Hey, Ga~rry! [She laughs right after her airy little greeting before continuing] Hey, I want to go over to the North side of Haven today, but I want some company. Aren't you happy I've picked you? I'll take care of the tunnel part, obviously, so call me back when you're ready.
[And she hangs up, since it wasn't a question of whether he wants to go or not...]
[ shut up he's busy doing cool things like... taking care of little girls. ???
in any case, he's feeling some healthy uncertainty about this message - the tunnel was pretty unnerving last time, and that was with a big group of people, not just him and the friendly neighborhood vampire queen. Still, it didn't exactly sound like she was giving him a choice. And, well, who knows when the next time he'd get to to go the tunnel would be? So, after a minute of biting his lip and weighing the options, he calls her back. ]
[even though it's only been four, maybe five days since the start of this mess - since he had seen just about anyone outside of Oz and Alice - it feels like its been weeks. starvation and exhaustion has taken its toll on just about everyone and as loathe as he is to admit it, he's certainly no exception.
as his paranoia worsened and the stark divide between those with and without power grew more heavily contrasted, he had withdrawn himself from the other citizens of Haven on a whole, prioritizing keeping his two closest companions safe (even when his suspicion toward Alice, as a non-powered individual, had started to spark). he only leaves to collect wood for the fire that keeps them warm at night, which is exactly what he's doing currently.]
[ Garry was doing about the same. Or... he thinks he was, anyway. As of late, his thoughts were becoming increasingly difficult to pin down. He felt like he was in a filing room full of fans, and his thoughts were the papers, blowing about continually out of reach. He was just as likely to grasp one as he was to trip and fall in the process. There was something bad going on around with the others, he had gathered that much, but watching the videos on his phone made his head hurt. They felt bad. There were too many strangers there. Monsters with inhuman powers.
While most things were insufferably vague to him right now, there was one thing that was incredibly clear, and he wondered why he'd never made the connection before: the monsters. The people with powers. They were in the same category. That had been the case in the Gallery, hadn't it? Mary had been different, too - because she was one of them. Why didn't he notice? He knew this already, he'd done it before! And he'd trusted them anyway! Such an idiot...
If he could just... beat them, somehow, overcome them again, then he and Ib could go home safely, just like before...
Garry's nerves are already frayed to their ends; he hears a rustling noise nearby, and immediately leaps, staring about like a wild animal. ]
remember that not so subtle conversation about sweets they had way back when there was still a bullet lodged in your arm dear compadre? HE HAS NOT FORGOTTEN IT. in fact, he's been very adamant in trying to make something even with their limited ingredients. obviously this try and fail method has mostly resulted in hideous unpalatable monstrosities, which is why it's taken this long for him to show up with a neatly decorated box in hand. the sweet salvation of fresh ingredients...
Garry's been enjoying the (clearly a trap, but still fun) festivities, himself; it's fortunate that Gilbert actually catches him in his room. There's a faint 'just a moment' from inside, and then the man himself rushing over to open the door. There's a clip holding back his hair, and as he's not wearing his coat, the scar on his shoulder from the aforementioned bullet wound is visible. It doesn't look infected, at least...! Actually, it's weirdly well-healed already. ]
Hello? [ a pause of surprise in seeing Gilbert there, and then a somewhat awkward smile. ] Oh...! Gilbert! Goodness, I didn't know you were coming over! Please, come in.
[ It wasn't really surprising at all that her arrival would upset her so badly. Saya was the person she hated and loved the most, so of course it would cause some turmoil. She had been doing her best to just ignore it, but... Every time she heard a hint of her heartbeat, it managed to upset her all over again. She was worried. Maybe even scared. Because surely... Surely Saya would steal her happiness from her. It was all her stupid sister could do, because she was so ignorant to everything around her. That's how Diva saw it.
So it's with some anxiety that she calls one of the few people she had graced with the word "friend." Diva wanted to talk to him and... She wasn't really sure. All it could be was that she was afraid of being abandoned as yet another person loved dear, perfect Saya more than Diva. That's all it could be. ]
Hey, Garry, why didn't you pick up? I have something important to talk to you about!
[ excuse her, she gets rude when she's flustered ]
Um... Call me back. I really want to talk. If you don't, I'll come find you!
