audience: camille

[mygod]

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week 1, tuesday

[mygod]

[ wow!! well, wherever camille is, pestilence will make their way there, following after the crow that delivered the message. ]

An interview, how fancy!

[scrapdraught]

[I'm godmodding this to be an escape from the party, she has her (now clean) plate and a will to succeed. Or at least tread water.]

Hey Pesto. Thanks for coming, I'm so glad you agreed.

[She settles into a seat, tossing her hair off her shoulder in a losing battle.]

[mygod]

[ she is so valid. pestilence will also sit down quite cheerfully. ]

Of course, of course! I do like to get to know other people.

[ unlike every other npc ]

[scrapdraught]

[oh good she picked the right victim target victim.]

Great news for me. [She smiles, crossing her legs.] I'll aim to keep it brief, I know you must be busy.

[Gardening...bathroom breaks...]

I suppose we could start at the beginning. What drew you to this line of work?

week 3, monday

[mygod]

[ help, camille. this is fair.

they will arrive to her. ]

I am not sure if there is a way to restrain you. It can become taxing for us to do it ourselves.

[scrapdraught]

[She nods to War when she spots them. At least Alpha week means they don't find her face down in a puddle of booze. Not yet anyway.

She smiles wryly at the admission, nodding. Resigned.]

Not even with a good length of rope?

[She's not exactly a powerhouse here. Maybe if her new powers also lent her the abilities of who she turned into, though. Camille clucks her tongue and shakes out a cigarette from her carton.]

You smoke?

[mygod]

I'm sure you would find a way to break out of it perhaps.

[ they shake their head. ]

I don't smoke. No thank you.

[scrapdraught]

I don't know. I've met people pretty handy with a knot before.

[She nods.]

Mind if I do?

week 5, monday

[mygod]

[ wherever camille is, pestilence will make way over there.

they hold their hand out. an eyepatch. ]

[scrapdraught]

[Clown theatre. Now clinic flavoured!

Camille's emotional vibe is most definitely bleak ass depression but she smiles when she sees them, reaching for the eyepatch and nodding.]

Thank you. That was quick.

[Also other effect means she is now holding their hand. She hasn't seemed to notice.]

[mygod]

[ help me

pesto is just :D hand holds ]

Did it heal okay?

[scrapdraught]

[you're too good for this world pesto]

Pretty close to done, yeah. Though if I cry the tears go — nevermind.

[We don't need to think about this.]

You guys been doing okay? Figure out how to cook, or...?

week 5, thurs

[unconsecuted]

[Not the nasty. Anyhow, I have been freed from the confines of mod tracking, so busts in here with this journal.]

More questions, I see. At least you didn't ask about rocks.

[scrapdraught]

[oh no not a handsome man]

Guess I'll leave the rock facts to the rest of them.

[what rocks...what is happening]

I hope it's not too tedious if I make you repeat yourself, though. Want a drink?

[She's pouring herself something, bought from their beautiful new shopping strip. Smells like whiskey.]

[unconsecuted]

[Yes.

It's fine.]

I don't mind - this time. [NOT THE WHISKEY. He shakes his head politely.] No thank you, I'm fine.

week 6, tuesday

[rhine]

[ camille will receive a reply saying that she'll meet her there.

and muelsyse will be there! she's holding an umbrella in an open position, positioned over her head. ]

Good afternoon.

[scrapdraught]

Hey!

[She smiles, waving. I'd do a fit check but it is always and forever black sweater and jeans.]

I'm glad you came, thought you could use a break from the village. Maybe find something new for your garden?

[rhine]

Hehe, good idea! It's always nice when the new area gives us something cute.

[ ignores the obviously evil lab ]

WEEK 6: Wednesday

[scrapdraught]

[Sees Death the Furry.]

You must be the other one...

[wolftonic]

[ there he is..... ]

...So I must be. [ process of elimination, and also you all saw his corpse ]

[scrapdraught]

[Twas a lovely corpse.]

Sorry for the delay on introductions. Didn't expect there to be bodies straight off the bat.

[She almost holds out a hand to shake. Then chuckles, reverting to a wave.]

Camille Preaker. Though I suppose it's nothing but a formality at this point.

WEEK 6: Wednesday

[scrapdraught]

[After some of the party has died down and they are in a general vicinity...Camille will address Scien.]

Hey. I think I owe you both thanks and an apology.

[Nice to meet you for real.]

week 7, tuesday

[rhine]

[ NOOO YOUR LAST DAY

good morning she will open her door. from what camille can see, there is... a lot of plants in here. ]

Hey.

[scrapdraught]

Hey.

[Peering in like damn. The emotional vibe is genuinely impressed.]

Pretty. [she'll step in if allowed, looking around.] You've got a gift. I killed a cactus and two money trees, gave up on honing my green thumb Pretty quick after that.

[rhine]

[ stepping inside is... most of the room is covered in a large variety of potted plant, with a bed tucked into a corner, as well as a desk. there is also, oddly, what looks like a large wall of water at one corner of the room. just chilling. ]

It's my expertise. You start to bond with them, after a while.