[ she is looking exhausted and fed up in spades, just kind of. staring off into the middle distance. ]
I suppose we could not ask for a single moment of sense or normalcy, could we. [ sighing, she puts one hand on her opposite shoulder and rolls her arm a bit, just - loosening up after the fighting and activities they did. ]
We will have to decide what to tell the others, when it comes to all of this. If things remain the same, there would be very little to share much at all with them, but...
[ but if they have a plus one, they will have to explain some things, considering vi looks like an elda. ]
Okay. Rule number one: Let's not tell them we died. They don't need to know that.
[ that comes out immediately because no. he is not sharing his fucking undignified death with anyone. also, will (fake) was traumatized by it enough. though, hulkenberg's point gets him to think on something, and strohl pauses. clears his throat. looks away. ]
... I... probably should have run this by you first. But. Ah. I do have something to tell you.
They do not, no. Rule number two: we do not tell them anything, actually, about the trip that we took.
[ she shakes her head, because clearly it's not just the undignified strohl death that they don't need to know about. it's the whole insanity of the sims world and blumbob will in the first place. they can know about the vacation resort, but not that, and not the deaths.
but, oh, this is a different shame right now. she raises an eyebrow at him. ]
.... I invited Vi. To come back with us. I'm not really sure about the logistics, but I want to make it work. Her - everything for her's awful, Hulkenberg. I can't just let her go back.
With the way you were speaking, looking away like that, I had assumed something worse than ensuring that a friend would be safe and taken care of. [ with a shift, she knocks their shoulders briefly, before looking ahead again. ] We will have to figure out the best means of letting her blend in, considering 'tis bad enough that so many target and persecute Will. But I doubt that any we return to would say "no" to her joining us.
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week 2, sat
[ standing here by the.. storage...room, rubbing his temples. what is happening. ]
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I suppose we could not ask for a single moment of sense or normalcy, could we. [ sighing, she puts one hand on her opposite shoulder and rolls her arm a bit, just - loosening up after the fighting and activities they did. ]
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[ they can get back to brilehaven, and back to will, which matters more than anything. ]
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[ but if they have a plus one, they will have to explain some things, considering vi looks like an elda. ]
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[ that comes out immediately because no. he is not sharing his fucking undignified death with anyone. also, will (fake) was traumatized by it enough. though, hulkenberg's point gets him to think on something, and strohl pauses. clears his throat. looks away. ]
... I... probably should have run this by you first. But. Ah. I do have something to tell you.
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[ she shakes her head, because clearly it's not just the undignified strohl death that they don't need to know about. it's the whole insanity of the sims world and blumbob will in the first place. they can know about the vacation resort, but not that, and not the deaths.
but, oh, this is a different shame right now. she raises an eyebrow at him. ]
Continue.
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[ ... ]
.... I invited Vi. To come back with us. I'm not really sure about the logistics, but I want to make it work. Her - everything for her's awful, Hulkenberg. I can't just let her go back.
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With the way you were speaking, looking away like that, I had assumed something worse than ensuring that a friend would be safe and taken care of. [ with a shift, she knocks their shoulders briefly, before looking ahead again. ] We will have to figure out the best means of letting her blend in, considering 'tis bad enough that so many target and persecute Will. But I doubt that any we return to would say "no" to her joining us.