The penthouse, as one might expect of... a penthouse, is more spacious than the studios and built out with actual rooms, a dining room, and kitchen. It's modestly furnished and nondescript to the point of emptiness: austere, wooden furniture and plain windows, impossibly fogged and streaked with water, even if the weather outside is clear; the sound of rain persists. Today, it's especially violent. Atop the desks are tidy lines of jars filled with looted supplies from the pharmacy, tools from the hospital, vials in a stand, and a stack of notes. It's neat, academic, and impersonal. There's also a polished, whittled statue of a wolf to the far side, as well as some keychains.
The 'decor' is otherwise limited to flowers. Drying from the ceiling, dying in vases, dropping petals that decay and vanish before they strike the ground. Two lotuses set in a china bowl, one starting to wrinkle and wither. His Death mask is hung up, but beside it is another fashioned firmly on one of the walls, as though grafted in, swollen onto the wood like a tick to skin. Basically these are the vibes, except less cozy and more surreal, gritty and strange as any of the other rooms. There's some couches and a TV too, for convenience.
he's hanging out after plottalk and mathis death and being a fucking child, wow. ]
[ i was like did i get locked out of my own audience post
this is such a dreary and edgy residence. it's not the most surprising from his vibes, but at least robin keeps her feelings to herself about. (it's sad and concerned.)
I can see some allure in seeing what some of you would be like as children, but... it did seem like people were a bit too happy to cause some trouble, accidental or not.
[ she is thinking about how they all know what they're planning to do this week. the killing and the endgame plotting. ]
I don't mind that they want things lively, but I wonder how much it is that there's only the week left that's getting to them.
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week 7 monday
The penthouse, as one might expect of... a penthouse, is more spacious than the studios and built out with actual rooms, a dining room, and kitchen. It's modestly furnished and nondescript to the point of emptiness: austere, wooden furniture and plain windows, impossibly fogged and streaked with water, even if the weather outside is clear; the sound of rain persists. Today, it's especially violent. Atop the desks are tidy lines of jars filled with looted supplies from the pharmacy, tools from the hospital, vials in a stand, and a stack of notes. It's neat, academic, and impersonal. There's also a polished, whittled statue of a wolf to the far side, as well as some keychains.
The 'decor' is otherwise limited to flowers. Drying from the ceiling, dying in vases, dropping petals that decay and vanish before they strike the ground. Two lotuses set in a china bowl, one starting to wrinkle and wither. His Death mask is hung up, but beside it is another fashioned firmly on one of the walls, as though grafted in, swollen onto the wood like a tick to skin. Basically these are the vibes, except less cozy and more surreal, gritty and strange as any of the other rooms. There's some couches and a TV too, for convenience.
he's hanging out after plottalk and mathis death and being a fucking child, wow. ]
...Sorry for inconveniencing you today.
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this is such a dreary and edgy residence. it's not the most surprising from his vibes, but at least robin keeps her feelings to herself about. (it's sad and concerned.)
it's been a long day. ]
You didn't choose for any of that to happen.
[ is he still in love with lucas ]
I wanted to see how you were... after all that.
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unfortunately yeah he's an edgelord but at least he's not an edgelord and a baby now. don't worry about whether he's still obsessed with lucas. ]
I'm fine. Some of you just got excited finding targets.
[ THE NUMBER OF CURSES TODAY ]
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[ she is thinking about how they all know what they're planning to do this week. the killing and the endgame plotting. ]
I don't mind that they want things lively, but I wonder how much it is that there's only the week left that's getting to them.
[ there were so many curses, even for a monday. ]
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[ no reason to believe these items will last after the week, but. ]
I do think the stress is part of it.
[ the nihilism inherent of being like NOTHING IN LIFE MATTERS!!!! turns someone into a baby a week before a ritual ]
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It is one of the things we can see the immediate results of, so I can see how it can be therapeutic in its own way.
How would you describe yourself a child, Mr. Nehan?