murdergate | SPACE COAST: PRIVATE CONVO: GREGOR

[ 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. ]

[ 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.

monk
Hey. Your thoughts on snow.

[ 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. ]

[ 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." ]

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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?

[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]

[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)

[ 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 ]

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

ah.]

...hey.

[not awkward at allll.]

[hi we're in the void today

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

[ 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?

[ 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.

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.

[ 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.

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

WEEK 1; MONDAY

WEEK 2 ; MONDAY

w2; post-trial

w3; monday

week 3; sunday, post-execution

w4 monday

w4 tuesday (dropoff)

w4; saturday, post-trial

w4, sunday