[ And she hangs up, like that's a perfectly normal thing to do... ]
[ things had been (relatively) quiet in Haven as of late, as far as he could tell - so he's surprised when he comes back to find an urgent message like that. What was she on about?
Concerned, Garry takes a seat on his bed, dialing her back. If it was something big enough to bother an immortal vampire queen, it had to be bad news, first of all... and, good-natured as he is, he's worried about her, too. ]
Diva? Sorry, I was out running an errand, and - is everything quite all right?
[ It's funny, in a way. If she hadn't decided to play in the tunnels as celebration, she wouldn't have needed to worry about this so soon. But she needed to eat. Exerting herself in the tunnel and then exhausting herself further that day with her fit had been something of a mistake. And really, she probably should have sought out her meal the next day, but she couldn't bring herself to do it.
After all, her meals had been simple before. She just went to Abel, who was happy to provide. So every time her hunger panged in her teeth, it brought with it the sense of loneliness and grief that she'd gotten used to. It had taken her a week to even truly consider what to do, but Diva knew her limits. It seemed like there weren't many people she could ask, but... He might agree, she figured.
Her voice is strange to him surely, though. It's soft and distant, devoid of any of the usual energy that was there. ]
Hey, Garry. Can I ask you a favor? Just call me back when you can.
[ for better or worse, Garry is blissfully oblivious of what Diva is going through right now - he hadn't seen her in a few days, but she was more than capable of taking care of herself, aside from her occasional self-destructive tendencies, so during downtime like this, he tended not to worry about her. He'd been more concerned about himself, because his body felt like it was full of lead for quite a while until he managed to get some sleep, after which it just went to being very sore from all the exertion.
Overall, though, things seemed to be okay. Ib was doing well enough, he was alive, and his friends hadn't suffered any permanent injuries - none that were physical, anyway. That's what he thought, at least, until he gets Diva's message.
He calls back as soon as he can, although he's rather dreading what he might be about to hear. It can't be anything good. ]
[Truth: Ciel debated sticking to audio because 1. that's her default and 2. THIS SUBJECT MATTER...
but she is Earnest, which is why ultimately, settles for video as a more frank approach.]
Hello?
[testing, testing... god, this won't be weird or get awkward at all now she's briefly wondering if he even remembers her, although she does, as that one delinquent who wanted cigarettes but is apparently also good at sewing. HORROR JAMJAR SELECTIVE MEMORIES...]
[ another unfamiliar face! Or... vaguely familiar face, actually. Garry squints at his phone as he picks up, clearly trying to place where he's seen this woman. ]
Er, hello... This is Garry. I-I'm sorry, but who are you?
[HEY GARRY I hope you're in 3.004 right now because Ib can't open the door with a cake in her arms. She taps the door with her foot a couple of times and waits patiently for someone to let her in.]
[ fortunately, he is!! because he's trying to catch up on some sleep debt... of course, the faint sounds of construction going on a floor below make that rather difficult, anyway, so he's hardly succeeding. In fact, he almost doesn't hear her tapping, but he's pretty sure he did, and Ib is out, so he (thankfully) goes to get the door. ]
-- Aha, I thought I heard you! [ pause as his gaze drifs to what's in her hands. ] Hm...? What's that? I-is that a cake?
[ Now, there is a problem with anyone calling Sharon cute. Namely, Break is a protective older not-quite-brother. But Break isn't the sort of person to just confront someone, oh no. That would be easy and completely unsatisfying. Also, it would be very uninteresting to watch.
As you go about your day, Garry, it's a perfectly normal day! At least, until you open a drawer, and there's a doll sitting there that may look familiar, since it was sitting on Break's shoulder. Just. You know. Smiling at you. But more disturbing than that, there's a message written in red in the drawer... ]
BE CAREFUL, MR. GARRY!!
[ (it's ketchup) ]
[ And as Garry runs away to pee himself, if he returns, the doll and message have mysteriously vanished... ]
[ now that he's got all this sewing to do, of course he's going about his day! And opening things like drawers to scrounge up the meager supplies he'd managed to collect over the past several months. However, he does not remember collecting this horrible awful blue doll oh my god why is that here
Naturally, Garry's immediate response is to screech incredibly loudly (sorry, roommates) before panicking, grabbing the doll and hurling it across the room. ]
-- Leave me alone already!!
