PC: Camille

[sootprints]

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Week 0, Monday

[sootprints]

[ kate can be encountered somewhere outdoors! she's in her regular clothes with her non-face no longer hidden. she tries not to bring attention to it, but along one of her shins is a word in white lettering: FALSE. ]

... It seems we've all been assigned some kind of living arrangements. I hope yours isn't too disagreeable.

[scrapdraught]

[WHY IS THIS GIRL SO DANG CUTE.

Even outside of my ooc screaming, Camille finds herself endeared by the get up. Not her taste, but the vivid red divorces it from the porcelain doll laces and nightgowns her mother preferred her daughters in.

For her own part, Camille's left pant leg is ablaze with SCORNED CHILD. A softball dig compared to her other graphic details. Maybe this curse was a staunch supporter of age-based censorship.]

The clown theater? It's a fun time. I don't know any of my roommates well, but that takes time.

How about yourself? You been good, Kate?

[How badly has she been smoking lately?]

Week 0, Sunday

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[ kate has been silent since the end of execution, her body language giving very little away.

but after some time, it looks like she's returned to the graveyard, looking silently out at where the battle was just fought. and finally, she speaks. ]

They didn't leave any bodies, did they.

[scrapdraught]

[They have that much in common. Camille pulls up not long after Kate shows, arms tucked around her middle and radiating gloom.]

No. Nothing to bury. [It'd be grim work, but she'd welcome it. It would feel better than this vacuum where they used to be.] No headstones?

Week 1, Sunday

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[ somewhere outdoors after the execution ritual. ]

It looks like it's over for now... but there's still too much that we don't know.

[scrapdraught]

Way too much.

[Camille sighs, tossing her hair back over her shoulder as she rubs at her arms.]

Erin held onto herself better than Boothill did. At least verbally, anyway.

Week 2, Monday

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[ hello camille, it's a lovely day to be unceremoniously yanked into a memory-void!

they see a memory.

as a note: yes, kate is speaking in the third person in this clip. that's not just a weird translation thing. your character can absolutely notice that and think it's weird. ]

[scrapdraught]

[we love a good memory void in this house

Meanwhile Camille finds herself floundering from the get go. It's usually funny to see a pack of kids play at being adults, but these ones are positively erudite. The dispute is hard to follow. She's stunned to see regular human kids involved — she'd thought maybe she and the rest of the flesh faces were the freaks in Kate's eyes.

That's not the point though. There's accusations flung, references to higher orders and subterfuge. Kate starts speaking strangely, too. Third person isn't a great place to jump for an argument, but with all the allusions to her starting as something else (a "morph?"), maybe the disconnect is more than affectation.

Then the soot flies for real, and Camille comes back to reality choking on a phantom smog.]

Kate? [All right, her throat is slowly wising up. Three more pathetic coughs and she tries again.] What was that all about?

Week 2, Friday

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[ it sure is friday. kate may be sitting out in some remote spot in the village, but as is often the case, she's easily found by the smoke coming out of her head.

when camille comes near, she'll find her voice and speak. ]

... I didn't expect all of this.

[scrapdraught]

...Me either.

[Camille can't shake the scent of smoke off. More the better for her, really, even if it's annoying.]

You doing okay? You checked out one somewhere yourself, right?

Week 2, Saturday

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[ it's a few hours after the trial has ended that kate shows up in a clean dress. she walks up and holds out a hand to where the limits of the barrier seems to be. ]

Oh, Camille. I'm sorry.

[ ... how's camille looking. ]

[scrapdraught]

[Kate is so cute and perfect

but she is the only one who gets Camille right off the bat tonight, and she is not so cute and perfect. She's in a ball on the ground, the heels of her hands pressed into her eyes.]

Kate...

WEEK 3: Monday

[scrapdraught]

[Voids them, they can be wherever

But when Camille finally tracks down Kate, all she does is bend down and swoop her into a hug. Urgent, but soft.

They're both still here...]

[sootprints]

[ oh. she is hugged.


she hugs back. ]

... I'm a little embarrassed now, after that display on Saturday.

