[not again] catchall for phoenix

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i'll do a properly pretentious visualosity later i just found this while i was looking and died of laughter

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[slobjection]

Do you wanna talk?

[ phoenix approacheth the blanketpile....... of flayn ]

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...

[she doesn't know if she wants to talk. but staying silent isn't helping, either. she nods once.]

I just... I cannot understand. Why them...?

[slobjection]

Can't say I really understand the rational for any of these murders, personally.

... Maybe the killers think they're sparing them, from the competition.

[fishingforcompliments]

...this does not feel like mercy.

[but maybe it feels that way because they're the ones left behind. maybe it is easier on the other side.]

[slobjection]

It doesn't, no.

I don't have a good answer for any of this.

[fishingforcompliments]

...

Was it like this, in the mansion?

[slobjection]

We had answers for most of the kills... it was the house itself, possessing people.

Don't know if that made it better or worse. Thinking about it now... maybe better.

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...at least, then, you knew that the killers were not in control of their own actions.

[if there really isn't any possession here, then...

someone chose this. deliberately. that's what makes it hurt most of all.]

[slobjection]

That's right.

... But I'm not sure coercion by inhumane competition is much better, mind you.

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I wish it would all just stop.

[she sounds so, so tired.]

[slobjection]

Think we all do, Flayn.

[ going to put his hand on top of what he thinks is her head... hard to tell under all these blankies. ]

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[hello her name is flayn and she is completely dead inside.

which is to say - as he manages to put his hand on her head - he'll get hit with a rush of feelings that are about as far from cheerful and determined as it's possible to be. she's been trying to keep her spirits up so they can keep going, but...

well, this week is hard.

there's a deep, pervading sense of loss, and guilt over not being able to save anyone, tinged with a bit of self-loathing. there's an intense sorrow, and... a consuming, inescapable fear and dread.

all of the people who are left alive are people she likes. any majority vote is going to be painful. no matter how tomorrow turns out, she's going to lose someone else that she cares about, again, and she's not ready for it.

she's not ready for it at all.]

[slobjection]

[ hey, they match!! there's a deep chasm of depression on phoenix's side, wrapped up the same kind of guilt, more than just a tinge of self-loathing, simmer righteous anger, fear, worry........ wrapped up in a very thin blanket of grim determination. ]

[ he ruffles her hair a bit under the blanket. ]

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[well, saturday is going to suck, we can say that conclusively now



anyway, after a few long moments, her voice somes out from under the blankets. it's tiny and a little weak-sounding.]

...thank you, for coming to check on me.

[slobjection]

[ should we have another pc..... ]

... Too bad I can't do anything more.

[fishingforcompliments]

[yes please........ unless you wanna wait until tomorrow. i'm flexible!!]

You are doing more than I am.

[he's actually going out and checking on people, although he surely has to be pained by zenitsu's loss, too.

her? she's wallowing in grief.]

[slobjection]

[ no let's do it!!!! before the next horrible thing tomorrow ]

Wouldn't say that. We all need some time with our feelings, I think.

[fishingforcompliments]

[VALID. yeet]

...be that as it may, we only have a limited amount of time.

[slobjection]

Still.. don't be so hard on yourself.

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...I just want to help, but I cannot even will myself to get out of bed.

[that's worth being hard on herself, she thinks.]

[slobjection]

Maybe all you need is a little tug.

[ offering out his hand. ]

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...

[hesitantly, she reaches out from the blanket to take his hand.]

[slobjection]

[ despite his easy smiles, there's still that strong undercurrent of depression, anger, and pain. ]

[ ... there's warmth, though. and hope. ]

If you wanna hop down, I can probably help you land.

[fishingforcompliments]

[...does she want to hop down? No, not really.

But she needs to. She knows that she needs to. So, she nods, and sheds the blankets so that he can help her down.]

[slobjection]

[ he will do so!! ]

Any ideas on where to head first? The kitchen, maybe?