[hi damien have a text]
ugh
[yeah that's it]
ugh
[yeah that's it]
[Someone is storming away from the tunnel of love, covered in...you guessed it! Candy hearts!]
I've had ENOUGH of those things-!
[Hot Pants is PISSED PANTS]
I've had ENOUGH of those things-!
[Hot Pants is PISSED PANTS]
Edited 2022-02-15 01:16 (UTC)
[Well, someone is...speedwalking away from a place. Hot Pants comes over as she sees Damien obviously beelining away from the medbay, a curious glance over her shoulder as she comes up to him.]
...What's there? A monster?
[She hasn't been there yet.]
...What's there? A monster?
[She hasn't been there yet.]
[She's just walking by medbay and peers in, more curious than anything, and...ah.]
[She's actually a little surprised? Especially remembering him beelining away from this place last time...]
Hey. Feeling better?
[She's actually a little surprised? Especially remembering him beelining away from this place last time...]
Hey. Feeling better?
[The library. What a nice, neat, peaceful place.]
Hey. Catch.
[There's a book dropping from above, Damien! This is your time to die!]
Hey. Catch.
[There's a book dropping from above, Damien! This is your time to die!]
Edited 2022-02-22 03:47 (UTC)
if it's any consolation 90% of my saturday pcs say friday. every single game.
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[ALSO...GIVING HIM A LOOK???? She's bandaged up and down her arms and upper right chest, so she's. Wounded. But relatively intact!]
...Could ask you the same thing?
[ALSO...GIVING HIM A LOOK???? She's bandaged up and down her arms and upper right chest, so she's. Wounded. But relatively intact!]
...Could ask you the same thing?
[Hey, Damien, wherever you are, here's Hot Pants! She's just approaching, pensive as always, but...really, what else can she feel, here? Angry? Upset? Everything at once?]
...I hated that.
...I hated that.
Let me guess. It's Estinien-
[...]
[She's opened the door and it's.]
[Not Estinien!]
Damien?
[...]
[She's opened the door and it's.]
[Not Estinien!]
Damien?
...Hey.
[This really has become everyone's favorite spot to brood, Hot Pants included, and she goes over to stand next to him. Silent for a moment, before she says, quietly:]
It was...cruel.
[All of that.]
[This really has become everyone's favorite spot to brood, Hot Pants included, and she goes over to stand next to him. Silent for a moment, before she says, quietly:]
It was...cruel.
[All of that.]
The hell is right. Ugh-!
[She's going to try to punch out with some color, and then-]
[The world of Tubular Bells is not a kind one. A foe to defeat, to protect a young girl, and the vital mission she's gone through. But even so, the tables seem to turn. One hand, sliced off. The other, sliced off. But she knows she's had the upper hand.]
[For when he goes to blow another of his balloon animals to direct to her, the "scent" is already on the flesh integrated with his body forces them back within his own head. She gives him a choice. Pass out and die, or choose the hard way.]
[And of course, in his anger, he chooses the hard way.]
[The bubble dissipates. Hot Pants stands...and just closes her eyes.]
...Tch.
[She's going to try to punch out with some color, and then-]
[The world of Tubular Bells is not a kind one. A foe to defeat, to protect a young girl, and the vital mission she's gone through. But even so, the tables seem to turn. One hand, sliced off. The other, sliced off. But she knows she's had the upper hand.]
[For when he goes to blow another of his balloon animals to direct to her, the "scent" is already on the flesh integrated with his body forces them back within his own head. She gives him a choice. Pass out and die, or choose the hard way.]
[And of course, in his anger, he chooses the hard way.]
[The bubble dissipates. Hot Pants stands...and just closes her eyes.]
...Tch.
Maybe to prevent people from sticking around and taking up space?
[She's a little sardonic with that, glancing at him.]
You seem to be enjoying yourself, though.
[She's a little sardonic with that, glancing at him.]
You seem to be enjoying yourself, though.
you probably know that this is a regular thing for me at this point
[Hot Pants is...somewhere! Leaning against a wall and frowning. She's definitely still in pain and exhaustion based on the vibes, but there's a sadness here, too.]
[She looks up at Damien.]
Have you heard anything?
[She looks up at Damien.]
Have you heard anything?
[It's a lovely night, isn't it? They've got a killer. They got something right.]
[And yet here Hot Pants is, standing in the ruins of the greenhouse, emotions simmering under the surface, like a bunch of bees in a hive, but the overwhelming one is...sorrow, for sure.]
[She looks over at Damien.]
What a night, huh?
[And yet here Hot Pants is, standing in the ruins of the greenhouse, emotions simmering under the surface, like a bunch of bees in a hive, but the overwhelming one is...sorrow, for sure.]
[She looks over at Damien.]
What a night, huh?
[ sorrow is valid. hopefully anger and bitterness are valid too, because damien has way more of those. kind of like a person who never learned how to handle their own anger and calm it into a more manageable shape. ]
Could've been worse.
[ truly impossible to know if he means that. ]
Could've been worse.
[ truly impossible to know if he means that. ]
[Someone is at the cemetery! Just...sitting in front one of the gravestones.]
[The vibes are..............well. Off? They're off. Like there's no particular emotion here. Maybe its all of them. She only glances over when he walks up.]
...Damien.
[The vibes are..............well. Off? They're off. Like there's no particular emotion here. Maybe its all of them. She only glances over when he walks up.]
...Damien.
Complain more. It'll help the healing.
[A huff.]
Glad to see you alive.
[A huff.]
Glad to see you alive.
[Hey Damien! Wherever they are, Hot Pants is out here, one sleeve up as she looks at changed skin over her arm, with reflective "panels" over it that luckily don't cover her face at all - she glances over at him as he walks up.]
I'm glad it wasn't Crow.
I'm glad it wasn't Crow.
Edited 2022-03-27 01:54 (UTC)
[Here she is. They're probably....rolls dice. At the beach.]
Hey, Damien. Ever been to a beach before?
Hey, Damien. Ever been to a beach before?
[Yeah, she's pacing through the Prism, alright, frustrated. Its hard to be fully upset, knowing that its not really death, but...it still hurts, doesn't it?]
[She kicks a rock.. It doesn't make her feel better.]
Ugh!
[She kicks a rock.. It doesn't make her feel better.]
Ugh!
[Hey, she's at the cafe just. Slumped on the counter. Lots of blue petals around her.]
[She's breathing, but she's clearly just. Very tired.]
[She's breathing, but she's clearly just. Very tired.]
[She's just sitting somewhere, probably the void, looking over...well, photos. Purikura photos.]
[She glances up at Damien.]
Hey.
[She glances up at Damien.]
Hey.
Hm. Improving the lobby?
[She's setting down a succulent. Plants!]
[She's setting down a succulent. Plants!]
[Hey, Damiennnn. She's checking in on you after. All of that.]
It's Dreamer. Guess someone grew himself an ego after all this time on what to do with this place.
It's Dreamer. Guess someone grew himself an ego after all this time on what to do with this place.
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