SPACE COAST: PRIVATE CONVO: TEMENOS

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WEEK 1; MONDAY

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[ nodd stands inside of Book 'Em, snacking on kale chips. ]

A bad boy named Mandi...

[ doubtful tone. staring at display stand for The Gloaming. he's changed into this. ]

[inquired]

[ HANDSOME also help me this fucking shitpost. you're correct

temenos is also here at the bookshop like a nerd. he peers over at what nodd is looking at. ]

...Is this one of those romance novels?

w1 saturday

[inquired]

[ temenos is in the medbay!!! like a good boy!! soon after the trial, he disappeared for a little while - however, when nodd comes by, he'll find him resting in one of the cots, writing in his notebook.

he glances up, and then nods to him in greeting. ]

Nodd. Good evening.

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Evening. [ sitting right on the edge of temenos' cot. ]

Good to see all the bullying got to you.

[ medbaymedbaymedbay ]

w2 monday

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Just another Monday on the good ol' Eudora.

[ said after kicking the door that has locked them tight in the new hippitea shop. he murmurs ] Sorry. [ to one of the rabbit robots that was maybe caught off guard.

today, nodd's hair has grown to floor-length and has been resistant to blades. it's braided and tucked into his belt. ]

[inquired]

[ nodd you are Styling!!!! temenos sits back against one of the tables, looking around the rabbity shop with an expression that's best described as unimpressed. his own body changes seem to mostly just be the fact that his eyes have rather suddenly changed from their normal tealish green to a very bright, unnatural blue as he investigates the locked door. ]

I'm beginning to grow rather tired of locked doors on this ship.

w2, friday

[inquired]

Nodd.
It's foolish to ask if you're alright, but I wanted to check in with you all the same.

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I was hoping he'd turn out to be invincible.

w3; monday

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[ perhaps they were about to step into hoppitea because that's such a fun place for them. this is what nodd deserves, despite already having been apparently dipped into a vat of artificial cherry juice and left to soak. he's an obnoxious, hot pink all over. blinding. don't look at him.

the memory begins in the middle of everything. the set dressing is hazy, shelving and wine barrels and hookah pipes knocked over, the coals rolling and scorching round burns onto the already slain bodies littering the floor. blood slops around the corpses, diluting the spilled liquor. a man in dark leather armor lifts his sword above a youth maybe ten years his junior. the kid already has a split lip, a missing ear, a limp arm on the same side.

a blur of motion beside the swordsman and his drops his weapon before he can strike a finishing blow. blood pours from a fresh gash across his forearm. less than a breath later, another blur--the man doubles over from an apparent strike to his stomach.

nodd, much younger and in simple garb, eyes without the permanent dark mask surrounding them, stands between the hurt boy and the mercenary.

somewhere else in the room--the basement? a lounge? smoke builds, a fire set. ]

… Ah. This, huh.

[inquired]

[ not the pink

listen the hot pink is fine. it's a look. he will say nothing. or, well. maybe he would, but then, the memory suddenly arrives - something unfamiliar, but familiar all the same. the blood and the corpses, the sword and everything else... and nodd, stepping in between a child and a mercenary.

temenos pauses. there's a huff, a smile. something faintly fond. ]

Heroic.

week 3 ; saturday, post-trial

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[ the medbay? nah. his room? never. where will people perhaps not look for him? the arcade. where he just was. this has nothing to do with wanting to play str**t f**ghter 2. the manner in which he spins the joystick is menacing. ]

[inquired]

[ NOT THE JOJOS

he is unafraid of a menacing aura. rather, when he spots nodd, he makes his way over, and... after a long moment, leans against one of the nearby machines, arms folded. just watching him, for a little while. ]

Nodd.

w4, monday

[inquired]

[ have you ever seen anyone look more like a fish out of water than temenos mistral in station rodin. he's in the area with the gambling parlor, just kind of

taking everything in. wow..... there's a lot happening here...... ]

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[ slides in and slings an arm over temeno's shoulders. the anger of saturday has either died out or--

ah, yes. nodd has been drinking. ]

Mister Temenos. Sorry. Inquis-ē-tor. Temenos. Let's play a table. My treat.

week 4; saturday, post-execution

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[ temenos has found one of nodd's favorite places to hotbox alone. the laundry. ]

Oh. Hey.

