesn't have much support after all.
He sends her a message back. ]
I want to meet you where you've been staying.
[ It's a deliberate choice. He might as well have said where you've been hiding. ]
[ She doesn't think that a very wise meeting place, but neither is she eager to trek outside where others might be. Is there any point to embarrassment at the sorry state of the mansion, when he has already witnessed her so low? ]
The house near the apartments, then.
[ 'House' is a modest word for its size, but its neglect the past couple of months will make it barely recognizable from his first visit.
At least she can put on a proper dress before he arrives; she hasn't the will to bother with anything more. Shame ought to motivate her to tie her hair back, or even dust off the furniture and wash some dishes, but such sorry thoughts have plenty else to focus on. ]
[ He shoots off that message, not giving an estimate of time, even though he can guess good enough. He takes a side trip first, even though he questions if he really should, or needs to go this far.
But--maybe he's just doing what his friends did for him. Getting food from the Kwik Trip, bottled drinks, and especially some coffees and teas (and even some hot chocolate, but that's less important). It won't fit in the backpack he brought, so he's carrying extra carrier bags from the shop itself in his hands, which isn't a big enough deal until he reaches the large front door.
And then he has to drop them to his sides, looking at the entrance, feeling his heart rate skip a little faster--not for the travelling or the weight during it, but for where he is, and the unexpected.
He knocks three times, dressed himself in his usual attire of hoodie and jeans. Ready to meet Vanessa, and ready to see the state that she might be in. ]
Hi, Vanessa. got some information to share with you
the sealed carriage had a robot that says the king is in the locomotive it also had star maps there's no information for who calls the shot on the train. no name about who decides things or how things get decided
[ An engine room being locked makes more sense to her, but whatever the stars have to do with any of this will have to be discovered upon unlocking yet another door. One can hope. ]
If he is a king of anything, it only makes sense for him to rule in some capacity. I wouldn't have thought for it to include manning the engine, but there must be something more to this.
I believe that along with the copy of this key, a cipher seems to be required. An access code, it was called.
It can be directing the train? A star map gives directions too... and if that's what the king can do, then you're making it impossible for anyone to do anything about what's happening. Like a captain without a map or compass. Or stars to follow?
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I know what those are. Do we know how long it's supposed to be?
[ Presumptive it may have been to think she could show up with what little she owned and one (1) vicious little poro safely contained in its dog crate, but that is what Sevika is doing, and it's simple enough to hit up the apartments instead if the answer ends up being a no—
Only now, Sevika isn't even sure Vanessa is still here. Her fallout with Silco had conveniently fallen on the same day she'd typically drop by for a few rounds of cards with Vanessa. She knew her messages were going through; nothing turned them back or mentioned a lost connection or a missing user, and so here she stood outside, wondering. The windows looked dark, and the door was locked, and there hadn't even been a long-winded, flowery response mentioning that she'd be out today and they should reschedule or however else she'd write it out.
It just didn't check out. That alone keeps Sevika from turning back. Instead, she sets her bag down out front and throws her poncho over Bitey the Poro's crate, intending to convince it to take a nap over yapping after her. She doesn't need a fuzzy tagalong for what she's about to do.
Which is, of course, breaking and entering.
It won't be through the door, though. Rather than kicking it in, she's found a window at the side she can easily step up to and slip a blade between where the pane meets the lock. The blade makes short work of it, leaving her to slide the window up nice and quiet-like before slipping in. At the heart of it, Sevika hopes this is a case of Vanessa simply not noticing the handful of messages she's sent. Because, yes, she did do that first before resorting to breaking in. It creates reasonable deniability! But if she wants to be realistic? It's probably not that simple. The wiser choice would have been to go away instead.
She isn't making the wiser choice, of course. It seems like a day for bad decisions all the way down, so why stop at one when she can make another? ]
[ The wards she has placed around the building are not what trigger her awareness to an intruder, but something else that has been growing within her for some time now. Even without, she might have already been on alert, given Sevika had been trying to contact her. Vanessa had figured that the woman may be the sort to not care overmuch at a missed card game, but it seems she’s underestimated her acquaintance’s tenacity.
An abundance of curiosity and tenacity is rarely for the wise, something Vanessa herself can relate to even in her dismal state, so she forces herself up from where she’s been unceremoniously sprawled on one of the parlour’s couches. The air is filled with the lingering scent of marijuana, now ashes in the tray at her feet, where empty bottles and glasses are also strewn. The neglect extends to her own unbrushed hair and wrinkled dress, and she walks barefoot on the cool marble, but she doesn’t seem to care much for bettering herself before discovering what her visitor is up to in the grand house.
The lights are already off, but where she steps, the gas lamps seem to flicker on by themselves before again fading into the stretching shadows. Behind Sevika, the opened window promptly snaps shut of its own accord, just as Vanessa comes to a stop beside the grand staircase. ]
So determined to best me, are you?
