PCs with Cinque

[swordhandled]

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Week 1, Tuesday

[swordhandled]

[ Owain has become accustomed enough to the resort to at least be comfortable with wandering around. Right now, he's just loitering around the lobby, investigating the couches a bit more. ]

omg that image

[whirlingmace]

[ She'll approach and then look at him and then the couch. ]

Hey hey. What are you doing, Seventh Place?

[ Is he going to become one with the couch again? It seems kind of lonely without a pile up ]

i had to

[swordhandled]

Oh, Cinque!

[ he stands up ]

Not at all! I am merely attempting to determine more of the mystery behind the very magic of these couches.

[whirlingmace]

Hmm. I think they are normal couches. [ Oh wait. ] Oh! Are you hoping for someone to land on you?

[swordhandled]

Nothing of the sort! I... [ coughs ] believe I have had my fill of that yesterday.

No, no, I am merely attempting to find some sort of link between the couches and outside.

[whirlingmace]

Hmm. If you say so.

[ She doesn't sound entirely convinced. ]

Maybe there's a secret door up above it. [ Pointing up towards the ceiling. ]

[swordhandled]

A door from the ceiling that connects to the outside?! By gods-- that would be quite a path!

[whirlingmace]

Maybe we can reach it if I stand on your shoulders.

[swordhandled]

I'd be willing to try it!

Week 2, Saturday

[swordhandled]

[ SO I GUESS. THAT ALL JUST HAPPENED...

Owain saw the fight and he knows Cinque got hit, so he's waiting until they're let out before he walks to her ]

Are you alright?

[whirlingmace]

[ It's okay 'tis just a scratch!

She's actually rolling her shoulders to try to work out the stiffness from the paralysis. ]

I'm much better thanks to Mimi and Blueski. I wasn't very helpful though. How about you?

[swordhandled]

I'm fine. I wish I could have done more, but...

[ he trails off ]

At least we got one? [ doesn't sound too happy ]

[whirlingmace]

[ She's not happy either. ]

I wish we could find a way to stop all of the hurt, you know?

[ Frowning as she taps her fingers together. ]

[swordhandled]

If this game could end, without following through all the way.

[whirlingmace]

There has to be a way. It's not like they told us all the rules or anything like that. So maybe someone knows another way?

[ She hopes at least. She will move closer to grab a hold of his top. ]

[swordhandled]

We can find out.

[whirlingmace]

Yeah, we can. I'll do my best.

[ Giving him a tug. ]

Post WHATTHEFuck Trial (week 5), at night.

[whirlingmace]

[ Cinque is going to go find him and just wrap her arms around him as soon as she sees him. ]

Owain.

[swordhandled]

[ all but collapses into her arms as she does so ]

Cinque... [ he sounds. so tired....... ]

[whirlingmace]

[ Oh no. Frowning at him ]

Are you okay?

[ BESIDES Gerbear she means ]

[swordhandled]

Yes... No...

[ sighs ]

Today was tiring.

[whirlingmace]

It was... it was a lot.

[ She still doesn't have words for it. It's still painful. More so for him because of Gerbear. ]

Want to go lay down?

[ She can help him over to Gerome's room ]

[swordhandled]

--I would like that, yes.

[whirlingmace]

Okay...

[ Adjusting her arm around him and just leading him over to Gerome's room automatically. No knocking. Just going on in there. Gerbear ghosts can deal with it. ]

Do you want to talk?

[swordhandled]

[ owain had already been here before cinque found him, because it looks like a tornado has gone through it. stuff is thrown everwhere, against the wall, the floor. minerva and deirdre are curled up in a corner, both clearly mourning ]

I don't know where to start.