[ souvenir shop! we're at the ASS shop! more specifically, strohl is looking at the little keychains, rifling through the names. he's got one in hand with a look on his face that's grimly growing in dread. ]
Hey - do any of these names look familiar to you?
[ astolfo can see when he moves his hand just slightly that the keychain held in his hand is labeled Eupha. ]
[ coming over to peek at the keychains. flipping through a few of them ]
They could be! I wouldn't really trust my recollection th- [ a pause at jeanne d'arc ] Oh oh! This one. This is Ruler's name. Is Eupha someone you know?
[ now that he has seen hulkenberg and vi with his own eyeballs, strohl has found a modicum of chill, and he's out somewhere looking at a screen! his hands are on his hips, and he's tapping his foot, staring up at the departure thing with a frown on his face. he glances over, though, and gives astolfo a sup nod. ]
[ he sounds annoyed, but - well, that's probably to be expected. he doesn't resist the arm or anything either, just sighs and drops his hands from his hips. ] Unlike Thelyss, though.
strohl, who still looks just a little green around the gills, is standing in the snowy ground outside of the cabin, hands on his hips, yellow scarf wrapped around his neck. more importantly - strohl jr, in his adorableness, is FROLICKING in the snow, barely just a pair of visible eyebrows and horns. this is paradise.... ]
You're lucky I wanted to be outside too, you know. 'm out here, freezing my...
[ a pause. he spots astolfo and shuts his mouth, then dips his head in greeting. ] Asty. [ what ]
....yeah that seems right! anyway ] Enjoying the fresh air?
Not my son... [ mutters but he knows this is pointless. upon sight, he's also already shedding his coat, even if it's cold - astolfo is a mess. ] You're going to freeze to death.
[ offering it to astolfo!!!! there you go sweetie ]
Fresh air's good for the soul, I think. Bloody tired of that airport.
[ im really sorry oocly in advance for everything.
astolfo can run into strohl at some point - they might hear him, in fact, because 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 ]
[ sweet astolfo you don't deserve this im sorry - but this is snapped out of his mouth, a snarl, before he stops himself.
he takes a deep breath - it's too late, now, the words are already out, and he takes a step back, away from the broken phone. and then again, this time, softer - no less strained. his eyes are wet. ] What, Astolfo.
[ week 2!!! we're here in the hot springs area - strohl's in the midst of toweling off his hair after a dip in the non-sectioned (?) changing area, and he glances up when he spots astolfo. sup nod. ]
[ in true memshare week fashion i have not actually read the locations so we are!! somewhere!!
anyway there's a gust of wind, and astolfo is treated to the soft noises of music playing at a party, which turns... very quickly to a confrontation. ]
[ happy monday! lots of fun locations this week, but strohl's at an old favorite - the ranch! he's tending to some of the chickens, feeding them as a farm boy ought to and collecting some eggs.
astolfo might also see his thoughts, which are sort of grumbly, with a cranky squiggle appearing over them. Why the hell is it always that kind of curse with her. Can't just give her a normal bloody curse, has to be love related, swear to god if I find out who did this I'm going to and then they squiggle out from there.
[ oh. this startles strohl - he stares kind of stupidly at them, blinks, then realizes - then brings his hands up abruptly and tries to wipe it through his visible thoughts. this, and the chickens see a FAR LARGER BIRD and immediately start squawking and trying to run, scattering around strohl's feet. ]
-- Oi. [ THERE THEY GO.... he is standing in a bunch of panicked chickens. strohl sighs. ] Always some kind of invasion of privacy in this place...
Yeah. Definitely. It's just cruel to make her go through this sort of thing over and over when it couldn't be more obvious she hates it. [ SIGh. ] 'llo, Astolfo. Settling in alright?
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weekend 0, saturday
Hey - do any of these names look familiar to you?