[ The jest is weak. In her current state, her performance in any game would be subpar, but she doubts Sevika would go this far only for a card game. Something else must have brought her here. ]
[ Sevika can't help but jerk back from the window when it snaps shut all on its own. That isn't right. Nor is the way the lamps flicker or how the shadows of the house stretch and reach too far. In a sense, she can tell something is wrong in this place and that something, she can't help but conclude, is the house's owner itself.
She's less jumpy when Vanessa calls out her question, that half-hearted joke over their missed card game. Somehow, with how the house reacted, she almost expected the woman to appear out of the darkness next to her rather than like a normal person at the top of the stairs. ]
Oh, you know. You never actually canceled on me, so I figured I'd help myself inside.
[ If Vanessa had offered a mere 'fuck off' in some form or another, that would be a different story, but ghosting her? Please. Sevika looks up the stairs at Vanessa, a frown tugging at her lips. This is hardly the prim and proper lady she's used to, and the smell of smoke — from something, though she's not sure what — and the standard look of a miserable drunk keys her in even without seeing the mess she'd left behind. ]
[ The remark on her poor appearance draws a ghost of a smile, half-amusement and half-sadness, if that can even be witnessed in the dim light. It's quickly vanished at the inquiry.
With arms folding, she clasps at her elbows with a dry swallow, making her way halfway down the steps before stopping to respond. ]
Yes. As it often does. Loss, that is.
[ There's a near temptation to utter a relevant passage to describe her sorrow, but somehow she can't summon the energy for even that much, so instead she casts her attention back onto why she's having to talk at all. Ignoring the outside is one thing, but telling someone off is an entirely different matter, and she is rarely prone to do so.
Besides, even as she is prone to distancing herself of late, she still craves the company. ]
...I'm not certain if I've the humours for a game of cards, if that is the only reason you came.
[ Despite the statement, there's a curious lilt near the end, as if it's more of a question. Why did Sevika really go to the trouble of breaking in? ]
Yeah? I'd suggest grabbing a drink instead, but I get this funny feeling you're way ahead of me there.
[ From one drunk to another, although Sevika isn't the drunk one for once. Not that she regularly goes about in public as such; much like Vanessa, she holes up instead. It's hardly the type of drinking one does with friends.
As such, she won't suggest drinking beyond that jab at what Vanessa's been up to. ]
I take it someone's not in Etraya anymore.
[ Since death is not final here. She steps away from the window, moving on towards the stairs herself, though she will remain at the bottom of them rather than ascending to meet Vanessa halfway. ]
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It's a photo of a card that has text on it in perfect yet somehow also still legible calligraphy. It looks ridiculously fancy for what's written on it, which is-- ]
You are hereby cordially invited to:
ADAINE AND FABIAN'S BREATHTAKING BIRTHDAY BASH!
It will be held today, June 3rd, in the rec room of the apartment building. Presents are not necessary, but a good attitude is most definitely required! There will be drinks, dancing and general merriment, because we all deserve something good after that labyrinth!
Trust me - it will be the party of the century here, and you DO NOT want to miss it!
- Fabian Aramais Seacaster
P.S. If you do not know my good friend Adaine yet, make sure to get to know her at the party. She is an absolute delight, and I want her to have the best birthday party possible!
[ For all characters who would attend, there is a log right over here!
Also, for Vanessa - Fabian would've tried to just send it to the un she used to contact him earlier even if it was hidden.. Just attempt to bounce it to that.. If it doesn't reach her, you're fine to assume that! c: ]
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Lady Vanessa?
[ never mind that he has a perfectly fine mobile device that he can call her on. shit's for losers. ]
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In this case, at least, the alternate route of magic isn't as alarming as it would be with anyone else. She perks up from where she's out collecting herbs. The psychic pull has her glancing about while touching the pendant, even if she knows he isn't physically nearby. ]
Lord Morpheus? To what do I owe this pleasant surprise?
[ Her tone is light with a tease, but it quickly sobers when realizing there's probably a reason for his making contact. ]
Is all well?
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[ there's a kind of ... pulse in the pendant. a sense of reassurance that washes over her. ]
I, too, have had a surprise. I took the liberty of inviting this surprise into your residence so that he can bathe.
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But his tone would likely be quite different in that case.
There's only one person she personally knows who she can imagine would be a pleasant surprise for him. There are a couple of Endless to consider, perhaps, but it's unlikely they would bother with bathing. ]
Is that so? [ A pause, unwilling to voice her guess in case she may somehow be wrong and only depress him. She knows he's missed Hob. ] And who might that be?
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[ there is a subtle pleased note to his tone, yes. though he next words sound less so. ]
Though he does not remember the time spent in the City.
