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week 0, monday

[historicals]

[ good monday morning! today wisadel can find taair by the beach - he's standing on the sand, his fancy boy boots and socks neatly set to the side, and he looks fascinated. ]

So that's what it feels like...

[ what a weird thing to say ]

[sarkazm]

[fancy boy who's never stood in sand...

she pauses. thinks about it for all of like, one second.

has he immediately noticed her because if not she is Sneaking]

week 0, friday

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[ man nothing ruins a beach party like finding out a body was there

speaking of which!!! if w happens to scan the area of said beach at all, she might notice a familiar flash of white and blue up near the top of the lighthouse where the observatory door is- taair's up there, leaning on the railing, looking outwards! he doesn't seem to have noticed if there's any company. just shove me off ]

[sarkazm]

[shoves him (no)

anyway, if he's not really paying attention, it probably seems like wis'adel just shows up out of nowhere? she hops up onto the railing to perch there, her tail twined around it loosely.]

You looking for something?

w1, monday

[sarkazm]

[she walks into the library to see what it is... and is promptly disappointed. ugh. just BOOKS. and, predictably: taair.]

We're not gonna see you all week, are we.

[historicals]

[ well you see when she sees taair, she sees him somewhere unusual

that is she sees him like

twelve shelves up one of these things. he has climbed the shelf like a fucking mountain goat, and he looks backwards - ]

Oh, Miss Wisadel! Good mor--[ the shelf wobbles ] - whoa! [ and he grabs onto it with both hands as it steadies... waits... ] ...Good morning! Isn't this wonderful?

w1, saturday

[sarkazm]

[she's somewhere we are in the void today girls

she also is still not in a great mood, tail lashing like a warning wherever she's perched.]

[historicals]

[ that's so valid. is she high up or down on the ground?

either way it doesn't matter, taair will come find her when he sees her - dipping his head briefly in greeting. ]

Miss Wisadel, may I join you?

w2 sunday

[sarkazm]

[i'm mobile i did all of trial mobile i don't have meta in me where is he]

[historicals]

[ TEEJ YOUR PC

taair is in the clinic like a good boy. he's now dressed down in comfier clothes, 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... ]

w3 monday

[historicals]

[ i havent even read locations yet

BEHOLD!!! a reflective surface, and a day in convallaria town. ]

[sarkazm]

[it's such an unfamiliar thing, to her. she's always done more or less what she wanted. traveled where she needed. the idea of being kept somewhere, of feeling trapped like that...? it's difficult to relate.

she watches all of this with a frown, arms folded, tail swishing.]

...so why would you just go along with it?

w4 monday

[sarkazm]

...really not my kind of scene.

[she says after getting an initial look at candyland...

her vibes are a little annoyed, on seeing it, and under that there's a current of a restless sort of anxiety.]

[historicals]

Oh, come now, Miss Wis'adel. We haven't even been inside anywhere, yet - has every place we've been so far not had some strange twist to it?

[ bikini bottom and its weird basement full of Holes TM ]

You are counting your chickens far before they hatch! I think we should explore.

w4 tues

[sarkazm]

ughhhh. okay, I think I'm fucking sane again

[historicals]

[ help ]



That's a relief...
Don't worry - I can forget that ever happened, if you'd prefer it? Haha.
How are you feeling?

week 4, friday

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[ taair's outside today! he's actually sitting outside of the tavern with a small glass of wine and his sketchbook in his lap, dutifully drawing.

when he realizes he has company he glances up - his emotional vibes are calm, though there's an unhappiness underneath it that you might expect, something tired and a little stressed. however, w can also feel his warm friendship emotion when he sees her. gross. ]

Miss Wis'adel... it's another Friday with two, it seems - though, I cannot say I am too surprised.

[sarkazm]

[gross...! there's a lil flicker of it back, but primarily she feels tired in the "here we go again" way.]

I mean, we knew it'd get worse or something, didn't we...? I'm just glad we don't have to deal with three!

w5 monday

[sarkazm]

Hiding out after all that?

[lmao. sup, taair... she's just coming across him wherever he happens to be.]

[historicals]

[ he is in the italy car - by which i mean he is just admiring the architecture of this big, pretty place, when wisadel speaks to him! and. predictably, his ears turn red. ]

Oh, please don't start... [ EMBARRASSING ]

week 6, friday

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[ hopital....!

taair is one of the many who was out on an adventure this week, so he's sitting in a hospital bed like a good boy after tiring himself out making doctor rounds. he looks slightly less ill than yesterday but still like. bad, and is currently bundled in the comfiest bird sweater, writing in his book as usual.

he looks up when he sees he has company, and manages a small, tired smile. ]

Miss Wis'adel...

[sarkazm]

Taair. Jeez, we really had way too many of you gone this time...

[she takes a seat on the edge of the bed, with a little wince-- wiš'adel is still busy ignoring her own injuries. she's dead, what are they going to do, kill her.]

w6 post party

[sarkazm]

You still awake over there? Or was that enough excitement for you for one night, huh?

[teasing... but she did kind of half expect to find him unconscious or something.]

[historicals]

[ so.....



.....how late after the party... immediately or later..... ]

w7 saturday

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[ yay! endgame!!!

taair is up at the lighthouse on this final day, sitting with his arms on the railing and staring out into the ocean. his emotions are kind of a mess even from a distance - there's this awful melancholy and resignation that floats over his shoulders like a cloud, but his expression is passive, thoughtful.

when he hears footsteps he glances over, though, and smiles, and all that vanishes. ]

Miss Wis'adel. Would you tell me something of your time here you cherished?

[sarkazm]

[hmm. she could answer that, or tease him about this all too sappy question...

but after she picks up on those vibes, she just steps up to him with a little huff, flicking him in the forehead.]

How about instead, I remind you not to do something stupid like give up before you even make it all the way home?