boothill is there at the pyre. he's sitting on the floor, back facing the burning flames. his leg is bent, elbow propped up over his knee. his red pupil still glows menacingly, its radius far-reaching like another part of the flame. he's still wearing that too-wide, pointed, stepford smile. ]
[ bringing the newly dead back to the locations where their friends have died is. not the best idea, he's decided.
so boothill brings caelus to check out the giant skull. rather, the two of them are exploring the newer locations (aside from the pharros) and this is where they end up. yippee! ]
[ lets you pick the day/time... boothill will probably be caught up with karlach for a good portion of time. he's here now, though, wherever caelus might be—in his room, in the hospital, strong-armed into sitting at the springs.
boothill's brought in two waffles in a styrofoam package (butter and syrup on the side, with a package of plastic utensils) and two bottles of soju. good idea or not, sometimes you need a drink after being traumatized. drink responsibly! ]
[ please caelus would never try to distract boothill from his girlfriend who is so big and strong and cool. that would be morally unacceptable, even if she hadn't also been on a cyoa. i'm saying just in general, not here to stop boothill from ~*~romance~*~.
the trailblazer doesn't look much like himself with the bandages over his eyes (black, stylin'), and glossy princess hair down to his waist (when did that happen???). but he's trying not to have another crisis. he's like, 94% sure his eyes are regrowing, post-spring. it's now about patience. ]
Oh, that's an easy one. Boothill.
[ the most fun game! seeing if you remember/can recognize the voices of your friends! ]
[ just. sort of stands still at the front of the room, staring as he shuts the door behind him. ]
Muddle-fudger. [ under his breath. ] Caelus... What happened to ya'?
[ AND WHY IS THIS MISS MARCH'S ROOM help me. i'm deciding that boothill knows this because he snuck a peek at everyone's rooms while he was on the express, even the fabled himeko and welt's. he is just looking around, confused af. ]
[ it's her room bc he pathetically misses all of them but her room is the best. also because we don't have the trailblazer's room minigame yet. i suspect it will come up before patch 3.0 but who fucking knows ]
Beauty pageant. I won but I don't think that really meant anything.
[ HELP ME honestly though the spring has done strange things to people. he's not going to worry about that too much, just make a face that caelus can't see. good thing he's too much of a cyborg to ever have to use those springs fr. ]
I know what a beauty pageant is! But how the fork you get wrapped up in somethin' like that? 'N what happened to your eyes?
I had memories of a different life. It was like I'd always been in pageants--and won--and there was all there was to me. Instead of the Express crew, I had 'handlers.' I existed to be a pageant star.
[ did he mention he won? ]
As for my eyes...
[ sudden emotionshare of fear, anxiety, and just oodles of shame ]
[ so it's all happening again—people being planted in another life, given false memories and identities. at least caelus seems cognizant that what happened was an illusion rather than reality—or maybe an alternate dimension? who knows, with this place. ]
What do ya' mean, "wrong voice"?
[ he feels that wave of emotion. it furrows his brow, makes him fight back against the tide with worry and confusion. ]
[ it's so hard to sit here in utter darkness. he can't see boothill's face nor his posture. caelus has to depend completely on his tone of voice and what can be gleaned from the emotionshare. ]
And to win I had to prove I was willing to pay up for what I've done. I had to give 'em a show.
[ hands on his knees, clenching ]
She--the voice--suggested I take an eye. I got overzealous.
[ puts them at the gunrange which might be a little wobbly and have some interesting shaped targets, given how it's leeching off of both of their moods/thoughts. but that's fine!
caelus wants to try using a GUN! this is a great time. when he's affectionate and alpha and has his receptacle neck tattoo back.
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week0 tuesday;
what might boothill be up to? does he want company? he's getting it ]
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he's leaned up against one wall of the barn while he knocks back a shot (with a glass that's too big but it's fine) ]
That's the forkin' stuff.
[ up the length of one of his upper arms are words in shining gold:
BOUNTY:
$1,000,000,000
he glances back at caelus. ]
Had enough'a the outside, Mister Stellaron?
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Did you hear about the leech blankets going around? We should all work on protecting the barn for a while.
[ and check in on a certain ranger. their first night in their new 'dorm' yesterday had its tensions. ]
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Leech blankets? What in high forkin' hell? We gettin' cursed or somethin'?
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[ are you always going to be drinking while they're here, boothill? should caelus be concerned or is this regular space cowboy stuff? ]
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Which lil' forker is it?
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[ that repeated: ]
It could be that Karma kid.