[ and, indeed, he flees... straight outside to nervously smoke too many cigarettes until he can calm down and not return until way later... ]
[KNOCK KNOCK GURRY WHAT UP it is your friendly neighborhood nervous wreck...
normally he'd do the service of giving a phone call first, having realized a good few months back that such a thing is the polite way of going about social interactions in the future, but... well, nerves > politeness. NO WARNING FOR GARRY.]
[ shhh gilbert it's okay oz is just out fighting evil by moonlight...
Let it be known that Garry actually doesn't jump at the sudden knock! He does, however, look surprised to see Gilbert there. Usually he was the one looking for Gil, not the other way around. ]
-- Oh! Gilbert? This is a pleasant surprise...! [ he scratches at his hair a little self-consciously. ] What's up?
[ So while the event has been going on, it has been absolutely nothing of interest to Diva. As soon as there scientists had appeared, Diva had made herself relatively scarce. The last thing she wanted was to be cornered by doctors and scientists, to the point that the very thought brought up an uncomfortable whisper in her mind, more often than not.
So as Charles and Solomon are out for the day to torture an NPC, Diva opts for Garry's company instead. She's feeling anxious and nervous, so she would rather be around someone she trusts, and hopefully do something fun. It's a weak pretense for going to visit, but she doesn't quite want to admit that she wants company because she's a little scared.
There's a light knock on Garry's door. Who could it be!! ]
[ Funnily enough, Garry's reaction was pretty much the same. He'd ventured outside to find out what was going on and to check on his friends, but actually coming into contact with the scientists? No thank you. "Medicine" or not, he didn't trust anything that Yao wanted to give to them. If they got sick, it was probably - no, definitely - Yao's fault in the first in the first place. Instead, Garry's been inside keeping an eye on Ib and nervously watching the windows and doors. Just in case.
Which is why he has a minor heartache when he hears a knock at the door. When it opens, it will do so veeery slowly, and only enough for Garry's eye to peep through at first. ]
Oh... Diva! Phew... [ ah, there we go. complete door-opening action. ] I was worried you were one of those Yao fellows coming after me...
[ Scrolling through the pictures on the phone, it's easy to pick out Garry's and know that he has the right person. You don't forget a face after something like that, but it occurs to him that he doesn't even know his name. He doesn't know either of their names and they sure don't know his.
All he knows is Kite. That feels wrong somehow, like it's the wrong thing to take away from that horrific experience.
God, he doesn't even know how to start. "Hi it's the dude you watched get disemboweled." Yeah, no. ]
Hey. Um. I dunno your name, but I wanted to say thanks, for like, tryin' to help me out. Back there. I keep thinkin' about it, so I had to say something. And check if you're okay, you know, 'cause being the first one to -- [ a frustrated exhale. ] kick it, leaves a guy kinda curious.
[ But he sounds apologetic for drudging up shitty memories. God does he ever. ]
[ he's certainly been better, but by now, Garry's already suffered through the aftereffects of their little outing, died, and come back. On one hand, his eventual death was relatively painless; on the other hand, it's mostly because Kite had somehow drained his capacity to even understand pain by the time his body gave out. When he came to, he was disoriented, scared, and - more than anything - tired. Tired of a lot of things.
With so much on his mind, he'd almost forgotten about the other two that had been stuck with him back then, and it takes him a moment to place the voice. ]
Ah, y -- you?! [ he sounds surprised and uncertain. After all, he's not sure how to make this conversation more comfortable, either. As a result, he sort of... jumbles a whole lot replies together at once. ] It was nothing! I mean, anyone would have done the same, I'm sure, but - a-are you okay? I completely forgot... My apologies!
[ Normally, Sebastian would have called beforehand, but considering the static that was making such a thing very annoying, to say the very least... He decides to just go in person instead. So there's a light, even knock at Garry's door! ]
[ normally, when someone shows up unannounced looking for him, it's Diva. However, Diva doesn't even usually bother knocking first, so Garry's left just wondering who would be visiting now. When he opens the door, he looks tired, no doubt thanks to the fading red C on his cheek. ]
-- Oh! Sebastian! What a pleasant surprise. I, uh, didn't know you were coming... [ he probably looks kind of dumpy, and he immediately feels self-conscious. DON'T JUDGE HIM, SEABASS... ]
[ Even though she had gone in for retraining the first time things had been weird and it had helped, now there were even more of those strange thoughts coming into her head. She hadn't made the connection between the whole town being called in for their vitamins and more of these thoughts returning after, but it didn't matter. Though things had briefly returned to normal again after the first time she'd gone back with her happily resuming the role of the doting wife, now that dark moodiness had returned in full.
