camille [pcs]

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intro weekend, saturday

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[hewwo.

mathis has retrieved his belongings, dressed more normally (for a visual novel definition of normal), and marginally less panicked than yesterday...

but it's still difficult for him to approach others. if camille feels like she's being watched... well, that would be mathis, who is doing a bad job at hiding his fascination as he peers at her from wherever he's currently tucked himself against a wall.]

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[good thing she's already met lucas and gale, less culture shock with you weirdass vidya and animes. She's normal and is in a sweater and jeans, both mere shades away from black.

She's keen enough to sense eyes on her back. When she spies the shy young lad with the Loreal hair cowering against the wall she feels an acute relief. As long as he doesn't turn out to be part of a haunting.

She tilts her head at him, smiling softly. Come out, kiddo.]

w0, monday

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[hi what's up! that was probably a concerning conversation they had last time, huh?

it's not about to get better, because when she comes across mathis, he's sitting somewhere all curled in on himself, hands pressed to his head and tangled in his hair, eyes squeezed shut.

also there is one word visible among the ones that are currently hidden by the way he's holding himself. that fear is camille. lol.]

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[JUST A BIT. Let me go back and tag it so i can figure out how concerned she is.

That said, she is absolutely double taking at the curve of the letters spelling out an all too familiar name. None of the lettering has been particularly positive, so what is she supposed to do here?

Camille clears her throat. Gently. Feeling grateful for the extra cover of her extra modest clothes.]

Hey. Mathis.

w0 saturday

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[GREAT COOL LOVED THAT EXPERIENCEEEE

mathis is sitting somewhere in the vague pc setting void in silence, after trial.]

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[He's one of the ones she's gunning for after, don't you fret Mathis.

Camille comes by, with a non-descript snack from the refectory. (it is not cheese this time.) She'll push it into Mathis' hands as she takes a seat directly next to him, searching his face.]

You okay, kiddo?

WEEK 1: Thursday

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[After seeing him run earlier and while tha boiz are being patched up!!]

Mathis? [Finally finds him] Hey, there you are.

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O-oh, Camille...

[hi! he seems... relatively okay. quiet, but he isn't like, shut down.]

w1 saturday

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[we're in the void where the vibes are AWFUL and mathis is soooo not fucking fine.

hi camille. he looks like he is fully spacing out again.]

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[let us space out 2gether]

Mathis.

[She'll take a seat at his side, trying to meet his eye.]

Are you all right?

w2 monday

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[i'm so out of starter juice man i've been busy writing these and doing billings at work

welcome to the VOID]

I feel it is safe to say that she is the superior Camille

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[She falls out of this one with a budding migraine and a wish to vomit. Camille has learned to hate this place. Now she wants it scrubbed off the land entirely, burn and buff it until they hit paleolithic rock. How many times today has she tripped and fallen into someone's open wound?

Mathis is here, nearby. She rises, willing her jelly legs to hold her weight as she puts both her hands on his shoulders. Her expression is pale, but open, hurt. Heartbroken.]

He made you? [Is that what this is? Camille shakes her head, looking between his eyes.] Mathis...

[What does she even say?]

WEEK 2: Thursday

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[One day this boy WILL be okay]

Hey, bud. You feeling any better?

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Somewhat, yes...

[he's in the church for a little while, probably. he has also been healed-- where he was burned is now scarred black, with a red pulse beneath. like there's still something there, eating at him. that's fun!

one hand is pressed loosely to his chest.]

WEEK 2: Saturday

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[Mathis whenever you are calmed down will you please come to the principal's office.]

[Mathis this is your principal speaking.]

Can I help you?

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...

[well, she told him what she was, so this isn't too surprising. but.]

I-it's going to be strange, speaking with you like this...

WEEK 3: Monday

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[I feel like we've been here for seven weeks already.

Anyway they are exploring the new areas! Walking in da woods, Camille sees a shining string of something in the trees.]

What is that?

[Surely not bigge spiders]

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Huh... I don't know.

[he peers up at it curiously, his voice much less hesitant than usual.]

Should we go see?

w3 wednesday

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Camille-!