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[ not the soundest logic but dr. ratio ain't in this cast, get rekt. his bat had a coating of leeches. caelus will not soon forget such a disgrace. ]
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[ ...WAIT ]
There's more than one of 'em?!
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[ he's talking about the leeches, honey ]
And I didn't do anything. We'd said hello.
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Hold on there, partner. You sayin' the leeches and that boy karma are workin' together?
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week0 saturday;
no need, right? ]
Hey.
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boothill is there at the pyre. he's sitting on the floor, back facing the burning flames. his leg is bent, elbow propped up over his knee. his red pupil still glows menacingly, its radius far-reaching like another part of the flame. he's still wearing that too-wide, pointed, stepford smile. ]
Evenin', Partner. Had a feelin' you'd come.
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Explain it to me so I can understand.
[ even after everything: ]
Let me help you, Boothill.
[ but please also tell him how ]
w3, sunday
Comin' right up. Gotta give you a disclaimer that I ain't no professional, though.
[ caelus probably has more of a knack for it, depending on his canonpoint, but penacony spirits aren't here. (yet.)
anyway, he starts mixing over a simple, smooth, and slightly sweet cocktail in a medium-sized glass. no fancy drinkware here. ]
This week's felt a million years long, huh?
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It takes a while to become a professional. Like, four or five hours. You'll get there.
[ he takes a drink of what boothill made him. it's rather good, boothill's lack of professional training be damned. ]
This week blew.
[ kaboom ]
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Four or five hours? That "a while" to you?
w4, monday
so boothill brings caelus to check out the giant skull. rather, the two of them are exploring the newer locations (aside from the pharros) and this is where they end up. yippee! ]
What the fork is that?
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anyway. giant skull. ]
Big skull.
[ helpful. ]
I wanna go in it.
[ pushing up sleeves. ]
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Hold on there, partner. We ain't goin' in with no plan. Let's walk around the outside first. That a crown up there? What the dang fridge...?
w5 thursday evening/friday morning
boothill's brought in two waffles in a styrofoam package (butter and syrup on the side, with a package of plastic utensils) and two bottles of soju. good idea or not, sometimes you need a drink after being traumatized. drink responsibly! ]
Hey there, partner.
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it's late-late thursday night at the apartments. caelus' room is open.
the trailblazer doesn't look much like himself with the bandages over his eyes (black, stylin'), and glossy princess hair down to his waist (when did that happen???). but he's trying not to have another crisis. he's like, 94% sure his eyes are regrowing, post-spring. it's now about patience. ]
Oh, that's an easy one. Boothill.
[ the most fun game! seeing if you remember/can recognize the voices of your friends! ]
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Muddle-fudger. [ under his breath. ] Caelus... What happened to ya'?
[ AND WHY IS THIS MISS MARCH'S ROOM help me. i'm deciding that boothill knows this because he snuck a peek at everyone's rooms while he was on the express, even the fabled himeko and welt's. he is just looking around, confused af. ]
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Beauty pageant. I won but I don't think that really meant anything.
[ ain't that the way? ]
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Beauty pageant?
[ he draws up the light blue chair from march's desk and pulls it over towards the bed. the plastic bag gets left on the floor as he takes a seat. ]
What the fork does that mean? That why your hair's all long now?
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[ are there normally those things, caelus? ]
The hair is from the spring, but it could be related. [ good thing caelus is immune to being mocked on a meta level!!! can't affect him! ]
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I know what a beauty pageant is! But how the fork you get wrapped up in somethin' like that? 'N what happened to your eyes?
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[ did he mention he won? ]
As for my eyes...
[ sudden emotionshare of fear, anxiety, and just oodles of shame ]
I listened to the wrong voice.
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What do ya' mean, "wrong voice"?
[ he feels that wave of emotion. it furrows his brow, makes him fight back against the tide with worry and confusion. ]
What's listenin' got to do with your peepers?
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[ it's so hard to sit here in utter darkness. he can't see boothill's face nor his posture. caelus has to depend completely on his tone of voice and what can be gleaned from the emotionshare. ]
And to win I had to prove I was willing to pay up for what I've done. I had to give 'em a show.
[ hands on his knees, clenching ]
She--the voice--suggested I take an eye. I got overzealous.
w6 monday
Smells good, but I got a bad feelin' about this place.
[ that bee-costumed mascot is waving at them. ]
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We can always smash our way out if it's a smell trap.
week 7, monday
caelus wants to try using a GUN! this is a great time. when he's affectionate and alpha and has his receptacle neck tattoo back.
stars in his eyes tho ]
I'll follow your directions. [ plz plz plz plz ]