She would go through the motions of her day, but it always seemed like her thoughts were elsewhere. When no one was around to see it, she would sit by the window for hours at a time, just staring out blankly as she sifted through all of these thoughts.
Diva can remember things that are terrible, enough to make her sick. She can remember living in a tiny, stone room for what seemed like forever, hungry and hurting all the time. There are two men there, and both of them tear her apart, but she never cries or screams, even though she can remember the feeling of hands inside her stomach and pushing aside some organs to look at others. The first time she had one of these thoughts, she had gotten sick, but there were so many of them that even if they made her stomach churn, she was getting used to them.
These images don't belong to her.
For every thought that seems out of place, of going to palaces and parading as a princess to a girl that looks so much like her, but with red eyes, she tries to think about other ones instead. She remembers meeting Garry, that silly blind date, and everything she had dragged him along to after that. She remembers their wedding and how happy she had been, because she was finally getting her dream of a family. She can even remember her despair when the doctor had told her that she wouldn't have children on her own, so that they should look into adoption instead.
That's not her...
Both of them feel so real, and they're intermingling in a way that she's frightened of. Which one is real? These patchy thoughts, like half-remembered dreams, where she's covered in blood that's not her own? Or is it what's around her now, where she's lived comfortably and happily her whole life? She wants it to be the latter. She wants that so badly that it's almost painful, because that girl in those fragmented memories, she's a monster.
Those thoughts are running on repeat, over and over again, so she's distracted. It's her turn to cook dinner, since there are at least a few things she can do (She thinks—When did she learn to do this?). She's chopping up vegetables, but she's too distracted, and she doesn't even notice when her finger is where it shouldn't be, and she slice off a part of her finger. There's not even pain to alert her to it, because she can't feel it at all.
[ thanks to the relative shortage of vitamins, Garry's not doing as well as he could be, either; naturally, he makes sure that Sieglinde gets the lion's share of their medication. Her health comes first. It's resulted in sporadic nightmares during the night and odd feelings of disconnect during the day, but nothing worse yet. They were nothing more than disconcerting. He's so thankful to Yao for keeping this irritating mental block away; with any luck, they'd restock their vitamins soon.
Either way, he's surely not doing as badly as Diva is.
Ever since that first day when she'd come to see him at school, something's been wrong. True, things had briefly gotten better when she went in for retraining, and he was happy for that. Of course Yao could fix it! If anything was wrong, he could rely on them - so he believed. But then her fugue came back, and worse than before. To him, who had lived with her for so many years (hadn't he?), the difference in her demeanor was obvious. The far-away look in her eyes; the way she seemed jumpier than usual, or anxious, or something. It was enough to almost make him sick. Garry's stuck by her side like a loyal dog the past few days, even taking a bit of time off of work again. They needed the money, but her health mattered more.
That's why he's there to see her slice into her hand. His face pales immediately at the blood, and he cries out. ]
D-Diva!! Your finger! Oh, goodness, let me get some paper towels--!!
[it took oz longer than he would have liked to finally pick up the phone and make the call, but he needed the time to recover -- physically, mentally, emotionally. to take in the people he had escaped with and the ones he failed to rescue. to see if he had lost more than one person back in that prison. but as it stands, it's one person's loss that stands out clearly in his mind. the only reason he isn't beating himself up more about Ib is because he knows that there's someone who'd feel even worse than him.]
[which is why he presses Garry's picture on his contact list and calls him, waiting.]
[ It was a good idea for him to wait a few days, even if it wasn't on purpose; thanks to Diva and his other friends, Garry's managed to hang on to some semblance of his usual self and come back a bit. He's surprised to see Oz's face on his phone, but not in any bad way. ]
Hello, this is Garry. Oz...? [ clearly, he's trying to sound like his normal self, but he still sounds exhausted and a little out of it. ]
Sebastian is always busy, because it's just how he prefers to be, but as such, he had put a few things to the side that were important, but he had also wished for the dust to settle, so to speak. But after tending to Sieglinde as she made her broadcast and carefully listening to the conversations, he realized that perhaps he shouldn't have waited so long.
