audience: nona

[mygod]

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[mygod]

[ After a little bit, Nona will hear someone approaching. Hello! Pestilence is here! ]

You sounded fine. Hiii.

[segnale]

[waves]

Hi! You're... Pesto?

[mygod]

Thaaaat's me!

[ They gesture at themselves with their thumb. ]

Good to meet you.

[segnale]

It's nice to meet you too! I mean, horrible circumstances aside.

week 0, tuesday

[mygod]

[ they appear .......... without footsteps so it's a little creepy to just suddenly be behind her. hi.

they clear their throat. ]

[segnale]

[SQUEAKS IN SURPRISE AND WHIRLS AROUND]

—Oh! You startled me.

[mygod]

[ boo. ]

You wanted to talk.

[segnale]

I did! I just wasn't expecting you to show up like that... but hello!

week 0, saturday

[mygod]

[ tries to get her audience by typing in 'Nona' in my url and instead it brings up all her catchalls

Anyway. Pestilence will go find her after a while. ]

Now is fine.

[segnale]

[help

she gives them a little smile when she sees them.]

Hi. Um... how are you doing, after all that?

[mygod]

Hmm... processing it all?

And shouldn't I be asking you that?

[segnale]

Um, well. It's pretty bad, to be honest! I think we are all very upset right now...

But I wanted to ask you a few things. Sorry for the rush, but I felt like at least one of them couldn't really wait.

week 0, sunday

[mygod]

[ shortly after the crow pecks at nona's hood, famine shows up ]

You at least sign your name on the letter, which puts you ahead of most people here.

What do you need?

[segnale]

... Do people not usually sign them? Do you just... not know who's asking for you until you arrive?

[blinks]

Would it be possible to get some kind of adhesive? I've got materials to make arrows with, but nothing to bind them together.

[mygod]

Yes. The crow knows, and I can infer based on the message at times, but people seem to enjoy guessing games.

[ why ]

Would glue suffice?

[segnale]

I can see how that might be annoying...

[hmmmm]

Glue should be okay. Probably not conventional, but I can use it for other stuff if the arrows don't work out.

week 2, monday

[mygod]

[ nona just hears a crash ]

[segnale]

[HELLO]

Pesto!?

[mygod]

Nona?! You too?

[ the awkward sound of like

trying to pick something back up ]

week 2 monday

[wolftonic]

[ woah penthouse drops a description for this first one

The penthouse, as one might expect of... a penthouse, is more spacious than the studios and built out with actual rooms. 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. 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 small, whittled statue of a wolf to the far side.

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.

death, or nehan, is currently just using a mortar and pestle he's lifted from the pharmacy over at his desk, but the door is open. ]

Nona. [ hello ]

[segnale]

Nehan! Hi.

[walks in and unabashedly starts glancing around the room, evaluating it]

[wolftonic]

[ help. this is fine.... the room's vibes are just generally very dour and sullen though, sorry. there's some real flowers here now at least, collected on his desk. ]

...Are you settling in all right?

week 3, sunday

[mygod]

[ hi.... facetime! pesto's face will show up. they seem to be outside. ]

Hi, Nona...

[segnale]

[waves! don't mind the bandages.]

Hi, Pesto! How are you doing?

[mygod]

[ DON'T MIND THE BANDAGES??? ]

... possibly better than how you're doing?