[inquired]

[ help me

wELL HE'S here to get his laundry... ? wow. that means no priest clothes for once. anyway, he opens the door and like.

immediately wrinkles his nose... terrible... ] ...Am I interrupting?

week 5 ; tuesday

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[ cold so it's sweater time. that's the only reason, as nodd has never educated himself--perhaps on purpose?--as to correct church-going attire.

besides, he's only here to see temenos, anyway. asking throné about what he could do yesterday was fruitless. (haha, all that 'friend' stuff, the half-elf doth protest too much!) this will be him attempting to figure it out all on his own. ]

Hey, Inquisitor.

[inquired]

[ i'm terrified of how powerful this is going to be.

it's a chilly cold day on the ship, and temenos is back in the church again - he's presiding over the prayer book, absently flipping pages over by the lectern, all ethereal and lit up by stained glass light. happy love arrow curse. ]

Nodd. [ he glances up from what he's doing, and tilts his head, enigmatic smiling as ever. ] Come for confession?

w5, wednesday

[inquired]

[ love arrow hell continues

by which i mean we're in the food court, at least for now. nodd may have noticed that temenos is not particularly affectionate or touchy, particularly not in public, but he does stay in his orbit much more than he does to almost anyone besides throné. so, that's his logic and reasoning for the suggestion of - ]

...Why not take dinner back to the room, then? [ let him indulge nodd as they're waiting by the kitty robots for snacks. ]

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[ if he had a tail, you know it'd be wagging.

nodd accepts temenos' limits, butting up against them at times with his own desires to tug at clothing near the priest's waist and to sit/lean on him if he dares take a seat. but priest. right. he exhibits self-control and at times even finds other places to be.

and he's sooo happy that temenos makes the suggestion. ] Oh--oh, yeah. I'd do that. We should do that.

[ looks at kitty bot and waves hand ] Make that to-go. Please.

w5, saturday

[inquired]

[ peering into the arcade on his rounds... what are you up to, nodd. ]

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[ another day, another game. this one with guns. did you know they work like the heal guns but inflict damage? wild. not is better at the button mashers but this is doable.

maybe he knows temenos' scent.

maybe he sees the priest's reflection in the machine's glass. ]

You got out of strip check.

wk 6, monday

[inquired]

[ happy week six! temenos is out and about this morning....? actually, he's out in the jungle biome. it's hot and kind of sticky. why is he here.

the answer, as it turns out is that temenos is currently getting headbutted by this.

the good news is that it's roughly the size of a horse and definitely doesn't seem aggressive. in fact, it just kind of headbutts him repeatedly and he's like - half laughing, half trying to grab it by the antlers to get it to stop.

what is happening here ]

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[ nodd tries not to judge a beastly book by its cover--see him bonding with a headchicken--but it's different when a creature bears down on temenos. soft, squishy, infuriating temenos.

the first headbutt comes and nodd approaches with speed and intention, but. then it's not dangerous so he stops and shuffles where he stands. adjusts his hold on the flower barf bag he's been carrying (currently empty). ]

Another friend of yours?

week 6 ; wednesday

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[ with powers semi-back, where could temenos expect to find nodd but the combat room?

maybe a sound check instead of fit as he's just in sweats and a tank. he's practicing his flash-stepping. he sets up a room of dummies and he's darting from one to the next. knocks a mannequin over with a lifted leg slamming them in the chest. he hops onto the next's shoulders, clenching its neck with his thighs before he drops straight down and uses momentum to throw the dummy into the wall. he summons a trickle of his water wave--a frown. he replaces that failed attack with a palm strike that shudders through the rubber and plastic. no bones to break. ]

[inquired]

[ oh i love a sound check

temenos is in like. a markedly good mood today! he's always in a good mood, or at least he's always placid, but it is like blatantly obvious he seems pretty happy. he's just kind of wandering around the ship, so when he hears noise coming from the combat room, he stops and peers in?

