[ actually i decided we're going to pet cows while we talk. hulkenberg is just seated on a stool, feeding various vegetable scraps to one of the fluffy martira cows and petting its pink snoot. a little familiarity, in an unfamiliar place, especially after such a... chaotic afternoon.
she had barely caught what happened before getting strohl to come and meet her elsewhere. at least she's not eating, this time. ]
Did you see, how everything was swept away so swiftly..? Such chaos brought to heel in an instant - I do not think even the church has worked so quickly in cleaning up after themselves.
[ only hulkenberg gets the right after trial tag which is strohl fucking turning and slamming his fist into a wall
which is frankly self control considering he really wants to throw himself down the hallway and take out as many of those fucking robots in his way as possible ]
Bastard. Bastard! Just like him - just like, just - throwing their lives away!
[ the starter is just that hulkenberg is going to drop down to sit next to him, wherever he is, and offer him a bottled ale as she does. as if they didn't drink enough last night - and she's not even much of a drinker in the first place.
but she's wide awake, now that she's no longer a swan, and just seems... calm, if alert. like she's drinking, yes, but a part of her is keeping watch of the area, prepared to go on the defensive if necessary even now that they've all died. ]
The end period of the vacation is, supposedly, nearly upon us.
weekend 0 saturday
idk in a restaurant or something. strohl's got his arms folded across his chest, tapping his foot where he's sitting, frown on his face. ]
Do you think he's the reason Will sent us here? [ appropros of nothing. a beat. ] Glodell, I mean.
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wk 1; monday
she had barely caught what happened before getting strohl to come and meet her elsewhere. at least she's not eating, this time. ]
Did you see, how everything was swept away so swiftly..? Such chaos brought to heel in an instant - I do not think even the church has worked so quickly in cleaning up after themselves.
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week 1 friday
he's just trembling with rage I GUESS BY THE POSTED SIGN THANKS APOLLO. hulkenberg can probably hear the snarled: ] Damn it -- damn it! [ though ]
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week 1 saturday... flamesday...
which is frankly self control considering he really wants to throw himself down the hallway and take out as many of those fucking robots in his way as possible ]
Bastard. Bastard! Just like him - just like, just - throwing their lives away!
`seven days remain`
time marches on.....
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week ... what is this 2. monday. watersday. i don't know.
[ hi ]
we're going to have to figure out our own calendar if we do crau
don't
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wk 2; friday
but she's wide awake, now that she's no longer a swan, and just seems... calm, if alert. like she's drinking, yes, but a part of her is keeping watch of the area, prepared to go on the defensive if necessary even now that they've all died. ]
The end period of the vacation is, supposedly, nearly upon us.
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week 2, sat
[ standing here by the.. storage...room, rubbing his temples. what is happening. ]
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