[ astolfo can see when he moves his hand just slightly that the keychain held in his hand is labeled Eupha. ]
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They could be! I wouldn't really trust my recollection th- [ a pause at jeanne d'arc ] Oh oh! This one. This is Ruler's name. Is Eupha someone you know?
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[ he says, after a moment, frowning after astolfo's keychain pick - he rifles through the keychains, plucks out Basilio. ]
- this one, he and I were together at the very moment - the last thing I remember, even. So why the hell's his name here?
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[ hmmm ]
Think they have been through here?
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week 0, monday
Hey hey! Can you lift up your arms for me?
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I suppose...?
[ lifts arms.....? ]
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week 0 friday
...Astolfo. You alright?
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I'm in one piece. Are you alright?
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[ he sounds annoyed, but - well, that's probably to be expected. he doesn't resist the arm or anything either, just sighs and drops his hands from his hips. ] Unlike Thelyss, though.
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week 1, monday
strohl, who still looks just a little green around the gills, is standing in the snowy ground outside of the cabin, hands on his hips, yellow scarf wrapped around his neck. more importantly - strohl jr, in his adorableness, is FROLICKING in the snow, barely just a pair of visible eyebrows and horns. this is paradise.... ]
You're lucky I wanted to be outside too, you know. 'm out here, freezing my...
[ a pause. he spots astolfo and shuts his mouth, then dips his head in greeting. ] Asty. [ what ]
....yeah that seems right! anyway ] Enjoying the fresh air?
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Asty. That's kind of cute! We're just out exploring here. [ coming over ] Are you on a walk with your son?
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[ offering it to astolfo!!!! there you go sweetie ]
Fresh air's good for the soul, I think. Bloody tired of that airport.
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week 1, friday
astolfo can run into strohl at some point - they might hear him, in fact, because 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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astolfo will freeze for a moment before slowly approaching. just going to hold their hands forward in front of them ]
Strohl? [ they aren't going to invade his space, but get close enough to be able to reach if he wishes ]
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[ sweet astolfo you don't deserve this im sorry - but this is snapped out of his mouth, a snarl, before he stops himself.
he takes a deep breath - it's too late, now, the words are already out, and he takes a step back, away from the broken phone. and then again, this time, softer - no less strained. his eyes are wet. ] What, Astolfo.
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week 2, monday
Off to take a bath? It's nice in there.
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I should have come earlier. [ missed out on joining someone! ] I could go for a bath. Is it just one big one?
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[ with a little nod and a smile... it's so nice. the baths are his new favorite place. he is... for you not wearing a shirt but he has pants on. ]
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week 3, monday
anyway there's a gust of wind, and astolfo is treated to the soft noises of music playing at a party, which turns... very quickly to a confrontation. ]
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after the memory is over with, they make a face like they tasted something bad. ]
I don't like that guy. I would have hit him really hard in your place. [ strohl is so patient ]
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ah. god, even watching this memory makes him mad - he exhales out a breath, expression set, brows deeply furrowed, fists clenching hard at his sides.
but - astolfo's reaction makes him laugh, and some of the tension evaporates as he huffs out a laugh. ]
I almost did. [ hit him. ] Just... couldn't ruin everything - the larger goal was the only thing that stayed my hand.
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week 6, monday
astolfo might also see his thoughts, which are sort of grumbly, with a cranky squiggle appearing over them. Why the hell is it always that kind of curse with her. Can't just give her a normal bloody curse, has to be love related, swear to god if I find out who did this I'm going to and then they squiggle out from there.
okay complainer ]
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pfft ]
At least it's not one making her in love with people, right?
[ they are going to pet pet hippo's head who might be looking at the chickens now with some interest. ]
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-- Oi. [ THERE THEY GO.... he is standing in a bunch of panicked chickens. strohl sighs. ] Always some kind of invasion of privacy in this place...
Yeah. Definitely. It's just cruel to make her go through this sort of thing over and over when it couldn't be more obvious she hates it. [ SIGh. ] 'llo, Astolfo. Settling in alright?
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sorry i vanished