[hewwo. he's finding her after minievent.]

That was a little fun.

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You have a good time?

[She sat this one out. Wasn't feeling festive. Also her feet are still sore damb.]

Did you win?

WEEK 4: Tuesday

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[Mathis can find her in front of the bulletin board. Tracing the edges of the new posters there.]

...Who killed who?

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O-oh. Um... Caelus killed Marina, and Monsieur Gale was the one who was forced to fight him. We weren't absolutely certain about it, but it seems as if... Robin most likely killed Tomizawa...

[so! you know! bad. it's bad.]

Camille, may I... ask you something personal?

w5 monday

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[sets this before ALL OF THIS FUCKING CHAOSSSS AAAAA

anyway he's at the tea garden, sitting here with an untouched cup; his emotions are not blanked, fortunately, but he just feels... tired. sad.]

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[WHY WAS THERE SO MUCH CHAOS TODAY. WHY. ASA IS GASTON AND YOU'RE ALL LAUGHING

Camille is, regrettably, in a similar state of mind. There's a pointed numbness to it though. Close to blanking, but more like the press of a weight.

She settles in next to Mathis, also with a mug, tilting her head at the boy.]

You still in there, kiddo?

WEEK 5: Friday

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[hi this is fucking hell.

Where is Mathis where is our little boy. Camille will come to him, already having run through a crying jag elsewhere and pale in the face.]

Mathis?

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...Camille.

[he acknowledges her, at least! but he doesn't so much as glance up, and the emotionshare is... well. not there. he's doing the feelings equivalent of bluescreening.]

w5 Saturday

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[we're in the void where the vibes SUCK. just absolutely suck. he's having a bad one, hello camille.]

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[Mathis when are we ever gonna have a normal one

asking for the both of us this shit's ridiculous]

Mathis...

[She'll come join him. Not in any better a mood than he, really, and with a bottle of whisky slung low in one hand. She puts it to the side when she sits down next to him, looking his way with one bleary, tear-stricken eye.

She'll open an arm for him.]

Come here.

WEEK 6: Monday

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[Puts them in the new cathedral]

Once again, we're back with the religious themes.

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We are...

[...he looks a little sad, at that.]

I-it reminds me of Lucas.

w6 friday

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[sitting sadly by the pyre hours...

he's not as broken as he has been the last couple weeks, thankfully, but. whew. back to depressing vibes for all of us!]

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[we gotta take the little wins where we can

Anyway Camille is still healing off 80000000000 burn damage, so she is still hobbling as she comes to join him. There is, thankfully, a reprieve from the Sazantos larping.]

It never does feel real, does it.

w6, sunday

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[hi. he's somewhere! we're in the void, where he's just... settled somewhere alone, at the moment, arms wrapped around himself.]

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[Joins him in this void.]

Hey, kiddo.

[She's in between crying jags herself, dry-eyed but for a moment. For now, there is only weariness.]

Need some company?

w7 Wednesday

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[he waits until the next morning because she sure arrived and then party time party time BUT

coming to find camille this morning to check in with her.]

Camille-- are you all right?

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[Time....moves so fast......]

Hey, Mathis. [She's showered. That's probably an improvement, right? She'll come scoop him into a hug hello, it's affection week baby.] I'm adjusting. It doesn't feel much different down here, does it?

What about you? We missed you.

w7 Saturday

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[brings her to his apartment room:

the layout of his room is similar to his attic bedroom in the mansion, with its angled ceilings and shelving built into the walls; it differs in the furnishings and decor, however, set up as a cozier, more nook-like space with hanging lights and multiple comfy spots to sit on the floor, books stacked neatly nearby. the bed is, similarly, very low to the floor, with pillows piled onto it. rain patters against the window, keeping the room from getting much natural light, but it's a little soothing if you like that kind of thing.

he's falling onto the bed.]

I'm so tired...

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[M-mathis...

She's doing that awkward standing thing that one does when in a new but very personal space. It looks cozy. Very much built for bookworms.]

Did you need some sleep? I don't mind grabbing you tomorrow. It's been a long one.