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Hey. Fellow member of the bad luck club, you've a moment?
ridiculous: strohl is standing in the claires like the most out of place creature in the goddamn world, fiddling with the safety pin in his ear and staring at the rack of earrings. what a sentence i get to write.
less ridiculous: the ink tattoo he has is not visible under his fancy shmancy clothes, but along the side of one of his horns is the word Failure. damn. ]
[ damb... alex meanwhile just has the word LOST scrawled in messy writing in scattered spots all up her leg, over and over. anyway she's just standing next to him now i guess. ]
[ im really sorry oocly in advance for everything.
alex can run into strohl because she might hear it before she sees him? he fucking spikes his phone downwards onto the ground when that text comes in, the screen shattering on contact with the shitty airport floor.
he's breathing hard, visible even from behind. and more than that, across his shoulders you can see the tattoo of this week's effect - big, black, splashed across and showing through his coat, over the top of the crest until it's no longer visible. just black words and shaking shoulders that read:
YOU FAILED HER AGAIN YOU FAILED HER AGAIN YOU FAILED HER AGAIN YOU FAI ]
[ oh no... i'm also sorry for this because alex sucks now, so instead of being careful she just kinda. wanders over. her own tattoo hasn't changed from last time.
[ godmods us to be somewhere strohl would hate. (no)
she watches all this kind of quietly curious. it's a lot of interesting information about what strohl's world is like so she is taking it in the way you would a book. magic is neat and this louis guy seems like he sucks? the fantasy racism is... something. ]
... What happens next? [ IT'S NOT ENTERTAINMENT. ]
strohl's standing at one of the departure areas, looking at the screens with a thunderous scowl on his face, hands on his hips, foot tapping. it's a friday, in other words. he still looks like he has lost way too much blood but it's fine. ]
[ i mean yeah of course we're in hell. i forgot about half of these locations.
anyway standing with his hands on his hips in front the fancy underwater bar with the tentacles is strohl. he looks so fucking wary at the things as they're moving. TENTACLE TRAUMA.
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Did you design this place full of liquor, or did it come prepackaged...
happy thursday it sucks forever. strohl's sticking around the first aid centre, washing his hands and keeping an eye on the returnees - alex very much included - and he's been in and out here and there. he returns a third time for the night with a bottle of water, and sets down a small baggie with a grilled cheese sandwich in it. ]
weekend 0, sat
Hey. Fellow member of the bad luck club, you've a moment?
[ and waves her over to the keychain stand! ]
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What's up? [ she's like. does he just want me to see the ASS merch. because that's funny. ]
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week 0, monday
Few more days of general safety. [ conversational... ]
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[ it sounds like he's joking at least, hands on his hips as he looks at The Void also. ]
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week 0, friday
[ BE LESS ANNOYING. she is just somewhere. sipping coffee and staring at the departure sign. ]
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...Suppose I knew you were going to be right, but I wish you weren't.
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week 1, monday
ridiculous: strohl is standing in the claires like the most out of place creature in the goddamn world, fiddling with the safety pin in his ear and staring at the rack of earrings. what a sentence i get to write.
less ridiculous: the ink tattoo he has is not visible under his fancy shmancy clothes, but along the side of one of his horns is the word Failure. damn. ]
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Trying to pick out earrings?
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week 1 friday
alex can run into strohl because she might hear it before she sees him? he fucking spikes his phone downwards onto the ground when that text comes in, the screen shattering on contact with the shitty airport floor.
he's breathing hard, visible even from behind. and more than that, across his shoulders you can see the tattoo of this week's effect - big, black, splashed across and showing through his coat, over the top of the crest until it's no longer visible. just black words and shaking shoulders that read:
YOU FAILED HER AGAIN YOU FAILED HER AGAIN YOU FAILED HER AGAIN YOU FAI ]
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she picks up his phone off the ground? ]
Wonder if they'll fix that for you.
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week 1, sunday
Alex. Have you eaten yet today?
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... Hm? Oh. No. [ thinks? ] I ate yesterday.
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week 2, monday
or at least strohl is, holding very still because - there are like four butterflies on his horns, just chilling. he mostly looks exasperated. ]
How long are you going to sit there....
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Probably for as long as you let them. Just move and they'll fly off!
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week 2, friday
... So many in the same spot.
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[ guess who's not having a crashout this time! yay!!! he's staring at it with his hands on his hips, frowning deeply. ]
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week 3, monday
anyway we're hanging out somewhere when there's a breeze that rolls by, and alex is treated to a final duel at a tournament that goes horribly wrong. ]
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she watches all this kind of quietly curious. it's a lot of interesting information about what strohl's world is like so she is taking it in the way you would a book. magic is neat and this louis guy seems like he sucks? the fantasy racism is... something. ]
... What happens next? [ IT'S NOT ENTERTAINMENT. ]
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week 3, thursday
... Hey. Still kicking?
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yes he's here. in casual clothes even! and he has this where he's laying in bed all bandaged up, just kind of fiddling with it.
he glances up when he hears alex, though - and then huffs, soft, offering a lopsided smile. oh strohl jr is here also like stuck to his side. ]
Something like that. Takes a bit more than that to kill me. [ ok jokes ] ...How's Jonas?
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week 3, friday!
strohl's standing at one of the departure areas, looking at the screens with a thunderous scowl on his face, hands on his hips, foot tapping. it's a friday, in other words. he still looks like he has lost way too much blood but it's fine. ]
Damn it all to hell. [ ugh. ]
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Should you even be standing? [ looks at his tappy foot. ] Stop fidgeting.
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week 4, monday!
anyway standing with his hands on his hips in front the fancy underwater bar with the tentacles is strohl. he looks so fucking wary at the things as they're moving. TENTACLE TRAUMA.
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Did you design this place full of liquor, or did it come prepackaged...
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It was just like this. I hadn't really gotten into making new islands yet.
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week 4, thurs
happy thursday it sucks forever. strohl's sticking around the first aid centre, washing his hands and keeping an eye on the returnees - alex very much included - and he's been in and out here and there. he returns a third time for the night with a bottle of water, and sets down a small baggie with a grilled cheese sandwich in it. ]
Alex. [ softly: ] How're you feeling?
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I'm alright now. Head's still a little weird, but... not as bad as earlier.
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week 6, monday
Welcome back. [ feels like she should just say this properly. ]
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Thank you, you menace.
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week 7, monday
Oh, hi.
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Nice, isn't it...? You don't realise how much you miss the grass until it's gone.
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