[not again] catchall for beau

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w0, sunday arrival

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[It's a bit after Flayn ran away from the profiles... and she's back.

More to the point, she's trying to sneak back over there as stealthily as she possibly can. Right now, she's waiting for everyone to clear away from them, just out of sight. Why? Who knows. But she's poised like she plans to move quickly once the way to the board is clear.]

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[ huh.

beau makes her way away from the profiles... but she also hides, to try and see what flayn is going to do. ]

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[the coast is clear!! once beau is out of sight, flayn darts forward quickly - and immediately sets to trying to pick the case's lock.

it isn't going well.]

Oh, please..!

w0, friday

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[well, a promise is a promise, even if flayn no longer has an appetite. time to find beau!

flayn's brow is furrowed when she comes across her.]

⁠—I suppose "good morning" is not the proper sentiment.

[NOTHING ABOUT THIS IS GOOD. A SWORD IS DEAD.]

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[ yeah, beau doesn't either, but it's okay. she rests a hand on flayn's shoulder, trying to make sure they don't get stuck. ]

Nah. It's not. But I'm glad you're alive, either way.

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[luckily only one of her shoulders is bare. beau can safely put her hand on that one.]

I am glad that you are alive, too. [she bites her lip.] Very glad.

w0, sunday 2.0

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[executions suck, text it



Anyway, Flayn should probably be resting, given her injury and all - but instead, she's in the waiting room at the Director's Office. She's got a thoughtful look on her face as she watches the bunnies, as if she's trying to decide which of them she wants to feed (and which of the directors she wants to harass, in turn).

Sup Beau!]

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[ sup flayn!!

she expects flayn to be up and standing instead of resting since that's what beau would be doing, but she huffs regardless. beau folds her arms, leaning against the doorframe. ]

Hey. Same idea as me, huh.

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Oh! Yes.

[You know what they say about great minds.]

I imagine they are probably rather busy... [BUT... she wants to talk to them anyway.]

w1, thursday

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[ now that flayn has given everybody several heart attacks, beau's coming to visit. she waits until people have dispersed mostly, not wanting to get in the way. carefully, she moves over, and shoves her hands in her pockets. ]

Hey, hey. Just checking in on you, missy. [ hopefully she's like, awake. ]

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Beau..?

[she's awake! it's a recent development. flayn tries to sit up to talk with beau a little more directly, which is probably a mistake, but you know what? it's fine. she can hardly just lie here like an invalid all day.]

I apologize if I have worried you...

[again.]

w2, tuesday

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[it's DATE TIME. where are they going for their date? honestly who knows, but they'll have to run across each other at some point to get things started - so when they do, flayn smiles.]

Beau! Good morning. How are you dong today?

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I'm good.

[ she's kind of a mess, with her bandaged/splinted right hand and the eyepatch over her left eye. the eyepatch is mostly covered by her hair and phoenix's beanie, however. ]

Sore. But you know. [ she's smiling anyway, as best she can. ] You?

w2, friday

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[what's up, beau! flayn has a thoughtful - if disappointed - look on her face as she walks back from the lake.

why is it always murder...]

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[ beau keeps her mouth shut when she comes up to flayn, but sort of... tries to smile. hello. she's not saying anything yet.

please don't make her say anything ]

w3, monday

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[gooood morning beau!

is what flayn would say if not for the fact that as soon as she locks eyes with her and raises a hand in greeting, a memory overtakes them both. oops!]

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[ beau just goes ahead and spills coffee on herself when she gets hit by the memory. when she comes out of it, she squints down at the spill, and then slowly brings her coffee up to sip from anyway.

to flayn: ] ... I didn't know you had a brother.

w3, saturday

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[flayn is scouring the camp for beau.

it doesn't matter how long it takes her to find her - she'll keep looking, even in the weather they're having. (luckily, someone seems to have intervened; by the time she does track beau down, she's been bundled up in yin yu's outer robe, which is way too big for her. it matches the scarf she was wearing at trial quite nicely.)

when she finally does find her - she hesitates, but only because she isn't sure how into the idea of company beau is right now.]

...Beau?

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[ she's out in front of the isolation cabin, because of course she is. and while she's not... against company, she's maybe not the best company herself, wrapped in a blanket and sitting outside.

she glances at flayn, and can't even really muster a smile. ]

Hey, Flayn.

w3, sunday

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[flayn isn't quite sure what she's expecting to find when she enters the entertainment room. but she hasn't been able to find beau anywhere else, so - maybe.

...sure enough, there she is. she lingers near the doorway as she shuts the door behind her, then clears her throat, not wanting to startle her.]

...Beau? Would you like some company?

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[ she's curled up on a beanbag chair, watching a movie! not closely, but. it's on. when she hears flayn, she doesn't look up or even move. ]

Sure. [ but she does answer. there's an open beanbag chair next to her! and she'll turn the volume down on the tv, even. ]

w5, monday

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[well!

here they are in the library. beau is already here; flayn has come to look for a book, intending to find something to pass the time so that she doesn't worry herself into a panic before 6pm hits.

(what if it goes wrong? what if--)]

Oh... Beau. Hello, again.

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[ beau's sprawled out on the ground, bleeding everywhere. her wounds are terrible. ]

-- Oh, hey, babe. [ beau says, pulling herself up and away from the book she's reading. it looks like it might be about auldrant, actually. ] You... look like you're about two seconds away from losing your shit. You okay? C'mere.

w5, saturday

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[flayn doesn't know whether she's sad, or mad, or just guilty. maybe all three.

anyway, when she gets a fair distance up into the mountains, she tries to channel some of what she's feeling into a swift kick to the trunk of a tree.

all she accomplishes is hurting her foot.]

Ow!

[hi beau.]

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Flayn.

[ STOP THAT oh my god. beau sounds so exasperated. not that she can talk, considering she's extra beat up, haha. she stumbles up the path after her. ]

Are you okay?