SPACE COAST: PRIVATE CONVO: GREGOR

[murdergate]

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WEEK 0; WEDNESDAY (post mini-event/party)

[murdergate]

[ nodd wanders the halls at a leisurely pace. between those three oh-so-interesting games, he drank quite a bit over the last few hours. happy clouds. ]

Not the worst kidnapping, all-in-all.

[ this is how he makes conversation. ]

[verminous]

Sure could be worse. There's decent food, real beds, drinks...

[and cigarettes when you ask for them. he's got an unlit one in his mouth; it helps just having it, even if he isn't lighting up right now.]

Oh- you're Rodya's roommate, yeah?

WEEK 1; MONDAY

[murdergate]

[ nodd stands outside the bitter bite, once in awhile bumping his pipe to his respirator when he forgets he can't take a pull like this. sooner or later he'll go back inside.

at some point, he procured new duds.

when he sees gregor, a slim, short-lived smile. ]

You made it.

[verminous]

Seems like it.

[giving him a little wave, there. with the normal hand. i keep remembering i have to specify.]

I was gettin' a little tired of space, honestly... nice to have the ground under my feet again.

WEEK 2 ; MONDAY

[murdergate]

monk
Hey. Your thoughts on snow.

[verminous]

UNGEZIEFER

Snow? It's fine, I guess... I don't really have opinions one way or the other.

w2; post-trial

[murdergate]

[ nodd stands on the observation deck, staring out at the endless expanse of sky. far away stars (so he hears). planets. big black holes. a sharpness to his features, but the mushrooms (and long hair) are both long gone. ]

[verminous]

[he comes here every so often after trials to just sort of-- think. chill. so he stops by here eventually, unlit cigarette tucked in his mouth, to look out at the stars as well.

casually:]

So. Bets on how much you're gonna hear about saying something like that?

w3; monday

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[ could have been a nice, average day. sure, someone with a great sense of humor decided to curse nodd with full-body neon pinkness, but he's pulled off worse.

as they're about to see.

the rift drags nodd and gregor into a high-ceiling dining room, painted powder blue with impeccably white trimming. the tall, latticed windows show the sun has already long set. not long ago, the household was seated for dinner alongside this evening's ever-so important guests.

the remnants of the meal show it was scarcely touched before The Incident. the roasted duck has both of its legs, for instance. certain plates are basically clean enough to put away without more than a wipe.

an elven woman stands above her child--gregor would anticipate them being perhaps fourteen, at most. both figures wear pale lilac dresses, although the child's has a splatter of blood on the skirt and on the fingers of one of her gloves.

"How could you? You knew how important this was."

beside gregor, nodd makes a tense noise in the back of his throat. ]

This was a long, long time ago.

[ the child's hands tremble as they form fists at her sides. she has waist-length, evenly cut hair, left in loose curls. her ears are much longer than her mother's.

"Now your father is furious--"

"He's not my--"

the woman smacks the child across the face. the tension that follows doesn't include enough shock for this to have been the first time.

"Be quiet while I think." ]

week 3; sunday, post-execution

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[ nodd already struggled his way out of the pod at about 95% healed so people are done arguing with him. now, he's forced to sit around under 'observation' for a while.

he side-eyes at gregor for a bit before scooting over in his wheelie chair. ]

What a week, huh?

[verminous]

...what a month, more like.

[but this has sure been the most tiring week holy shit.]

w4 monday

[verminous]

[sets this before everyone's curseapalooza

anyway, gregor's in the dog park! he has a dog on his lap, a dog licking his face, a dog trying to climb up his back while he's sitting there...]

C'mon, this isn't the playground, settle a little--

[he is having the time of his life honestly]

[murdergate]

[ pubbies!!! nodd likes animals in general, but the allure of happy friends now easily accessible on the ship is irresistible. so many buddies! and a greg? that's all around a fine time. ]

You look like you're in your element.

w4 tuesday (dropoff)

[verminous]

[left in nodd and rodya's room is a little package containing the following:

-a pair of rainbow sandals
-a fancy little foot scrub

and a note:]

Listen, the shoes are all Rodya, so don't look at me-! She insisted on 'em while we were out.

...thanks for being Rodya's bunkmate, though. I'm glad she's got you there keeping an eye on her when I'm not around, you know?

-Gregor (& Rodya)

w4; saturday, post-trial

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[ nodd lingers right outside the medbay in those same awesome pants and that same twerk shirt--the latter now dirty with blood and saliva on the one shoulder. he's poked and scratched from the briars and the princess who'd writhed within them.

someone io probably forced basic healing upon him, but nodd, as usual, prefers to live with as much pain as possible. ]

Greg.

[ he checks, but it was already true he wasn't in the way of the door if gregor is here (again?) for rosie ]

[verminous]

...hey.

[a glance toward the medbay.]

So. Io healing her up?

w4, sunday

[verminous]

[well, at some point on sunday he wanders into the laundry room with stuff to wash and

ah.]

...hey.

[not awkward at allll.]

[murdergate]

[ IT SMELLS LIKE DANK IN HERE. well, mushroom-dank. a very herbal dank. it's great. nodd is in the corner, sitting in an otherwise empty laundry basket with his legs hooked over the side. ]

Greeeg. Hey. There you are.

[ his eyes are a warning; red and yellow and black. nature saying turn away, greg. be safe. ]

w5 friday

[verminous]

[hi we're in the void today

wherever gregor is, he's just sort of pacing unhappily, restlessly, smoking away.]

[murdergate]

[ sounds like a friday ]

Hey.

[ and he'll repeat himself, a tad louder, if gregor's too deep in thought to hear ]

w5 ; saturday

[murdergate]

[ poor, beautiful gregor. didn't want it to be you, bud. was all right with it being a lot of people who weren't. ]

They giving you smokes in there or do I have to rush some contraband?

Re: w5 ; saturday

[verminous]

...fine without 'em.

[he's not, but he probably can't smoke here anyway. his bug arm's restrained behind his back.]

week 6; saturday

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[ post the grand return, nodd has showered so he's no longer a gross and grimy mess. which is the ideal way to track down gregor again. find him wherever he's perhaps hiding and stand gayly, leaning against a doorway. ]

Hey.

[verminous]

Hey yourself.

[giving him a little wave. hi! he lives!]

w7 monday

[verminous]

Hey, bud.

[good morning!

gregor is in surprisingly high spirits, today-? the emotionshare spills that for him, so enjoy a touch of happiness despite being on this undoubtedly fucked up planet.]

Guess this is the real last stop, huh...? Probably for the best. Don't think we'd have wanted to actually bring whatever's in the ship to their HQ.

[murdergate]

[ happy greg! that's a fair sight. nodd aims to match his mood. ]

Yeah. Now all we have to do is figure out how to save the Eudora from a spaceship-sized infection.

[ but a touch of teasing is ok. ]

week 7 ; saturday

[murdergate]

[ was waiting on a certain other thread to get somewhere don't worry about it. will track gregor down because that's his hot bug. you at the tea shop? food court? ]

Hey there, Greg.

[verminous]

Ah, hey, bud.

[oh now i'm afraid though

he's at the food court, probably.]

How're you feeling after that's all done?