PC: DAHUT

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W0 - SATURDAY

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Everyone here is being so godsdamned bleeding helpful.

[ why is he saying this so hatefully. SORRY THAT PEOPLE ARE NICE? ]

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[SIR your AVERSION TO HELPFULNESS. Dahut, who's just vibing in his french orphan clothes sans lab coat (but still with gloves??), is just giving a very mildly confused look.]

Why do you say that like it's a bad thing?

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[ this is such an outfit. lucien's is a lot more simple. loose linen shirt, and a sleek black coat - hardened leather on the more vulnerable parts and well-cared for if run-down. ]

Because, no one is helpful for no purpose.

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[He is so french and such an orphan... Lucien's looking like an adventurer meanwhile, sasuga.]

Ah. [ONE OF THOSE TYPES. Well.] I can't disagree! Everyone has a reason for doing what they're doing. But, you know - that doesn't mean the purpose is bad.

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[ its fine sometimes orphans grow up and get better taste in clothes. not lucien, his tastes just got worse, but it's alright. ]

For now, when it's easy. So, what's your reason?

W0 - MONDAY

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[ Lucien is pacing the hallways, pointlessly, and in the process is spreading a really fun variety of emotions. Paranoia, like an animal pacing the bars of its cage, and an exhaustion so profound the freakin' walls are moving. Maybe someone should actually try sleeping in ... his room ... ? it is clear he did not do this. Sad. ]

It's still an absolutely not on the blood.

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[SAD. Why is this man so... sad...

Dahut's vibes, on the other hand, are at first like "oh yay it's purple man!" and then a little concerned and then a little amused. Almost everything he feels seems to be just a tiny bit muted and slightly to the left, like An Approximation Of Human Emotion, but definitely still identifiable.]

Oh - no worries about that in the least! I'd never press the matter and even Monsieur Scien is very conscious about it. [...] You seem tired.

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[ to be fair, he's a little maladjusted right now to be making any judgment calls what is and isn't proper human emotion. ]

I'm not.

[ he like. visibly is. what is the point of lying about this. ]

I've rested plenty.

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[Very valid of him carry on.]

Even if I couldn't feel how tired you are, it would still be obvious, monsieur. Have you slept at all since you woke up here?

w4 weds

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[AT SOME POINT DURING THE PARTY maybe after all of Lucien's dirty secrets have been aired, some weird pixel bozo approaches.]

Hello! I don't know how to say that in Italian! Please come with me.

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[ he doesn't know what italian is. ]

Why? Are you going to try and kill me?

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Why would I try to kill you... I just want to talk!

[Classic code for wanting to kill someone, damn.]

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Absolutely something you'd say to someone you're going to kill.

w6 sat

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[Sometime after all the hubbub of dead returns, he will approach Lucien and then make a gesture like he's trying to get Lucien to hold his hand out. Hello.]

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[ looking at his own hand, like. confused? by the way the eyes are glowing very slightly. ]

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[NOT HIS LITTLE DEMON EYES. Dahut gives them a mildly concerned look and then gives Lucien himself a mildly concerned look.]

Your hand! Let me see it.

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[ DISTRUSTFULLY HOLDS HIS HAND OUT. ]

If you insist.

W7 - MONDAY

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[ he's been exploring, but all the new locations on the ship are full of meat, and planet side is exceptionally creepy feeling but at least there's a sky (that looking at makes your organs shrivel) but. you know. he prefers that.

dahut can probably find him sitting somewhere in the resort, just observing. ]

You're back just in time for all the dramatics. Seen anything of interest?

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[THEIR MEAT SHIP..... IT'S JUST AS BAD OUT HERE AS IT IS IN THE HELLY BELLY but Dahut's in a good mood because he's always in an at least decentish mood unless people are exploding and they're no longer doing that, so all's well that ends well until they start exploding again on Saturday.

For now, he'll make his way over, raising a hand in greeting.]

Beyond the obvious things like the flesh and the horrible flowers and the unknowable creatures? I saw a very cute seal!

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[ people should start exploding again, it'd be funny. ]

As long as the seal is balancing it out, I suppose ...

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I think so!

[IT'S REALLY NOT. He does love a cute seal, though...]

How are you holding up, anyway? It's been getting quieter and quieter every week for most people, but you still had to deal with us being headaches, so maybe it's not quite as big of a difference...?

[also i know i said dealer's choice with effect but shakes you down for a mem]

W7 - SATURDAY

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[ he should honestly be relaxed after surviving all of that and then they find out that they aren't dead or being horribly tortured but instead he just seems


kind of shell shocked. what the fuck is he supposed to do now. he has so rarely successfully completed a plan. ]

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[HE IS SO FUNNY. LUCIEN!!!!!

Dahut will approach with a lil mug.]

Haha - I was going to give this to Monsieur Scien, but you look like you could use it more. Want some?

[A very nice calming tea...]

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[ does scien drink these.

he will ...... take it. ]

What the hells is it?

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[Hilariously yes.

They've come so far from Dahut having to drag Lucien kicking and screaming to the canteen... He smiles! And then looks thoughtful.]

Tea! Lavender and honey and just the tiniest bit of lemon. I was trying to make something a little nicer, but the whole kitchen's been shaken up like a box of oats so everything's all over the place right now... Monsieur Charles could only find half a bag of flour.