Ah, well.
It would be an easy enough problem to fix, he assumed. He was clever and confident, so it wouldn't be too bad of an issue to smooth over. An easy smile, a kind gift, and perhaps a bit of persuasion if he must, but he would really rather not. Regardless, it's early afternoon when there comes a knock at Garry's door, and Sebastian stands there as polished and put-together as ever with a small parcel in hand. ]
[ if Garry looked half as polished as Sebastian, that would be nice. But no, he looks thin and tired as he opens the door, worse than before, although better than he had been at the start of the month by a longshot. There are people who come to see him fairly often - Diva, of course, being the number one visitor - and so, he'd assumed it was one of them.
When he sees it's Sebastian, however, his slight smile falls, and his face becomes much more wary, brow settling into something akin to disapproval. ]
[ he answers in a rush, sounding intensely worried by now. She hadn't disappeared from the phones, so that worry, at least, was out of his mind - but it hardly comforted him. Sebastian couldn't be trusted. He said he wouldn't hurt her, but he didn't know how far he believed that. ]
You're okay... thank goodness. A-are you hurt? How do you feel?
[ After Tsukiyama's less than glamorous (and in fact, rather strange) trip to Haven North, he had made sure to pick up a few things in particular. On one hand, it was to give himself something to do, and perhaps have company for his hobby, but on the other... Well, he would be lying to say that he didn't like having people endeared to him or in his debt.
When Garry is in his room, there's a light tap at his doorway, polite and gentle, and Tsukiyama stands there with a friendly smile. He has a bag in hand, but there's nothing special about the bag itself. ]
[ is he ever busy in Haven? Answer: no. At best, he's doing something boring but necessary to try and kill some time, and at worst, he's doing absolutely nothing. The latter would be the case right now; he's staring off at the bottom of the bunk above his and letting his mind wander off.
Of course, once he hears a knock, he's quick to snap to his feet, narrowly avoiding a collision between his head and the bedframe. ]
Oh, Tsukiyama! No, I'm not busy at all... What's the matter?
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Hey, Ga~rry! [She laughs right after her airy little greeting before continuing] Hey, I want to go over to the North side of Haven today, but I want some company. Aren't you happy I've picked you? I'll take care of the tunnel part, obviously, so call me back when you're ready.
[And she hangs up, since it wasn't a question of whether he wants to go or not...]
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in any case, he's feeling some healthy uncertainty about this message - the tunnel was pretty unnerving last time, and that was with a big group of people, not just him and the friendly neighborhood vampire queen. Still, it didn't exactly sound like she was giving him a choice. And, well, who knows when the next time he'd get to to go the tunnel would be? So, after a minute of biting his lip and weighing the options, he calls her back. ]
Uh... Hello, Diva? This is Garry.
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keikaku doori
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I'M SORRY FOR EDITING THIS LIKE 3 HOURS LATER i was at anime club
It's ok I have been too drunk to rp anyways...
you crazy kids!!
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SOMETIME NEAR EVENT END i'm too lazy for this
as his paranoia worsened and the stark divide between those with and without power grew more heavily contrasted, he had withdrawn himself from the other citizens of Haven on a whole, prioritizing keeping his two closest companions safe (even when his suspicion toward Alice, as a non-powered individual, had started to spark). he only leaves to collect wood for the fire that keeps them warm at night, which is exactly what he's doing currently.]
kicks your butt into gear
While most things were insufferably vague to him right now, there was one thing that was incredibly clear, and he wondered why he'd never made the connection before: the monsters. The people with powers. They were in the same category. That had been the case in the Gallery, hadn't it? Mary had been different, too - because she was one of them. Why didn't he notice? He knew this already, he'd done it before! And he'd trusted them anyway! Such an idiot...
If he could just... beat them, somehow, overcome them again, then he and Ib could go home safely, just like before...
Garry's nerves are already frayed to their ends; he hears a rustling noise nearby, and immediately leaps, staring about like a wild animal. ]
W-who's there?!
