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week 0, friday night

[bisouled]

[ unsurprisingly, Fiora's feeling kind of restless after all that. She doesn't come down into the common room from her quarters - rather, she walks in from the outside, evidently having been off somewhere. ]

Oh, Ange. Hello again. [ a small, apologetic smile. ] ... How are you holding up?

[lecarre]

[Ange... is also feeling very restless after that. Restless and sad and a little numb, as if she has no idea what to do with herself.

Who would, after all of that...?]

Miss Fiora... [Her voice trembles. She clears her throat and tries again.] ... I, um... I think I am still processing.

Yourself?

[bisouled]

[ it's not the first time she's had to deal with sudden deaths, so she's not as broken up as she could be. It's depressing when she thinks about it. ]

I know. I really wasn't expecting this... Maybe I should have. This was suspicious right from the start. [ she shakes her head. ] But I'm okay.

[lecarre]

... How could any of us have expected this...?

[Fiora your life???]

It is too horrifying to contemplate...! [...] And... yet somehow... it happened.

[bisouled]

[ she nods in agreement. ]

I know, [ she repeats. ] We've got to talk to those six again.

[lecarre]

... Do you think they know anything? I truly believed them when it seemed as though they wanted to help us.

[bisouled]

I believed them, too, but now I'm not so sure. It would be so easy for them to lie to us about all this.

[lecarre]

... It would. I... didn't want to believe they could be capable of lying, but now I do not know what to believe.

But if they are... we still have no way to get out and go home.

[bisouled]

That's not it, [ Fiora answers, with confidence that might be surprising. ] All that would mean is that we have to find our way out on our own. But... I think we should talk to them again, first. When we can.

[ she already tried and failed earlier. ]

week 1, sunday

[lecarre]

[Going out to the woods to get some air and have some time alone seemed like the logical choice after That Mess--which is why Ange is a little surprised to stumble across a familiar face.

But.

She only hesitates a moment before she shakes her head. Being alone is overrated, so she lifts a hand in a wave.]

Miss Fiora...!

[bisouled]

Oh - Ange?

[ it's very obvious Fiora wasn't expecting to see anyone else out here - why should she have? Surprise is written clearly on her expression. ]

What are you doing way out here? It might be dangerous.

[lecarre]

[... she looks around herself as if it's the first time she's noticing how deeply in she is.]

...Ah.

[AH....]

Um... oops.

[bisouled]

Oops?

[ surprise is quickly turning to concern. ]

Don't tell me you forgot what you were doing?

[ THE NOVA IS LEAVING SO FAST ]

[lecarre]

Ah...! No, no, nothing like that!

[She holds up her hands immediately.]

I came out here to take a breather... I just hadn't realized how far out I'd come. That's all.

[bisouled]

[ she clicks her tongue, but it's gentle concern rather than scolding. Scolding comes later in the social link. ]

You've got to be careful. It's not safe around here - especially if you haven't got a way to defend yourself.

[ ange looks very delicate and non-combative, so Fiora makes an assumption. ]

[lecarre]

[honestly fiora's assumption is valid and she is valid.]

You're right... the last thing I want to do is cause any more trouble for everyone, considering everything...

[A sigh.]

But then... what are you doing out here, Miss Fiora?

[bisouled]

It's okay. You ran into me, so you're safe now.

[ if she's confident in anything other than her cooking, it's her sword arm. But... ]

Erm... Letting off steam, I guess? [ she sounds a bit awkward. ] I felt so frustrated, watching all that happen and not being able to do anything about it... I thought I'd try and look for a way out again. I thought there might be a generator powering this barrier somewhere.

week 3, saturday

[lecarre]

[Hey Fiora!!

Ange is here, knocking on your room door quietly.

She looks pretty downcast, but determined too.

Knock knock.]

Re: week 3, saturday

[bisouled]

[ knocking without saying anything... daring. Fiora's a bit wary - at least, it appears that way, given by how she slowly cracks the door open - but when she sees it's Ange, she relaxes, putting on a smile and opening the door fully. ]

Oh, Ange! Did you need me for something?

[ though she's upbeat, it's very obvious that she's exhausted just from her face; she's just pushing through it. ]

[lecarre]

[Ange offers her a weak smile. Uh she's still blind and I almost forgot but somehow she got here, don't ask me questions.]

... Do you mind if we talk for a bit? It isn't anything serious, but, um... I wanted to see you.

[bisouled]

[ I ALSO FORGOT SHE WAS BLIND haha "i wanted to see you" ]

Sure. Um, watch your step - there's some roots right in the doorway, and they already tripped me enough this week. Here, take my hand.

[ she's holding it out towards her, hoping it'll be easy enough to find even without eyesight. ]

[lecarre]

Oh... yes, thank you...!

[Ange will take that hand, thus forestalling any falling on her face.

What a blessing.]

Thank you, Miss Fiora. I hope I am not disturbing you...

[bisouled]

Not at all. I'm just sitting around waiting to fall asleep, really, but there's a lot on my mind.

[ her hand is cold, but her grip is gentle! she guides Ange over to a relatively flat stump that she and Izumo use interchangeably as a table or a chair, depending on the situation - right now, there's nothing on it, so it's a chair. ]

How are you feeling?

[lecarre]

[No blaming her for that, honestly... Ange sits carefully, and then breathes a soft sigh of relief.

VISION COME BACK...]

I am... I suppose I am processing... But I wanted to ask you that, actually. It was, um... everything was a lot today.

[bisouled]

[ at that, she smiles wryly. tiredly. ]

It sure was. But... it's like this every week. I'd like to say I'm getting used to it, but I think I'm more getting fed up with it.