MARIE CATCHALL

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WEEK 0 DAY THREE

[fleshedout]

[Hot Pants is here, having stepped away from the NPC intros - she's staring dubiously over her shoulder, blinking over at Marie nearby.]

...What do you think of them?

THE FUCKING SHITPOST

[classmate]

[ She's a little... surprised? That Hot Pants would ask her thoughts on this, which is why she blinks thrice before answering: ]

I believe that they have good intentions. Though something about them feels... static?

evil hatsune miku...

[fleshedout]

...Static? How so?

[classmate]

It was a tad difficult to read their tone.

WEEk 1 FRIDAY

[fleshedout]

[She's just sitting in the lobby of the apartment building, pensive - Hot Pants is as stony as ever, but the aura of anger that comes from her is...well. Bad.]

[She glances at Marie as she walks by.]

You heard the news, yes?

[classmate]

[ Marie is exiting the elevator, unaware of Hot Pants' presence before she hears her voice.

Immediately, she jumps. ]

HP-san... yes, I did. I -- [ How do you even respond to someone's murder? ] I was on the rooftop last night and couldn't get ahold of anyone. Could you?

[fleshedout]

No, we couldn't. And we were stuck in the medbay. With Ryunosuke.

[He was still alive then...]

Were you stuck there? On the rooftop? I'm wondering if we were all isolated on purpose.

[classmate]

[ HOT PANTS NO....................... ]

I was. Nogiku-san and I tried to open the elevator but it wouldn't work, and then we had tried messaging anyone but we had no reception.

w1 ( sunday )

[classmate]

[ "Marie" can be found at the game room, legs crossed and sitting on one of the comfy chairs while flipping through a deck of cards. ]

Tch, this place is so fuckin' boring...

[fleshedout]

Oh.

[Well, here's a face she knows. Though...which one could it be?]

They've got a bunch of stuff here. Nothing grabs you?

[classmate]

[ She can recognize the woman by her voice alone, not even giving her a glance. ]

Don't have shit to make bombs or music, so I've got nothing to do.

[fleshedout]

[..............Ah.]

[Her.]

[Well, she's not going to beat her up. She's not going to kiss her, either.]

Are those the only two things you're interested in? What kind of music?

w2 ( tuesday )

[classmate]

[ Hello friend! She's currently going to rush over and kiss Hot Pants on the mouth -- I'm kidding.

No she's just going to approach her while they're hanging on the rooftop or something. ]

HP-san? I saw you had come across Miss Roxana... was she alright?

[fleshedout]

[wow just like my otomes.........]

Oh? Yes. [Yeah, that was....a thing.] She's alright. Just got....slimed?

[classmate]

...

It's... a bit strange that slime is a reoccurring theme here, but I digress. [ LIKE WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON ]

Have you been to the cemetery?

[fleshedout]

[Just rolling with this Marie, why not.]

...Yes, I have. But I didn't see anything odd, except...maybe a cat that ran there, earlier.

w2 ( friday )

[classmate]

[ So, the greenhouse! She hasn't really looked over what all is inside, despite having visited the rooftop so many times... probably because she's surprisingly not a big fan of flowers?

Anyway, hello. ]

... HP-san.

[ BRO HER BEST FRIEND?!?!!? ]

[fleshedout]

Hm? Oh, Marie.

[She seems to have been staring at the wall, blankly, but her eyes are fixed on the other like an arrow, her face solid as stone.]

...Are you alright?

[classmate]

[ She notices that something is off about her, something that immediately has her concerned. ]

I'm fine... But what about yourself?

WEEK 2 SATURDAY

[fleshedout]

[She's here, alright.]

[There's too many things she feels. But as always, like the quiet of a still pond, nothing shows on her face. She enters the archway, and stares, for a long moment.]

...Marie. How are you feeling?

[classmate]

[ Does she have to explain how she's feeling, really --

You can look at the icon. ]

... HP-san, I'm very sorry.

[fleshedout]

[Her expression doesn't change. She just stares.]

...What happened, that night?

WEEK 7 THURSDAY

[fleshedout]

[She's coming around in the morning! Hey there, girl. She's glancing over at the house.]

...Do you like this place?

[classmate]

[ Hey! Wicked's currently relaxing on this big boy, idly flipping through a book before she peers up at Hot Pants.

It's modern. Blue and yellow... browns and lots of cute stuffed animals and pillows, because in the opinion of a 30 year-old man and a 22 year-old jock that's what girls like. But near the window is a computer with a mixing system and keyboard piano beside it. Fairy lights hang overhead with polaroid pictures.

There's also a mini-fridge. Aymeric came in clutch, she might actually be in love with him.

She sits up, takes a glance, and nods her head. ]

Yeah, actually, it's not too bad. A lot better than most of the shitholes I've lived in.

You guys did a good job. The whole thing was really cute to watch.

[fleshedout]

Good.

[She's reaching up just to look at some of the pictures hanging here.]

It's too bad it's all in a place like this. The Prism, I mean.