[ when she started crying about how she didn't want her to die and then she didn't die? yeah. ]

Week 4, Tuesday

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[ as soon as she can catch camille alone, kate is running for her. and hesitating for a moment. then moving for a hug. ]

It's... it's really you, right?

[scrapdraught]

[If Kate didn't go for it, she would have leapt in first. She hugs her tight, forgetting propriety. Forgetting caution.

Not like someone would immediately peg them as chimeras just for this.]

For better or for worse.

I'm so sorry Kate. I didn't want to leave you...

WEEK 4: Wednesday

[scrapdraught]

[ASSIGNS THEM...HIKING. getting away from it all. Also assigns them hand-holding, fight me.]

Kind of makes me nostalgic. I spent a lot of time running around the woods as a kid.

[sootprints]

[ hiking! hand-holding! today's fit (but she'll wear boots or something so she doesn't suffer too much). ]

R, really?

... I did too. Out in the fields.

[ But I haven't done that in a long time, and now I get tired and sore way too easily... ]

What kind of place did you grow up in?

WEEK 5: Early Monday

[scrapdraught]

[a new dawn and a new day, still depresso. A one-eyed Camille will be hunting down Kate though, where does she find her?]

[sootprints]

[ let's say she's at the haunted house, about to leave to see what new locations we have this week! today's fit. ]

Oh... Camille.

How are your injuries?

Week 5, Wednesday

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[ some time after the minievent, or maybe even during but like, when it's time for a break, kate is sitting out by the waterfall at the grotto. she's still in her dress and flower crown, but she's removed her shoes to give her little feet a break. ]

It's nice to get a little fresh air.

[ is it fresh air? in here? probably not, but it is a refreshing little spot away from the crowd. ]

Re: Week 5, Wednesday

[scrapdraught]

Tell me about it.

[Camille pulls up beside her and takes a seat, similarly taking off her shoes and flexing her feet. Perhaps a little strangely, she's got nylons on beneath the slick dress pants.]

That's more party than I've had in years.

WEEK 5: Friday

[scrapdraught]

[I'd be mad but this was extremely inevitable.

Camille enters the barrier, a thorough mess. She should try putting on a brave face. She should be brave.

But she's terrified. And she's responsible. And it's a little girl. One she's fond of. Sometimes she wonders if it's for the right reasons.

Camille looks into the black void of a face and feels a fissure crack down her chest.]

...Kate.

[sootprints]

[ she's just sitting here in her bubble.

in tattered rags stained in red and black. horns and wings present. but otherwise, serene. she lifts her chin a little, so the void can stare back at camille. ]

Oh, Camille.

Week 6, Wednesday

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[ at some point, when they're away from the party crowd, this little faceless penguin approaches camille. ]

Camille...

We keep meeting in the strangest circumstances.

[ her tone is warm, and thick with emotion. ]

BARRELS INTO HER CRYING

[scrapdraught]

[This penguin...is the best penguin...]

Why break tradition now?

[Camille smiles. Her voice isn't doing too much better, tightening up at the sight of her. It's too fresh not to feel all over again.]

God, it's good to see you.

[Stupid, but she extends a hand. Nothing but mystic vapour waits for her, but she tries to feel for that diminutive shoulder all the same.]

WEEK 7: Wednesday

[scrapdraught]

[They are making good on their snack discussion, puts this at the offbrand costco. also let me know if you want any effects or anything i can give you a terrible memory too, etc]

You like savory or sweet better?

[sootprints]

Sweet, I think.

[ a mem would be welcome!! i didn't get one before because we were busy murdering a twunk ]

Week 7, Saturday

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[ kate's hanging around outside the haunted house, gazing out at the town of Scawwy. ]

... I suppose we'll all be leaving soon.

[scrapdraught]

[As is Camille, who actually puts out her smoke when she realizes Kate is out here too.]

...Yeah. As long as the machine works well enough.

[She frowns. Then pats the space beside her.]

C'mere.