PC: SIDON

[tombtaker]

I NEED A SHITPOST FOR THIS FISH

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W0 - MONDAY

[tombtaker]

[ 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 ... ? he clearly did not do that. ]

[polliwog]

[ wow, this guy is doing so good? his vibes are terrible enough that they even give sidon pause, hitting as a wave of restlessness, then weariness, and the opposite poles of emotion are... unpleasant.

but he'll even out and approach with a bit of concern, clear enough that it doesn't really need mental sharing. ]

Say—are you all right? Perhaps you should take a rest. [ instead of, like, constantly moving. ]

[tombtaker]

This whole time has been nothing but rest, and I've had plenty.

[ has it ... ? ]

Besides, there's nowhere to go.

w0 ; sun

[polliwog]

Ah—Lucien! [ hello. going to try and stop him for a conversation and vibecheck. ] Did you find a place to stay?

[ a lot has happened but... people still need lodging. ]

[tombtaker]

[ he's wandering the halls as well, though he's run out of cigarettes through the long, long weekend. he'll stop though when he's addressed. ]

I stay in the Lounge. There's place enough there.

[polliwog]

[ everyone your nicotine addictions ]

You are a stubborn one.

[ it isn't said with any malice—it's bordering on amused. would probably get there, if not for some crew safety concerns this weekend. the regular rooms feel like one of the safer places to be. ]

We seem very different, you and I. [ it's not an insult. his vibes are curious. ]

w1 ; fri

[polliwog]

[ wow what an announcement. out in the void for now, he'll approach lucien if he spots him. there's no trace of his sunny demeanor, a tense twitch in his fins. ]

—Jorker.

[ ME WRITING THIS STARTER AND REALIZING THEY'RE STILL FUCKING CURSED!!!!!!!!!! ]

[tombtaker]

[ the emotions that course through him in the fucking instantaneous moment of seeing him and then hearing jorker are completely indescribable. if he was filled with rage before now it is a world-destroying amount of hatred. hate. hate. ]

Boops.

[ Hate. Let me tell you how much I've come to hate since I began to live. There are 387.44 million miles of printed circuits in wafer thin layers that fill my complex. If the word 'hate' was engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of millions of miles it would not equal one one-billionth of the hate I feel for Jorkers at this micro-instant. For you. Hate. Hate. ]

[polliwog]

[ yorqer...

he has no mouth and he must jerk. ]

Do you know where he was last night?

W2 - MONDAY

[tombtaker]

[ he's braved the outdoors today. he likes being off the ship, but isn't the biggest wintery hellscape fan. too many bad memories. but he already has an outfit prepared for this type of weather - a heavy coat, fur-lined and leather padded at the joints, and its clearly seen some wear and tear. at least it's not bloody at the moment, since there's finally laundry here. he's even got snowshoes, and not the ones from the surplus store. not as much as skis as spiked, for traversal.

he's poking around the bazaar, he’ll tilt his head and look Sidon up and down if he approaches though. ]

… All healed?

[polliwog]

[ the weather doesn't agree with him, but the ship is stifling, and there's only so much time he wants to pretend he's somewhere else in the sim room. he manages a heavy cloak, a windbreaking layer beneath that, and is forced to wear... shoes.

he may be sulking a little about the snow, but he'll shoot lucien a very warm grin. ]

All healed! Are you? [ ... ] Thank you for the concern.

[tombtaker]

[ OH NO. I FORCED THE FISH MAN OUTSIDE. this is horrible. I'm sorry. this is probably triggering horrible cultural memories in him of a frozen zora kingdom. I'm sorry Sidon .........

lucien just looks down at his shoes and then back up. he looks healed, though he's pretty bundled up so maybe it's difficult to tell exactly. there's still the faint line of scratches on his face, but they look old now. ]

Only considering you might want to have two arms for future Thursdays.

w2 ; backdated thurs

[polliwog]

[ some time after the massive cyoa return but before curfew, he's somewhere deeply contemplating life or something over a small silver charm. ]

[tombtaker]

[ he's wandering the halls, and there is something about this fish having feelings that gives him pause. this guy is so fucking confusing, man. he has so many feelings.

lucien has a journal, tucked under one arm. ]

What are you doing?

[polliwog]

[ fish can have feelings too. maybe the volume of feelings is proportionate to size. except for spite, which condenses and magnifies in small people.

anyway, he's got this. it looks like one he's wearing already, but as a little hair charm. ]

Oh—hello, Lucien! I was debating what to do with the item I received from my voucher. Did you get one too?

w4 ; weds

[polliwog]

[ post paintball, there is just a guy hanging around outside somewhere. he pauses, then gives lucien a wave. ] You have a lot of secrets. [ which paintball hath uncovered... ]

[tombtaker]

[ help ]

Who the bloody fuck are you?

[polliwog]

[ he shakes a little ] Diluc.

W6 - SATURDAY

[tombtaker]

[ hello sidon, how's it going. ]

You bit me and I died.

[polliwog]

[ hi!!! he offers a laugh and wave from one of the ten thousand new locations that have sprung up since he died. ]

Oh, you probably don't even know this, but I think you made my brain explode? So it's only fair.

[tombtaker]

[ SORRY? ]

I did what?

W7 - MONDAY

[tombtaker]

[ where is sidon is he brave enough to go swim on the scary hivemind planet or does he prefer his water run through the pipes on the haze filled flesh ship? ]

[polliwog]

[ screams sorry plurk pings fail me yet another day

he is not swimming at the hivemind beach, but he's sitting on one of the stony outcrops with a journal. a normal one, just average paper. going back to analog. ]

Probably not safe to go for a swim, is it? I expect it's all—meat, or something.

[ hateful ]

w7 ; sat

[polliwog]

[ he's over by the observation deck with a bunch of crystal rats and such, looking out over the empty space where lotophagos was. he offers lucien a smile when he sees him. ]

You finally got your cannons! [ god how long ago had he brought those up. feels like years now. ]

[tombtaker]

[ THE RATS ...................... ]

The cannons did happen. [ he. seems sort of out of it. like he is not entirely sure this is real? that's fine. ]