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[First day of Week Two! I am here with late week maze run fallout because why would I not inflict tangential terrors on my bestest buddy.
He's not sure how long it took him to stagger back from the arcade. Hours? It was probably hours. He shuffles into the estate, grateful for the banister that let him pull himself up the stairs, the stone he can brace his hand to. Vision darkening again, he keeps his hand pressed to that wall, using it to guide himself down the hallway to the many bedrooms in the back. Repeated bouts of rising salt water dog his every step, but he stops only when his lungs feel full, another spray of salt water forcefully ejecting itself from his throat. He can't... He'll clean up the mess later...
Let's see. His door was one, two... five... This one. He traces the numbers etched into the front just to make sure. Yep. His. Finally.
He hopes Siffrin isn't in. If he can just... make it to the bed before they get back, he can probably sleep this off. With a great heave, he pushes his way inside.]
[ It's not that alarming for the pair to go their ways. Do some exploration, chatting with people if they aren't grouped together for long. Ultimately, in the end, they always end up back to their shared room. Though.. Siffrin had been expecting Isabeau to be back before them.
Which is why he's surprised when he eventually returns to the room to find it empty. Well, "empty." But one cat in particular has made itself right at home in this room already. A cute darkless cat, with lightless markings on its muzzle in shape of what could be pointed out as a mustache.
Mr. Whiskers, Siffrin jokingly named, is currently curled up on the bed, purring away as it sleeps. Siffrin just staring off at the ceiling from where he's laying down until hearing the sound of the door. Sitting up, turning a bit so their good eye can see a bit more. ]
[Imagine a man who slept through the entirety of four bodies being discovered and Siffrin being missing for a day. Imagine being that guy.*
(*Isabeau is that guy.)
He's wandering the hall of the estate when he hears several steps that are somehow both deliberate and hesitant. Like someone stepping too hard, surprised to find the floor as close as it is to their foot. Isabeau follows the awkward clacking sound to its source- and is immediately accosted by the most confusing and alarming sight he's seen here thus far.]
Siffrin??
[Weird clothes! Far less grace than usual! Both eyes closed!
...both eyes closed...
Several things click into place for Isabeau, and he throws out the rest of his questions in order to rush to their side. He takes up their hand without hesitation, already braced for whatever way he might have startled them.]
Sif! You...
[He lets out a huff of breath that's more worry than fondness.]
[ The ooc funny consequences of family time while ic family is off dying on an adventure for a day.
The sound of their name comes through amidst their blind trailing of the halls, using their gloved hand to glide over the wall to keep them from being entirely lost. But a memory comes in at the sound of that voice - almost tripping on their own foot.
Their other hand grips their eyepatch tightly, the poor piece slipping off with their trip into the healing waters earlier and obviously not being in the state to be able to put it back on. If only to cover the sharp slash scarring over their regular dead eye. And though their normally fine eye doesn't look remotely damaged, it does stay just as closed.
As soon as their hand gets taken up, the recoil is a hard one. More than a simple startle as they yank that hand and their body away, side-stepping right into a nearby side table and cursing under their breath. Stupid blinding tables - ]
..Isa? [ It was.. a surprise to not hear Isabeau earlier, with the larger group before. None mention of him, and Siffrin feeling like just.. maybe. Just maybe, he had imagined him here this whole time. But as brief as that touch was, it felt solid. ]
S-sorry, I... [ A quick exhale, lips naturally falling into their easy practiced smiles. ] I'm fine. ..Healed as much as I could just.
[ ..Well, struggling to find their way back but at the offer of help they just go quiet. Such a burden. Useless. Can't even remember the path back to the room. How many times have they come through these halls to said room everyday? Head dips, but straining their hearing on the chance Isabeau moves away to follow. ]
[it is late at night and sorry if siffrin was sleeping like a normal person because out in the hallway they might wake up to what sounds like a crash and a human ACK!]
[ Siffrin who doesn't sleep until like 2am or something...
which means their door is quietly opening, Siffrin peeking out before slipping out of the room to not wake Isabeau up. After closing the door and looking around - ] ..Hello?
MERRY 🎄🎅 FUCKING 🎁 CHRISTMAS 🎉 YOU HO-HO-HO! 😜 MAY YOUR 🎊 DAYS BE 🎶 MERRY ✨ AND BRIGHT☀️ AND YOUR 🍪 COOKIES NEVER 🍩 RUN OUT! I 👏🏼👏🏼 THANK 🎅 THE ICEFIELD MESSENGER FOR PUTTING 🎁 YOU ON HIS 🎄"NICE" LIST, EVEN THOUGH WE KNOW YOU'RE A BIT 😈 "NAUGHTY" SOMETIMES. YOU ARE THE ❄️ MOST PERFECTLY GIFT-WRAPPED 🎁 DISASTER 🔥 THIS HOLIDAY SEASON HAS EVER SEEN! 🕵️♂️💫 NOW GO GET YOURSELF 🍷🎂 SOME EGGNOG, 🛷 CRANK UP THAT ALIVE UNTIL SUNSET 🎤, AND MAKE IT A 💃 SEASON TO 🎊 SLAY ✨! YOU DESERVE A 🎉 HOLIDAY FULL OF PRESENTS 🎁, GOOD VIBES 💌, AND ALL THE 🍑 YOU CAN HANDLE!
