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weekend 0, saturday!!

[historicals]

[ it's a room! we are roommates!!!

taair is in the room when chrono comes in - the door is open already! the Warm Egg TM is set on his pillow, and he's currently standing by the window he's also now dressed nicely as opposed to being a sexy angel, and is standing by the open window, buckling the little bird-shaped clasp on the sash on the front of his outfit.

when he hears someone else, though, he turns his head and then smiles!! ]

Oh! Hello. [ roommate!!! ]

[clockpunk]

[ hello roomie it's ur boy

chrono arrives having changed into a loose black shirt and khakis which i will find a screencap of later. taair's elaborate outfit gives him pause, suddenly feeling extremely underdressed, but. okay. it's fine.

he smiles a little weakly and puts his own box of Stuff on the other bed. ]

Oh, hey. Mr. Taair, right?

week 1, monday

[clockpunk]

[ hi roomie. it's later evening? maybe? there's a tv and a dvd player, let's watch some Quality to take our minds off the murder.

also hope you don't mind the faint sound of clockwork because uhh. chrono's skin now has patches of glass along one full arm, his upper chest, neck and one cheek. underneath, there's brassy gears and such in place of organs. ]

I got some movies for us.

[historicals]

[ i do i love clocks. secretly this is just kind of fascinating for taair - everyone's odd little physical changes are so interesting! and he doesn't seem much bothered by his, which are currently a pair of fluffy blue bird wings sticking out of his back.

he clasps his hands together, immediately delighted. ]

How wonderful! I'm excited to experience this with you. [ movies...! ] What sort did you end up getting?

w1 saturday

[clockpunk]

[ it's later evening. chrono's been out just sort of restlessly pacing for a while. he returns to the room, still unsettled, looking over at taair with concern. ]

You better be resting.

[historicals]

[ well you see

taair is not here! the window is open though. hm. does he look out the window? ]

week 2 sunday

[historicals]

[ ha ha ha...yay! taair is not in bed again

.... but he is at the clinic, so that's probably better? he's also dressed down in comfier clothes, sitting up on one of the clinic beds, with a bag of ice held to his head. ow. he looks okay, just dusty and. miserable. but at least okay.

and his door's open! what a sunday... ]

[clockpunk]

[ chrono has been probably trailing him like a helicopter parent since they left the execution area, caught between fretting concern and not wanting to be overbearing.

so he enters the room quietly, sits down beside him, and doesn't really. do much else, yet. ]

...you need anything?

week 3, tuesday

[historicals]

[ waddles in here and drops some lore in your lap unannounced like a cat

we're in the mirror maze! our last exploration went great. surely this one will too! with very little warning, the glass walls begin to blur and reflect their images, showing...fragments of some kind of memory - blurry faces, blurry names, blurry voices. but then, bit by bit, it begins to clarify.

and chrono gets to see the tale of a young Prince. ]

[clockpunk]

[ the mirrors are disorientating every time. the way they shift without warning, projecting scenes no one should be plucking from their minds unbidden.

the nature of them makes it impossible to look away, though. and for this particular memory... if not for the raw reality of its perspective, chrono might have mistaken it for a film, not unlike the ones he had been bringing to their room to watch together.

but fiction it is not, and there is no pausing and walking away.

every new snippet of history brings with it a separate tragedy, a new pain. every new thing he sees and learns and understands about the kind, intelligent man he's gratefully become friends with over these few weeks makes chrono appreciate taair ever more.

the resilience it must have taken, to remain so genuine and loving in the face of tragedy and lies, to be tethered by cruelty and still have a soul so gentle.

there are silent tears streaming down his own face by the time the images fade. he wipes them away with the heel of his palm, and wordlessly pulls taair into a hug. ]

week 4, monday!

[historicals]

[ you know despite the horrors of the last weekend, it is a new dawn and a new day! it's beautiful in the candy kingdom and taair has one hand over his brow, where chrono will find him...

halfway up the hedge walls. like he is trying very hard to get to the top... or get to something... ]

Come here, little one. It's alright.

[ ?????

even from afar, his emotions are warm as ever, and there's a thread of curiosity and wonder that seems to underlay his very presence, though it's always laced with something soft and a little sad, but that is just background noise compared to the focused intention of... whatever he is doing.... ]

[clockpunk]

Taair?

[ oh this is not going to end well. chrono walks up, carefully, trying very hard to not spook him from. whatever he's doing. ]

What've you got there?

w4 friday

[historicals]

[ friday again... actually chrono can find taair in the kitchen! he's chopping vegetables, and his his usual trial notebook open on the counter next to him, poring over it now and then between cuts.

his emotions are a little squiggly under the surface - grim and sad, anxious, typical friday emotions, but over that is an aura of calm as usual.

and of course, when he sees chrono, there's a soft ping of affection and warmth. ]

Chrono. [ hi sweetheart. ] How are you holding up?