LAZILY GETS A DONUT
THAT'S NOT WORK
NO BUT IT'S MOVEMENT kind of
the donuts cancel out the movement, it's like jogging to a mcdonalds!!
don't be blasphemous u fool it will definitely work
dubious glance
dubious flips into the ocean
dubious shaking head and walking into the distance
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sometime after the event where things were all nice......
remember that not so subtle conversation about sweets they had way back when there was still a bullet lodged in your arm dear compadre? HE HAS NOT FORGOTTEN IT. in fact, he's been very adamant in trying to make something even with their limited ingredients. obviously this try and fail method has mostly resulted in hideous unpalatable monstrosities, which is why it's taken this long for him to show up with a neatly decorated box in hand. the sweet salvation of fresh ingredients...
KNOCK KNOCK.]
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Garry's been enjoying the (clearly a trap, but still fun) festivities, himself; it's fortunate that Gilbert actually catches him in his room. There's a faint 'just a moment' from inside, and then the man himself rushing over to open the door. There's a clip holding back his hair, and as he's not wearing his coat, the scar on his shoulder from the aforementioned bullet wound is visible. It doesn't look infected, at least...! Actually, it's weirdly well-healed already. ]
Hello? [ a pause of surprise in seeing Gilbert there, and then a somewhat awkward smile. ] Oh...! Gilbert! Goodness, I didn't know you were coming over! Please, come in.
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*to let Gilbert in... PAST TYPOS
smh...
don't you judge me
it's too late the judgment has begun
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even that icon was judgmental
gilbert is judging me too...
you are in the ninth ring of hell the ring of eternal judgment
OH NOW IT'S ETERNAL...
AREN'T YOU EXCITED
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So it's with some anxiety that she calls one of the few people she had graced with the word "friend." Diva wanted to talk to him and... She wasn't really sure. All it could be was that she was afraid of being abandoned as yet another person loved dear, perfect Saya more than Diva. That's all it could be. ]
Hey, Garry, why didn't you pick up? I have something important to talk to you about!
[ excuse her, she gets rude when she's flustered ]
Um... Call me back. I really want to talk. If you don't, I'll come find you!
[ And she hangs up, like that's a perfectly normal thing to do... ]
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Concerned, Garry takes a seat on his bed, dialing her back. If it was something big enough to bother an immortal vampire queen, it had to be bad news, first of all... and, good-natured as he is, he's worried about her, too. ]
Diva? Sorry, I was out running an errand, and - is everything quite all right?
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After all, her meals had been simple before. She just went to Abel, who was happy to provide. So every time her hunger panged in her teeth, it brought with it the sense of loneliness and grief that she'd gotten used to. It had taken her a week to even truly consider what to do, but Diva knew her limits. It seemed like there weren't many people she could ask, but... He might agree, she figured.
Her voice is strange to him surely, though. It's soft and distant, devoid of any of the usual energy that was there. ]
Hey, Garry. Can I ask you a favor? Just call me back when you can.
voice relatively today it is
Overall, though, things seemed to be okay. Ib was doing well enough, he was alive, and his friends hadn't suffered any permanent injuries - none that were physical, anyway. That's what he thought, at least, until he gets Diva's message.
He calls back as soon as he can, although he's rather dreading what he might be about to hear. It can't be anything good. ]
Diva? It's me, Garry... What's wrong?
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HAHA maybe that's what chiropterans really are who knows
saya and diva are like vash and knives... except vampires
i forgot what our headers were so i was really confused at first
i'll just start putting random things here to confuse you!!
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video; bowls in as promised
but she is Earnest, which is why ultimately, settles for video as a more frank approach.]
Hello?
[testing, testing... god,
this won't be weird or get awkward at allnow she's briefly wondering if he even remembers her, although she does, as that one delinquent who wanted cigarettes but is apparently also good at sewing. HORROR JAMJAR SELECTIVE MEMORIES...]video; receives with open arms!!
Er, hello... This is Garry. I-I'm sorry, but who are you?
thank u i will make myself comfortable
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puts this here now that Diva's thread is wrapped up
not quite but CLOSE ENOUGH!!
-- Aha, I thought I heard you! [ pause as his gaze drifs to what's in her hands. ] Hm...? What's that? I-is that a cake?
