SPACE COAST: PRIVATE CONVO: DION

[murdergate]

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w1; monday

[murdergate]

[ nodd notices dion planetside, somewhere along a main street, between that bookstore and the club with the inviting music. he's changed clothing, an attempt to better fit in with the local atmosphere.

he gives a quick whistle to see if that attracts the man's attention. ]

[agamid]

[ PLEASE he is not a dog

he does look mildly displeased when he glances over at nodd. that is sick suit tho. ]

There are more polite ways of calling someone's attention.

[murdergate]

[ use that face with him too much and he'll start to think it's just how dion's face is. ]

Oh? What would you prefer? I'll use that next time.

[ and if it doesn't work, right back to whistle. ]

week 1, thursday, rec room

[agamid]

[ hello, dion is just sitting here quietly, going through his IRIS ]

[murdergate]

[ sees from afar and pauses for a moment. wavers. considers. steps forward. back. considers again.

...

strides boldly up to dion and takes a seat right next to him. ]

You're out of the medbay.

week 2, monday, fur feathers & fancies (anoria)

[agamid]

[ They're in the market! He's having a good time looking at the wares. ]

Sir Nodd. Fancy a bit of trade?

[murdergate]

[ hello dion. right now, nodd is dealing with a bit of a fairy tale-esque problem. his hair has grown to the ground and isn't enjoying his attempts at the usual diy cut. so he's bundled it up into a long braid, the tail of which is outright tucked into his belt. ]

I've been known to enjoy a bauble or two. Are you on the hunt for anything special? Browsing?

week 2, tuesday, combat room

[agamid]

[ checking out the armoury!! hi nodd ]

Here to train, Sir Nodd?

[murdergate]

[ this is a special hell just for nodd. dion would cross paths with him today. that's so typical. ]

No, I was just passing through.

[ rubs the back of his neck. so much hair today, too, although it isn't heavy, so he's not complaining. vocally. ]

week 2, thursday, combat room

[agamid]

[ it's thursday! the doors close, and by now there's no ambiguity about what this means. and while dion isn't emotional enough to slam his fists to the door in the futile hope that it'll do anything, he does press his hand to it, frustrated. ]

Three weeks and we've yet to make any progress.

[ get cozy, nodd. ]

[murdergate]

[ the gods are always scheming and laughing and nodd is their favorite punching bag. there is no other explanation for when he turns and finds he's not alone. oh no. another person has joined him. one other.

and it's dion. he sees the back of his blond head and balks. ]

Mmmm. I don't know about that.

week 2, saturday

[agamid]

[ lookin for this little guy... where is he ]

week 2, saturday

[murdergate]

[ he's findable, although by the time dion locates him, he may be all out of a stiff upper lip.

nodd sits in the back corner of the laundry room, knees up to his chest and face in them. ]

w3; monday

[murdergate]

[ hello, dion. nodd is on bongy hunt--otherwise, he would have stayed in his room. he's bright, neon pink from the top of his head down to, presumably, the soles of his besandaled feet. ha. ha. very cute, mystery prankster. anyway, he's chasing down this chicken when he looks up, sees that man, and they are both sucked into a memshare.

dion stands at the back of an opera house theater, scaled down to fit within the confines of an eccentric's manor. no balcony seating, but plenty of rows to accommodate the show's current audience. it's a full house tonight.

on the stage, an older woman gracefully dances overhead, caught somehow in a floating sphere for fire. two youths--not children, not old enough to carry this burden--stand beneath, one with a long tail and antler horns, the other… blond. beyond them, a monster, a mass of black ooze with limbs poking out at upsetting angles, machinery jammed into the ichor as if it were once a mechanism that had burst apart.

nodd, also on stage (not pink), hurls himself full-body at the abomination. he moves fast on the eudora, but here he moves in the span of a blink--faster than it takes to think about it. the flurry of blows (hehe) pummeling the monster until it sputters and collapses.

the antlered one casts a spell, creates a bridge of pure light that lets the other youth rush up and approach the flaming orb. It fades when he shouts, "Mother!"

the dancing woman faints and blond boy catches her.

another spell from the tiefling (horns, tail, you get it) creates radiant light and an opening. nodd slams his full arm into the creature he'd been brutalizing. he wrenches himself free, tearing out a molten core heart.

wyd ]

[agamid]

[ WELL

OKAY

everything is so weird on this ship, but dion absolutely believes he's just in another off-ship mission so he bolts toward the woman to check her vitals. ]

Sir Nodd, what is this—?

W3; Thursday, after nodd returns from cyoa before curfew

[murdergate]

monk
I'm staying at the arcade tonight.

[agamid]

You wouldn't prefer a more comfortable location?

week 3 ; saturday, post-trial

[murdergate]

[ it takes a long time for nodd to come. possibly after everyone else have taken their turns, or at least in the latter part of the evening. when he does arrive, it's quietly. someone must have hunted him down to bandage his head. the cloth is tucked under his hair where it can be.

silence, to start. he needs to concentrate on breathing so he doesn't vibrate out of his skin. ]

[agamid]

[ hello, nodd. he is here. sitting on the bench in his cell. ]

Sir Nodd. I thought you would not come.

week 4, wednesday

[agamid]

[ dion is... here! at the grand hall, but he is extremely low quality. he kind of looks like a mii version of himself ]

This evening has certainly been chaotic.

[murdergate]

[ potentially just escaped from being verbally stripped down by [redacted] only to stumble upon--

ow. yes. this would happen. ]

If you aren't Dion, the avatar's in a little bad taste.

week 6, saturday, preservation biome

[agamid]

[ goes to the preservation biome because nature is nice and relaxing

checks to see if nodd is still vomiting flowers ]

Are you feeling better, Nodd?

[murdergate]

[ nooo. nodd likely ran away from dion and straight to the showers for washing, reflection, and stomping flower petals down the drain (not his problem).

now, he's semi-collected. ready to see dion and be a person. yes. ]

Yeah. Must have been something I ate in one of the rifts.

w7; monday

[murdergate]

[ distance has been appropriately maintained on all sides since saturday evening. good job, team. very respectful. but we are now entering endgame and nodd has been attracted planetside by all the mushroom people. he's at the wetbar, in joggers and a tank and a ridiculous silk lounging robe, perched on a raised area, drinking--because of course he is. ]

[agamid]

[ hello nodd... what is the vibe if the meet eyes across the pool ]