[not again] catchall for natalie

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w0, sunday.

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[After they finish speaking to the people who accidentally brought them here and she's had a chance to head to her cabin for a while, Natalie is exploring around the entire camp. When she comes across the Director's Office and notices a certain someone inside playing with the rabbits, she leans against the doorway, looking towards Flayn.]

You seem like you're having fun.

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[She's had some time to calm down after seeing the profile and get changed - and honestly? These rabbits are quite nice. She's not going to try and take them, since they were all warned, but she can't say she isn't a little bit tempted.]

Petting them is very calming... it helps me to think. [She smiles faintly.] How are you doing?

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[She's in an oversized plaid shirt and black leggings, herself, and tilting her head as Flayn speaks.]

Well, nobody has started stabbing each other, so I'm doing okay. [CHEERFUL... She moves on, though.] You sure they're safe?

[She's... eyeing that note.]

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[That is always a plus.]

They are! So long as you do not try to take them out of here, they are very sweet. [She pats the ground next to her.] Would you like to pet one? I will hold it still for you.

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Ah - no, I'm good.

[Too soft for her, or something.]

So, what do you think?

w0, friday

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[WELL, A SWORD SURE IS DEAD.

Flayn is staring glumly at the bonfire, her head in her hands. It's frustrating that this is playing out just the way they'd all half-expected (or fully expected) it to - but it isn't as if they can change the past.

She catches sight of Natalie out of the corner of her eye and lifts her head.]

Oh... Natalie. [A beat.] ...this is not a surprise to any of us, is it?

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...Not really.

[But from her expression and voice, it seems like it doesn't make it any less infuriating for her. She's staring at the fire too, but her arms are crossed over her torso instead as she glares into the flames.]

But it's still... [Oh, she already knows this word.] Bullshit.

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It is complete bullshit.

[she's! so! mad! why did someone have to murder!!]

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People really couldn't just leave a good thing alone, couldn't they?

w1, thursday.

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[Once she catches sight of what's happened to the three of them, Natalie is approaching Flayn once the concerned crowd has mostly dissipated. After a few moments:]

What happened?

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...there were... strange rooms inside the cabin we broke into. There was a child in the first room, but we could hear others crying⁠—

Lili told us to go see what was wrong, so we did... we split up.

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[Probably not the best idea, she thinks, but it seems a little bit awful to come right out and say that. Anyways.]

What happened after you went different ways?

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Yin Yu and I went through a door... and suddenly, it seemed as though we were on the island again. Worse than that, though—

We had... forgotten. The camp, and Lili. We did not realize at first that it was not... right.

w1, saturday

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[flayn's got a fish in the fridge, though she doesn't have much of an appetite. still - it would be a waste not to use it, so she wanders back in here after the trial.

...only to blink in surprise when she sees that natalie has beaten her here.]

—Natalie?

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Hey.

[She looks her way, tilting her head.]

...How are you, uh - doing?

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[Her expression falls, and she shakes her head lightly.]

...to be truthful, not well, but I do not believe that any of us are.

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Yeah, probably not.

[...]

Bullshit again, huh?

w3, monday

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[hello natalie!!


...is what flayn would say if it weren't memshare week. but it is, and they've made eye contact, and memories are about to be a thing. which means it's time for natalie to meet a himbo through flayn's eyes. the memory will last for two minutes and twenty-five seconds.]

...ah.

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[There are a few different things she could say here. First, sounding very tired:]

Why is his shirt like that...

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[Hmmm. Good question.

Flayn considers it for a few moments.]

...because of his muscles, I suppose? He trains to improve his strength quite often. The shirt likely fit him properly when he first procured it...

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Please tell him to get a new one when you go home.

[She sounds so tired.]

w4, saturday

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[i'm going to be nice and not have flayn go too far for this one - she's on the opposite side of the mess hall, her back to the wall, crouched down with her face pressed to her knees and her arms wrapped around her legs.

she needs to pull herself together, she knows, but...

...well, the trial's over. she can take a moment. it's fine, isn't it?]

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[...Well, it's hard to miss that, and it's definitely concerning. She thinks about giving her space, but after a second and a sigh, she's heading over slowly, glancing down towards Flayn.]

Hey, uh...

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[she looks up briefly. her eyes are a little red.]

Ah - Natalie. I am sorry, um... [she loosens her arms from around her legs and rubs at her eyes.]

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[After a moment of surprise:]

What are you apologizing for...?