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She would loathe for Ethan or Dorian to arrive without any memories of the City, even if it did come with its own trauma. Selfish, perhaps. ]
But he does, at least, remember you?
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a letter left on the table addressed to Vanessa
I thank you for your kindness and patience at my sudden arrival, and for allowing me to stay in your home. After getting more acquainted with this world, I have found suitable accommodations at the apartment building near the hospital and will take a flat there. I have tried to leave my room in the state you leant it to me, and I hope I was not too much of a burden on you. Please, if you should ever require anything, do not hesitate to ask. I look forward to spending more time with you in the future.
Robert Gadling
(new address enclosed)
un: gorgug, voice (start of january)
He hasn't seen Vanessa. In truth, he would have been avoiding her, if he was ever in a position to bump into her. Especially in the early days of his recovery, where the world around him was numb, and Gorgug was even number. Not an apathy to reality, but an inability to keep his connection to his day-to-day--kinda like how he felt after coming back to life, if in a worse state.
But then that decreased. He became more aware of his surroundings, the people around him, and Vanessa was--a thought. One he allowed himself to have, but didn't know what to do with. It was tricky, the relationship he felt towards her: someone he needed to not feel alone, and someone he wanted to protect. If she's going through anything, Gorgug should know what that is. Did. Does.
And even if he did, did it matter? Would she want to see him? And when he wasn't ready himself to see her--when, truthfully, he still felt scared of what happened to them. It would be acknowledging it.
He's been acknowledging things lately, though. Trying to.
So, there finally comes the day when he thinks to contact her, and he doesn't let the thought go away. He could text her, and it might be easier on her to reply to, but... how has she been? Who has she had?
It's for this reason that Gorgug sends a voice mail, even though real-time communication is available now: for that personal contact.
...after building himself up. ]
...Hey. I... I haven't seen you in a while, and... I can guess why that is, but... I didn't know if you've been doing okay, or would want company, or... if you've got people with you. I know it was... [ Hard to keep company, is what he's about to say, but decides against it. He doesn't want to make her feel bad. ] ...a lot, what we went through. And I don't... blame you.
[ ... ] Not anymore. I did, but...I'm okay now. And I hope you're okay. And I'd like to see you, if that's okay too.
[ There's a pause, a silence. He's talking with his eyes closing for the most part, just thinking. Speaking. Not taking in the visual information around him, except for the fabric of his jeans he taps his nails against idly. ]
...okay. I'll be--waiting.
[ And with that, he ends the message after a few quiet seconds. ]
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While mired in guilt over many she hurt, the weight drags further when acknowledging the pain she caused Gorgug—what she drew out of him. It's a danger she still carries, though not to the extent she once did, and her focus on such things have centered inward to better feed her spirals of self-deprecation.
He was young, and he had trusted her, and she had tarnished his spirit until he had bloodied himself for her. He had nearly died for her mistakes. He should blame her. Everyone should. She deserves no forgiveness, but that doesn't mean he doesn't deserve an apology.
Which is why she eventually responds with a voice message of her own, with a raggedness to her voice. ]
Tell me where you wish to meet, and I will be there.
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Listens, finally, and then sits for a minute or two more. He hears a familiarity in her tone, if not her voice. Maybe she doesn't have much support after all.
He sends her a message back. ]
I want to meet you where you've been staying.
[ It's a deliberate choice. He might as well have said where you've been hiding. ]
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The house near the apartments, then.
[ 'House' is a modest word for its size, but its neglect the past couple of months will make it barely recognizable from his first visit.
At least she can put on a proper dress before he arrives; she hasn't the will to bother with anything more. Shame ought to motivate her to tie her hair back, or even dust off the furniture and wash some dishes, but such sorry thoughts have plenty else to focus on. ]
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[ He shoots off that message, not giving an estimate of time, even though he can guess good enough. He takes a side trip first, even though he questions if he really should, or needs to go this far.
But--maybe he's just doing what his friends did for him. Getting food from the Kwik Trip, bottled drinks, and especially some coffees and teas (and even some hot chocolate, but that's less important). It won't fit in the backpack he brought, so he's carrying extra carrier bags from the shop itself in his hands, which isn't a big enough deal until he reaches the large front door.
And then he has to drop them to his sides, looking at the entrance, feeling his heart rate skip a little faster--not for the travelling or the weight during it, but for where he is, and the unexpected.
He knocks three times, dressed himself in his usual attire of hoodie and jeans. Ready to meet Vanessa, and ready to see the state that she might be in. ]
cw: light self-harm implication
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cw: mental illness, mental hospital, torture
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( train mission ) un: gorgug, text
the sealed carriage had a robot that says the king is in the locomotive
it also had star maps
there's no information for who calls the shot on the train. no name about who decides things or how things get decided
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Curious.
I may hold a key to the locomotive, but it seems something more may be required in order for us to gain proper access.