[clockpunk]

[ omg roomie are we stress cooking thats his favourite atm!!! he has definitely come down here to start making something himself, and sort of pauses in !! surprise when he sees taair.

it settles into his usual fondness for his roommate on the surface, but guilt and sadness claw at the edges. he will immediately come around alongside him, pick up a knife, and open his hand to prompt taair to hand him a vegetable. ]

Well, y'know. [ yeah ] It's Friday.

week 4, sat

[historicals]

[ once the initial things have started to calm down just a little, tiny bit - it does not take taair long to find chrono and bring him back up to the room. his emotions are a mix of worry and trepidation, but overlayed on that is a sense of calm. he has to be calm, for chrono, for laurence, for all of them.

up in the room, he's moving things around - taking pillows off of his bed, grabbing extra blankets, and starting to form them up on the floor to make a space for laurence, the motions mechanical, but once they're both a little settled: ]

Talk to me. [ soft - worried. ]

[clockpunk]

[ with the final flares of anger burning out, he'll allow himself to be led to the room. taair, at least, he will trust with the ability to handle the pit of gnawing hurt and betrayal that's revealed itself under the blaze of fury.

one of his hands has scraped knuckles, and he idly picks at where it's scabbing over. ]

...I don't even know who I'm angriest for.

week 5 monday

[historicals]

[ hello!!!!

once again taair is climbing things - no, not actually. but he is standing at the forefront of these beautiful sights with his hand over his brow, and even without emotionshare he is almost radiating with joy. ]

Isn't this wonderful?

[ HE'S IN HEAVEN (REAL) ]

[clockpunk]

[ oh, he adores taair so much. it's wonderful to see him so joyous after such a fucking Weekend.

the ruins are appealing to him as well! aesthetically!! he's running a hand over some stones, careful. ]

Yeah. It's amazing. I've never been here before.

wk 5, friday

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[ well this sucks terribly!!!

taair comes to find chrono not too long after the death announcement - there's worry and a deep, awful sadness all over his face, but the moment he sees chrono he immediately rushes to close the distance between them. ]

Chrono... [ how's it going buddy are you ok (i know the answer is no) (but still) ]

[clockpunk]

[ the survivors lmao are back from italy, and chrono walks into the room just completely buzzing with anger and sorrow. ]

...we were with him. Yves. And... still...

week 5, saturday

[historicals]

[ the fact that you came to us and this ist he first time we've ever had a three body one killer case ever is kicking my ass. WELCOME TO HELL

anyway. taair is... outside! after all of that. he's actually hanging out somewhere now that laurence and fidelio are both taken care of, just kind of sitting in the grass somewhere with a glass of wine in his hand, looking off into the distance. there's a white dove sitting on his shoulder!

when he spots chrono he gives him a small smile, though. ]

[clockpunk]

[ chrono will have actually come to look for him. he's got his own bottle of orange juice in his hand, and just looks... well, blank.

he'll take a seat beside him, and stare out at the distance too. ]

At least it was only one person.

week 6, mon

[historicals]

[ you will never ever guess where taair is on this fine monday

it's the academy. yeah, of course it is. he's sitting at a table in one of the classrooms, nose buried deep in a thick magical tome, other hand absently writing as he reads. his thoughts are more visual than you might expect - chrono gets to see him visualizing the components of a spell and comparing it to his own, almost like he is imagining himself utilizing the forms of casting in this place.

his magic was briefly notable at the execution, but that was a long time ago, so chrono gets to watch his thoughts visualize it - a bird made of light that flutters around his head, dropping feathers, adjusting as he moves one hand absently in the air. his thoughts form into words around it, elegant scripted writing that falls away like the feathers.

"Witches invoke magic through the use of gestures, incantations, enchanted objects, potions, and elixirs. Witches require extensive education and training in order to master the system, allowing them to use magic effectively and safely." What a wonderful concept... ]

[clockpunk]

[ the sight of taair studying so intently would be enough alone to bring a gentle smile to his face, but the glowing bird circling around him and the visualisation of his other thoughts makes the sight kind of arresting, in a nice way.

with all the careful calm he can muster, chrono comes over wordlessly to the table, taking a seat across from him to not disturb his reading too much. for a long moment, he'll just sit with his chin on one hand, watching the light-bird make its rounds.

when he eventually does speak up, it's with an amused, pleased tone. ]

You look right at home, here.

w6 thursday

[clockpunk]

[ making his way to the hospital room just looking. ashen. he's got some supplies with him even though the medics have definitely already done their jobs. ]

Taair...

[historicals]

[ hi bud

taair is here! he is wrapped up in like four blankets and dressed in warm clothes, and he looks. well! he's bandaged so he's not dying, but he looks terrible. big dark circles under his eyes, an unnatural flush in his cheeks, like he might be ill.

even still, he smiles for chrono, soft, tired. ]

Hello, my friend.

week 6, sat

[historicals]

[ well that sucked

in bed! with soup! like a good boy!!! he's even changed into comfier clothes very carefully and is bundled up under an extra blanket.

there are two doves nesting in the windowsill, also, and they coo at chrono in greeting when he comes in again, as taair gives him a small, tired smile. ]

Welcome back.

[clockpunk]

[ good. it's vegetable soup, the quickest thing he could make up. there's bread and butter too. he's back from tidying the kitchen.

he'll go and give the doves a little pet on their heads before coming over to sit next to taair. ]

Thanks. [ ... ] Are you still cold?

w7 wednesday morn

[clockpunk]

[ hello roomie would you be open to a walk in the park this fine heavenly morning. chrono is in an absolutely stellar mood given the fact that everything is still fucked up.

but he's packed them some breakfast sandwiches and juice. ]

Any plans for the day?

[historicals]

Hmm - I have some writing to get done. Perhaps a bit more exploration with the others, here and there... spending time with our dear, newly returned.

[ taair smiles at chrono as they're heading out, hands behind his back, and observes: ] You're in a good mood this morning. Did something happen, my friend?