NO I MEANT MINE WITH HER lmao I needed to see how it ended before I did this
OH... DURR
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[ Now, there is a problem with anyone calling Sharon cute. Namely, Break is a protective older not-quite-brother. But Break isn't the sort of person to just confront someone, oh no. That would be easy and completely unsatisfying. Also, it would be very uninteresting to watch.
As you go about your day, Garry, it's a perfectly normal day! At least, until you open a drawer, and there's a doll sitting there that may look familiar, since it was sitting on Break's shoulder. Just. You know. Smiling at you. But more disturbing than that, there's a message written in red in the drawer... ]
BE CAREFUL, MR. GARRY!!
[ (it's ketchup) ]
[ And as Garry runs away to pee himself, if he returns, the doll and message have mysteriously vanished... ]
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Naturally, Garry's immediate response is to screech incredibly loudly (sorry, roommates) before panicking, grabbing the doll and hurling it across the room. ]
-- Leave me alone already!!
[ and, indeed, he flees... straight outside to nervously smoke too many cigarettes until he can calm down and not return until way later... ]
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normally he'd do the service of giving a phone call first, having realized a good few months back that such a thing is the polite way of going about social interactions in the future, but... well, nerves > politeness. NO WARNING FOR GARRY.]
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Let it be known that Garry actually doesn't jump at the sudden knock! He does, however, look surprised to see Gilbert there. Usually he was the one looking for Gil, not the other way around. ]
-- Oh! Gilbert? This is a pleasant surprise...! [ he scratches at his hair a little self-consciously. ] What's up?
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action - let's say this was yesterday
So as Charles and Solomon are out for the day to torture an NPC, Diva opts for Garry's company instead. She's feeling anxious and nervous, so she would rather be around someone she trusts, and hopefully do something fun. It's a weak pretense for going to visit, but she doesn't quite want to admit that she wants company because she's a little scared.
There's a light knock on Garry's door. Who could it be!! ]
hehe
Which is why he has a minor heartache when he hears a knock at the door. When it opens, it will do so veeery slowly, and only enough for Garry's eye to peep through at first. ]
Oh... Diva! Phew... [ ah, there we go. complete door-opening action. ] I was worried you were one of those Yao fellows coming after me...
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All he knows is Kite. That feels wrong somehow, like it's the wrong thing to take away from that horrific experience.
God, he doesn't even know how to start. "Hi it's the dude you watched get disemboweled." Yeah, no. ]
Hey. Um. I dunno your name, but I wanted to say thanks, for like, tryin' to help me out. Back there. I keep thinkin' about it, so I had to say something. And check if you're okay, you know, 'cause being the first one to -- [ a frustrated exhale. ] kick it, leaves a guy kinda curious.
[ But he sounds apologetic for drudging up shitty memories. God does he ever. ]
So, how you holdin' up?
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Ah, y -- you?! [ he sounds surprised and uncertain. After all, he's not sure how to make this conversation more comfortable, either. As a result, he sort of... jumbles a whole lot replies together at once. ] It was nothing! I mean, anyone would have done the same, I'm sure, but - a-are you okay? I completely forgot... My apologies!
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-- Oh! Sebastian! What a pleasant surprise. I, uh, didn't know you were coming... [ he probably looks kind of dumpy, and he immediately feels self-conscious. DON'T JUDGE HIM, SEABASS... ]
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NOT LIKE THAT!!!!!!
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action, after the npc post with vitamins
She would go through the motions of her day, but it always seemed like her thoughts were elsewhere. When no one was around to see it, she would sit by the window for hours at a time, just staring out blankly as she sifted through all of these thoughts.
Diva can remember things that are terrible, enough to make her sick. She can remember living in a tiny, stone room for what seemed like forever, hungry and hurting all the time. There are two men there, and both of them tear her apart, but she never cries or screams, even though she can remember the feeling of hands inside her stomach and pushing aside some organs to look at others. The first time she had one of these thoughts, she had gotten sick, but there were so many of them that even if they made her stomach churn, she was getting used to them.
These images don't belong to her.
For every thought that seems out of place, of going to palaces and parading as a princess to a girl that looks so much like her, but with red eyes, she tries to think about other ones instead. She remembers meeting Garry, that silly blind date, and everything she had dragged him along to after that. She remembers their wedding and how happy she had been, because she was finally getting her dream of a family. She can even remember her despair when the doctor had told her that she wouldn't have children on her own, so that they should look into adoption instead.