Whyever would maps of the stars be hidden away?
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The robot is a fail safe for the king. So the king probably controls something?
Do you think anyone else could have a key to get in there?
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If he is a king of anything, it only makes sense for him to rule in some capacity. I wouldn't have thought for it to include manning the engine, but there must be something more to this.
I believe that along with the copy of this key, a cipher seems to be required. An access code, it was called.
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[ He's Trying... ]
I know what those are. Do we know how long it's supposed to be?
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un: graham | text
[ If this seems like it might be something Important, Deep, and Meaningful... it definitely isn't. ]
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action;
Only now, Sevika isn't even sure Vanessa is still here. Her fallout with Silco had conveniently fallen on the same day she'd typically drop by for a few rounds of cards with Vanessa. She knew her messages were going through; nothing turned them back or mentioned a lost connection or a missing user, and so here she stood outside, wondering. The windows looked dark, and the door was locked, and there hadn't even been a long-winded, flowery response mentioning that she'd be out today and they should reschedule or however else she'd write it out.
It just didn't check out. That alone keeps Sevika from turning back. Instead, she sets her bag down out front and throws her poncho over Bitey the Poro's crate, intending to convince it to take a nap over yapping after her. She doesn't need a fuzzy tagalong for what she's about to do.
Which is, of course, breaking and entering.
It won't be through the door, though. Rather than kicking it in, she's found a window at the side she can easily step up to and slip a blade between where the pane meets the lock. The blade makes short work of it, leaving her to slide the window up nice and quiet-like before slipping in. At the heart of it, Sevika hopes this is a case of Vanessa simply not noticing the handful of messages she's sent. Because, yes, she did do that first before resorting to breaking in. It creates reasonable deniability! But if she wants to be realistic? It's probably not that simple. The wiser choice would have been to go away instead.
She isn't making the wiser choice, of course. It seems like a day for bad decisions all the way down, so why stop at one when she can make another? ]
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An abundance of curiosity and tenacity is rarely for the wise, something Vanessa herself can relate to even in her dismal state, so she forces herself up from where she’s been unceremoniously sprawled on one of the parlour’s couches. The air is filled with the lingering scent of marijuana, now ashes in the tray at her feet, where empty bottles and glasses are also strewn. The neglect extends to her own unbrushed hair and wrinkled dress, and she walks barefoot on the cool marble, but she doesn’t seem to care much for bettering herself before discovering what her visitor is up to in the grand house.
The lights are already off, but where she steps, the gas lamps seem to flicker on by themselves before again fading into the stretching shadows. Behind Sevika, the opened window promptly snaps shut of its own accord, just as Vanessa comes to a stop beside the grand staircase. ]
So determined to best me, are you?
[ The jest is weak. In her current state, her performance in any game would be subpar, but she doubts Sevika would go this far only for a card game. Something else must have brought her here. ]
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She's less jumpy when Vanessa calls out her question, that half-hearted joke over their missed card game. Somehow, with how the house reacted, she almost expected the woman to appear out of the darkness next to her rather than like a normal person at the top of the stairs. ]
Oh, you know. You never actually canceled on me, so I figured I'd help myself inside.
[ If Vanessa had offered a mere 'fuck off' in some form or another, that would be a different story, but ghosting her? Please. Sevika looks up the stairs at Vanessa, a frown tugging at her lips. This is hardly the prim and proper lady she's used to, and the smell of smoke — from something, though she's not sure what — and the standard look of a miserable drunk keys her in even without seeing the mess she'd left behind. ]
You look like shit, Ives.
[ Straight to the point, as she ever is. ]
Something happen?
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With arms folding, she clasps at her elbows with a dry swallow, making her way halfway down the steps before stopping to respond. ]
Yes. As it often does. Loss, that is.
[ There's a near temptation to utter a relevant passage to describe her sorrow, but somehow she can't summon the energy for even that much, so instead she casts her attention back onto why she's having to talk at all. Ignoring the outside is one thing, but telling someone off is an entirely different matter, and she is rarely prone to do so.
Besides, even as she is prone to distancing herself of late, she still craves the company. ]
...I'm not certain if I've the humours for a game of cards, if that is the only reason you came.
[ Despite the statement, there's a curious lilt near the end, as if it's more of a question. Why did Sevika really go to the trouble of breaking in? ]
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[ From one drunk to another, although Sevika isn't the drunk one for once. Not that she regularly goes about in public as such; much like Vanessa, she holes up instead. It's hardly the type of drinking one does with friends.
As such, she won't suggest drinking beyond that jab at what Vanessa's been up to. ]
I take it someone's not in Etraya anymore.
[ Since death is not final here. She steps away from the window, moving on towards the stairs herself, though she will remain at the bottom of them rather than ascending to meet Vanessa halfway. ]
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