SEND THIS TO 🔟 OF YOUR BADDEST SINNERS 💁🏼💁🏾 IF YOU GET 0️⃣ BACK, YOU'RE UP NEXT FOR THE CAGE 🚓🚫! IF YOU GET 🔟 BACK YOU BETTER BE READY FOR PAPÁ NOEL'S HOT ♨️ CARAJILLO ☕️
LOVE ❤️ YOU, YOU SLEIGH-RIDING🎄 ELF-ASS SINNER! 💋 MAY YOUR HOLIDAYS NEVER ❌ BE BASIC! TURN UP 🔝 AND HAVE A VERY LIT 🔥CHRISTMAS! 🎉🎅
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instead, Reirin is somewhere in the arcadia garden, and perks up when she sees Siffrin,]
You look absolutely.. radish-ing...!
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Do I look like a radish? Unbeleafable.
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He's not sure how long it took him to stagger back from the arcade. Hours? It was probably hours. He shuffles into the estate, grateful for the banister that let him pull himself up the stairs, the stone he can brace his hand to. Vision darkening again, he keeps his hand pressed to that wall, using it to guide himself down the hallway to the many bedrooms in the back. Repeated bouts of rising salt water dog his every step, but he stops only when his lungs feel full, another spray of salt water forcefully ejecting itself from his throat. He can't... He'll clean up the mess later...
Let's see. His door was one, two... five... This one. He traces the numbers etched into the front just to make sure. Yep. His. Finally.
He hopes Siffrin isn't in. If he can just... make it to the bed before they get back, he can probably sleep this off. With a great heave, he pushes his way inside.]
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Which is why he's surprised when he eventually returns to the room to find it empty. Well, "empty." But one cat in particular has made itself right at home in this room already. A cute darkless cat, with lightless markings on its muzzle in shape of what could be pointed out as a mustache.
Mr. Whiskers, Siffrin jokingly named, is currently curled up on the bed, purring away as it sleeps. Siffrin just staring off at the ceiling from where he's laying down until hearing the sound of the door. Sitting up, turning a bit so their good eye can see a bit more. ]
..Isa? [ Sorry buddy, they are in fact in. ]
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sits in garden with the cats... cotton eyed Joe do you remember me. ]
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Unless they want to risk running into more things, staying put.. aka they're just in the garden laying on the floor. ]
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Siffrin is just becoming one with the garden's dirt... aka laying down, back in their normal clothes and not looking like a bloody mess yay. ]
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(*Isabeau is that guy.)
He's wandering the hall of the estate when he hears several steps that are somehow both deliberate and hesitant. Like someone stepping too hard, surprised to find the floor as close as it is to their foot. Isabeau follows the awkward clacking sound to its source- and is immediately accosted by the most confusing and alarming sight he's seen here thus far.]
Siffrin??
[Weird clothes! Far less grace than usual! Both eyes closed!
...both eyes closed...
Several things click into place for Isabeau, and he throws out the rest of his questions in order to rush to their side. He takes up their hand without hesitation, already braced for whatever way he might have startled them.]
Sif! You...
[He lets out a huff of breath that's more worry than fondness.]
We gotta stop meeting up injured like this.
...Let me help you get back to our room?
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The sound of their name comes through amidst their blind trailing of the halls, using their gloved hand to glide over the wall to keep them from being entirely lost. But a memory comes in at the sound of that voice - almost tripping on their own foot.
Their other hand grips their eyepatch tightly, the poor piece slipping off with their trip into the healing waters earlier and obviously not being in the state to be able to put it back on. If only to cover the sharp slash scarring over their regular dead eye. And though their normally fine eye doesn't look remotely damaged, it does stay just as closed.
As soon as their hand gets taken up, the recoil is a hard one. More than a simple startle as they yank that hand and their body away, side-stepping right into a nearby side table and cursing under their breath. Stupid blinding tables - ]
..Isa? [ It was.. a surprise to not hear Isabeau earlier, with the larger group before. None mention of him, and Siffrin feeling like just.. maybe. Just maybe, he had imagined him here this whole time. But as brief as that touch was, it felt solid. ]
S-sorry, I... [ A quick exhale, lips naturally falling into their easy practiced smiles. ] I'm fine. ..Healed as much as I could just.
[ ..Well, struggling to find their way back but at the offer of help they just go quiet. Such a burden. Useless. Can't even remember the path back to the room. How many times have they come through these halls to said room everyday? Head dips, but straining their hearing on the chance Isabeau moves away to follow. ]
..I'll follow.
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Siffrin is.. hanging around near the simulation building! Pondering the meaning of HODIS SIMTOR or something. ]
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which means their door is quietly opening, Siffrin peeking out before slipping out of the room to not wake Isabeau up. After closing the door and looking around - ] ..Hello?
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In which Siffrin just follows after, curiously... ]
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you okay?
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fine
i feel like i should be asking you though
with what happened
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Where are you at?
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outside room
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Are you doing okay?
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you had a pretty eventful week huh
did you get fully healed up?
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SEND THIS TO 🔟 OF YOUR BADDEST SINNERS 💁🏼💁🏾 IF YOU GET 0️⃣ BACK, YOU'RE UP NEXT FOR THE CAGE 🚓🚫! IF YOU GET 🔟 BACK YOU BETTER BE READY FOR PAPÁ NOEL'S HOT ♨️ CARAJILLO ☕️
LOVE ❤️ YOU, YOU SLEIGH-RIDING🎄 ELF-ASS SINNER! 💋 MAY YOUR HOLIDAYS NEVER ❌ BE BASIC! TURN UP 🔝 AND HAVE A VERY LIT 🔥CHRISTMAS! 🎉🎅
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