That's not her...
Both of them feel so real, and they're intermingling in a way that she's frightened of. Which one is real? These patchy thoughts, like half-remembered dreams, where she's covered in blood that's not her own? Or is it what's around her now, where she's lived comfortably and happily her whole life? She wants it to be the latter. She wants that so badly that it's almost painful, because that girl in those fragmented memories, she's a monster.
Those thoughts are running on repeat, over and over again, so she's distracted. It's her turn to cook dinner, since there are at least a few things she can do (She thinks—When did she learn to do this?). She's chopping up vegetables, but she's too distracted, and she doesn't even notice when her finger is where it shouldn't be, and she slice off a part of her finger. There's not even pain to alert her to it, because she can't feel it at all.
However, Garry might notice, at least. ]
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Either way, he's surely not doing as badly as Diva is.
Ever since that first day when she'd come to see him at school, something's been wrong. True, things had briefly gotten better when she went in for retraining, and he was happy for that. Of course Yao could fix it! If anything was wrong, he could rely on them - so he believed. But then her fugue came back, and worse than before. To him, who had lived with her for so many years (hadn't he?), the difference in her demeanor was obvious. The far-away look in her eyes; the way she seemed jumpier than usual, or anxious, or something. It was enough to almost make him sick. Garry's stuck by her side like a loyal dog the past few days, even taking a bit of time off of work again. They needed the money, but her health mattered more.
That's why he's there to see her slice into her hand. His face pales immediately at the blood, and he cries out. ]
D-Diva!! Your finger! Oh, goodness, let me get some paper towels--!!
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audio; BACKDATED to after that event... a few days after
[it took oz longer than he would have liked to finally pick up the phone and make the call, but he needed the time to recover -- physically, mentally, emotionally. to take in the people he had escaped with and the ones he failed to rescue. to see if he had lost more than one person back in that prison. but as it stands, it's one person's loss that stands out clearly in his mind. the only reason he isn't beating himself up more about Ib is because he knows that there's someone who'd feel even worse than him.]
[which is why he presses Garry's picture on his contact list and calls him, waiting.]
ozu...
Hello, this is Garry. Oz...? [ clearly, he's trying to sound like his normal self, but he still sounds exhausted and a little out of it. ]
garrybb
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Sebastian is always busy, because it's just how he prefers to be, but as such, he had put a few things to the side that were important, but he had also wished for the dust to settle, so to speak. But after tending to Sieglinde as she made her broadcast and carefully listening to the conversations, he realized that perhaps he shouldn't have waited so long.
Ah, well.
It would be an easy enough problem to fix, he assumed. He was clever and confident, so it wouldn't be too bad of an issue to smooth over. An easy smile, a kind gift, and perhaps a bit of persuasion if he must, but he would really rather not. Regardless, it's early afternoon when there comes a knock at Garry's door, and Sebastian stands there as polished and put-together as ever with a small parcel in hand. ]
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When he sees it's Sebastian, however, his slight smile falls, and his face becomes much more wary, brow settling into something akin to disapproval. ]
... Sebastian? What are you doing here?
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i totally meant *to you but i'll roll with it wHOOPS
FLKSM I CAN CHANGE IT IF YOU WANT...
we coo
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- Garry? I apologize for not returning your message until now.
[The original question, was she alright? goes unanswered]
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[ he answers in a rush, sounding intensely worried by now. She hadn't disappeared from the phones, so that worry, at least, was out of his mind - but it hardly comforted him. Sebastian couldn't be trusted. He said he wouldn't hurt her, but he didn't know how far he believed that. ]
You're okay... thank goodness. A-are you hurt? How do you feel?
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action backdated to before the deluge
When Garry is in his room, there's a light tap at his doorway, polite and gentle, and Tsukiyama stands there with a friendly smile. He has a bag in hand, but there's nothing special about the bag itself. ]
Garry? Are you busy?
you da man tsukiyama
Of course, once he hears a knock, he's quick to snap to his feet, narrowly avoiding a collision between his head and the bedframe. ]
Oh, Tsukiyama! No, I'm not busy at all... What's the matter?
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returns triumphantly
there she is miss america
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