oh, interesting. he ends up leaning against the doorframe, just kind of observing. if he were a spicy kind of guy he'd probably find that thigh move very spicy and attractive but he is not and therefore the one thing that truly catches his attention is the flash stepping. ]

That's a useful trick. [ look at you go! also hi. ]

week 6 ; thursday

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[ i don't care if we have other pcs going. here, have anotha one.

nodd has been hanging with kosmo, hanging in the hall, hovering. he has given throné and thus temenos the widest berth. let the siblings handle this. let them lick their wounds. but he can't maintain the distance forever. eventually, once temenos has been stabilized, he has to duck in. find a moment the priest is left alone to... ruin the solitude. ]

Hey.

[inquired]

[ eats it

temenos has stabilized in the time since. he's not taken that much time in the pods - maybe a couple hours, but more importantly, he's given them up to the others and was able to provide a little bit of extra healing. a prayer for plenty left him fairly tired, but at least he looks... better.

there's not much to do for everything, leg included, but he does seem to be stable. he's also clean by the time nodd finds him, and back in his vestments, and no longer smelling like... whatever that was. he glances up from where he's investigating a new prosthetic at the doorway. ]

Nodd. [ hello. ]

w6, friday

[inquired]

[ wowee a friday with no murder! it's a friday!!

temenos is walking more like himself today - he's still unsteady on his new leg, and using his staff like a walking stick - but weirdly

when he sees nodd he just like. turns around and starts walking the other direction. goodbye. except he's slow because he's injured. anyway. GOODBYE ]

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[ ....?????? what??? absolutely not allowed?? only nodd may run. for it's his specialty. ]

Inquisitor?

[ following! ]

week 6; saturday (late late)

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[ titan's call eventually stops serving alcohol, at like two or something in the morning, but you know what doesn't stop serving? the bottle you take with you and promise thebe will be returned.

he's a shambles when his feet take him to the room temenos and mizuki don't even sleep in. sits heavy, right there on the floor in the hallway outside. why not? ]

[inquired]

[ actually, temenos is in his room this evening. arthur and throné are having a moment, likely and therefore he's giving them their privacy! and luckily for nodd, maybe... he's something of a night owl.

so. two or three in the morning is fine. when temenos hears a thump outside, he pushes himself up. he's in his nightclothes - real big victorian nightgown energy on this when when he pokes his head out of the door, still leaning on his staff like a walking stick.

hello ]

Nodd? [ a beat. his nose wrinkles, voice quiet in the dim darkness of the early morning late night. ] You smell like a distillery. What are you doing?

week 7, monday

[inquired]

[ let's go for the wetbar. by which i mean temenos is wandering around, still kind of hobbling, staff in hand - when he spots nodd, he pauses and backtracks over towards him. ]

Why did I have a feeling I might find you here...?

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[ there's a definite perking up when nodd sees temenos. he swims over, radiating dreamy blues and purple with each stroke.

nodd is once again inappropriately dressed for a wetbar. he's in a tank and joggers and a silk robe he lost the sash of. ]

Almost sounds like you missed me.

week 7 ; saturday

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[ the battle is over and won(?) as much as can be expected. and surely there has been time to calm down, to address grievous wounds either emotional or physical. but some things are leftover. nothing is ever easily resolved in a nine hour period.

and nodd has decided he doesn't truly care about what's wise or temperate anymore (threatening aura).

he seeks out temenos. and maybe finds him in the church? ]

Hello again, Inquisitor.

[inquired]

[ fear

but also. temenos is actually... out by the observation deck! he's changed out of his robes for the moment, into something more casual, though with slacks instead of jeans, because he's never that relaxed. he seems just to be observing the starlight, content with watching the world destroyed, with the future to come, supposedly - so, when nodd addresses him, he snaps out of whatever deep thoughts he was in and looks over his shoulder. ]

Nodd. [ and does a quick sweep to make sure he's all healed up.... ] Feeling better?