[ monday in clowntown is already sure a thing. anyways.
he's just scrolling through his device when he arrives because there sure is a lot happening at once. when he sees harrow he just nods in greeting (?) ]
Yes, certainly odd. Though it isn't been unpleasant.
[she'll take the seat.]
I did want to apologize for behaving quite unreasonably at trial. You see, I am rather uncomfortable with being touched, and I fear that led me to act stubbornly.
[lin jingheng can find harrow sometime on monday exploring the new island. specifically, she's in the aquarium room, and it sounds like she may be in there with someone else. she's looking into the tank of fish, one hand on the glass, talking as though it's to someone else in the room, but no one is there.
when he comes into the room, she blinks, startled.]
Oh - good afternoon. [even then she sounds a little oddly hesitant.]
[ ah... the aquarium room. jingheng finds himself here more than he would like, honestly. as she turns around, startled, he gives a pause and then just nods. ]
Hey.
[ he'll move forward to join her over by the glass, gazing into the water from behind the glass with a small furrow to his brow. ]
[ wow that was hell, hi we're in the void and lin jingheng has his head in one hand and a red solo cup in the other. his cigarette just sort of burns away. he can't even stomach it. when he sees harrow, he gives her a quiet nod. ]
[memshare week is terrible and harrow is just trying to avoid every single person. but she's not allowed to!
she and jingheng enter the same room and she turns and tries to leave, but not fast enough. they're in the theater now, and you can have a dark one. cw: suicide on this bad boy.]
[ what happens when two people try to avoid everyone? they probably find each other.
in any case yeah they both are bee-lining for the door when suddenly they drop down into mystery theatre hell-edition and—
well fuck this damn. he watches the screen impassively, but that's how lin jingheng watches anything really, with a neutral stance. reaching into his coat, it's easy to find the cigarette box and to tap one out into his mouth— ]
Heavy is the crown, or some bull like that.
[ he flicks the lighter as little harrow on screen closes the door behind her. ]
"Only God knows."
[ knows what's in that tomb. and harrowhark nonagesimus. he glances to her from the side a moment as a film is loaded up in between. ]
[she's shaken, seeing this again. she wraps her arms around herself and breaths a shaky sigh, touching her hands together and trying to shake off that feeling while also wanting to hold onto some of it.
she swallows, vulnerable and miserable, and nods.]
lin jingheng is going to give harrow some time to warm up and for... everything that's happening on flatview to happen because wowee but anyways he's now here with hot tea in to-go cups.
[she's probably still on the island, being wrapped up in coats and blankets to get warm. despite that, her teeth are still chattering and there's still a blueish tinge to her skin and lips.
also her hair grew out into a messy bob, it looks really cute on her.]
[ good afternoon it's garden time, but in particular lin jingheng is hanging out near where a patch of mushrooms are growing. they are not poisonous, they are friendly shroomie guys and make for comfy tiny person umbrellas to sit underneath while the sun beams down. he will nod at her to welcome her to this quiet place free of nutkins (so far). ]
[ well. they've had the chance to definitely enjoy (question mark) this terrible green drink with eyeballs inside of it before they explore the frosty peak resort. in particular, the sitting room full of skeletons and feet pics. hateful. lin jingheng pauses at some of the ice sculptures, brow furrowed as he examines the angel quietly. he looks just a little too long at one and hums. ]
... The hell...?
[ he squints, turning his head quickly to the side. weird. ]
[harrow should be cut out for the cold, being from pluto, but being actually outside in the elements is different than the perpetual damp chill of their underground caverns. so she's fairly relieved to go inside even if there are nsfw pictures of feet on the wall, and also lavi.]
...Did you see something? I thought earlier that perhaps a fellow was following us.
[ yeah it is weird that lavi is also here. what the hell is happening in the other part of hell actually. someone please explain. ]
You too?
[ he rubs his temples briefly, as if maybe he can like. cover up the brief glance of something just outside his vision for like a second. but of course he can't because this drink is now hell and he doesn't know it. he looks to her, brow furrowed before he eyes finally glance over his shoulder. ]
W1, MONDAY
he's just scrolling through his device when he arrives because there sure is a lot happening at once. when he sees harrow he just nods in greeting (?) ]
Nonagesimus.
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How are you feeling today?
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Alright. It's been an odd morning.
You?
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[she'll take the seat.]
I did want to apologize for behaving quite unreasonably at trial. You see, I am rather uncomfortable with being touched, and I fear that led me to act stubbornly.
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week 2; monday
when he comes into the room, she blinks, startled.]
Oh - good afternoon. [even then she sounds a little oddly hesitant.]
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Hey.
[ he'll move forward to join her over by the glass, gazing into the water from behind the glass with a small furrow to his brow. ]
Fish have anything good to say?
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...Ah, pardon me. Thinking outloud.
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The fish here are unusual. Not sure I'm a fan.
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w2, saturday
Hey.
[ i cannot believe it is w2. ]
Feels like I aged 80 years.
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[she's not even doing anything, she's just sort of aimlessly around, not sure what to do with how anyone is feeling.]
That was pathetic.
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This place is a fucking circus.
[ not since the clownery of the union. he hates this. ]
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I won't participate in spending hours to determine who was goaded into murder by an octopus. It is not of interest to me.
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week 3; monday
she and jingheng enter the same room and she turns and tries to leave, but not fast enough. they're in the theater now, and you can have a dark one. cw: suicide on this bad boy.]
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in any case yeah they both are bee-lining for the door when suddenly they drop down into mystery theatre hell-edition and—
well fuck this damn. he watches the screen impassively, but that's how lin jingheng watches anything really, with a neutral stance. reaching into his coat, it's easy to find the cigarette box and to tap one out into his mouth— ]
Heavy is the crown, or some bull like that.
[ he flicks the lighter as little harrow on screen closes the door behind her. ]
"Only God knows."
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she swallows, vulnerable and miserable, and nods.]
I lied.
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w3, thursday
lin jingheng is going to give harrow some time to warm up and for... everything that's happening on flatview to happen because wowee but anyways he's now here with hot tea in to-go cups.
pokes his head in wherever she is. ]
Harrow.
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also her hair grew out into a messy bob, it looks really cute on her.]
Hello.
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he moves to sit beside her and opens up one of the cups, making sure it isn't too hot and just offering it to her with a quiet look of concern. ]
Your hair... huh.
The ferry took you for a ride, hm.
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w4, monday
Exploring?
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I dislike this island. It is inconvenient.
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w6, monday
... The hell...?
[ he squints, turning his head quickly to the side. weird. ]
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...Did you see something? I thought earlier that perhaps a fellow was following us.
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You too?
[ he rubs his temples briefly, as if maybe he can like. cover up the brief glance of something just outside his vision for like a second. but of course he can't because this drink is now hell and he doesn't know it. he looks to her, brow furrowed before he eyes finally glance over his shoulder. ]
... Did you get a good look?
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week 7; monday