Vocalizing it, it does seem very dangerous. That's a creative mind there... The levels of derangement are limitless.
[ wow... ]
Yeah, that's me.
[ he doesn't even do introductions the profiles are on the bulletin board, so he goes off that. if he forgets someone, then he guesses he forgets them. oops. ]
[Camille tilts her head. She never got a great read off this kid. Too irreverent for most situations, friends with Geto. A fire and ice combo, if fire was fireworks and birthday candles and ice was a freezie pop on a summer day.
Weird kids. The both of them. But she likes Geto, so she hopes there's something more to this one than he gives off.]
Spoken like a man who's spent no time in my company.
That's right, you're a — "sorcerer" too, huh? [She shrugs, plucking a leaf off a nearby tree, spinning the stem between her fingers.] I guess one human woman is a piece of cake compared to all your curses and assassins. What have you.
[incredible how this is before she slaps them for science
Still, it's sweet. She doesn't expect most of the kids to give some strange woman they met a month ago much thought, especially when talking shit with their pals. What do you know.
Maybe the sudden Emergency this weekend put a panic in him.]
I'm not exactly a sunshine and rainbows gal. But if you have other ideas, I'm listening.
I don't think I've been to one of these in fifteen years. Probably more. [Wind Gap was too small for carnivals. It was probably a day trip to the city, or an ill-advised date in college.] You ever win at one of these games?
[She's american so I'm assigning her to a shooting gallery one. Even if she doesn't like guns i'm blanking, let's just shoot metal ducks on a motorized track.
The mention of Kate makes her smile brittle. That one hurts.]
She's a good kid. Way too much riding on her shoulders. [Camille smiles at him, unsure how to get into it and close the subject in one fell swoop.] Look, I just don't have that kind of thing where I'm from. Dead's dead, for good. It's strange to find myself defying the natural order.
Unfortunately, a lot of kids are going through things, but they're left to figure it out.
[ Says an 18 yo... Satoru will shoot ducks ]
That's the same for most places. [ People die, they stay dead. ] I have mixed feelings about seeing someone come back... And I think some other people, too, but importantly you don't feel any monster influence, right?
[Especially here. Like with this 18yo. Shakes him.]
Not so far. I think they cut the umbilical cord when they took me out. [Which is something she wants to have faith in. It's just hard to believe in a good break in a place like this.] Surprises me, though, that you might not be used to it. I thought your world had all kinds of magic and curses.
[And gunmen who take out little girls.
Unnerving as it is, Geto's worm was less alarming than the sliver of memory she'd seen.]
[She purses her lips. It's a grim prognosis no matter how you slice it.]
So many deaths are violent. Is there a population problem with these curses? Standardized cremation, to cover your bases?
[This is depressing. They're at a boardwalk carnival, things should be fun and frivilous. But Camille's always been bad at frivolity, and her job leads her direct to the macabre and the bleak anyway. Hard to kick the habit now.
Also she looks to him for a moment. Forgot he could hear what she was thinking for a second.]
There can be if we keep being understaffed. Japan's big on cremation already, so we have that.
[ He doesn't think he needs to get into missing people reports... Or those who are just abandoned somewhere. Despite the dark topic, he seems comfortable with it. ]
[can't say she got the lay of the damage. There was a lot of blood? Mostly she was just in a searing hurt her normie ass has never known the likes of, in shock over murdering a guy, and then seeing a bestie get murdered immediately after.
She. It was a day. A day in the life.
But she pauses at the question, blinking. Then gives a chuckle.]
You've got cheek for days, don't you?
It's fine enough here. Everyone's getting one. I do worry about what I'll look like if I make it back to Chicago, though.
[ it isn't a sexy one... which i am assuming you're not assuming, so i am clearing up that he's clothed in sweats. He hears her name and then stops the pushups, instead lying on the floor now with the cats weighting down.
They're just a puddle of cats now. ]
The cats have always been here! Unless you mean on my back, then they just started climbing on a while ago.
I don't think it was intentional. Daan might have been the only one watching the living at the time. Everyone else was busy strapping on their bikinis, I guess. One last hurrah before the big showdown.
I don't know, you looked like you were having a great time to me.
Couldn't have been easy, though. [Her expression doesn't shift so much as lessons. Camille's voice is soft at the best of times, but she dials it back another notch.] We couldn't see everything. How you were doing behind closed doors.
...I know we voted. It still doesn't feel right. Putting it all on you. Leaving you all behind. I'm sorry.
Honestly, I was getting tired of games after games, but it made people happy.
[ Small complaints even though it was obvious he also had fun. ]
It's too bad someone stink bombed the house when it would have been easier to just go outside for them to see... [ Crossing his arms. ] Don't feel sorry. For me, I know I put myself in.
I'd feel bad for those who wanted to live, but didn't make the cut. Even if it was lonelier and miserable on this side, a death experience isn't a joke.
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W0 : SUNDAY
So just like that, huh?
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[Sadistic fucks. (ilu mods)]
What do you think the angle is? Practical joke? Stoking ire?
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[ The inception meta. The layers... Like an onion. ]
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[God help us all.]
...It's Gojo, right? I never asked.
[Too busy picking leeches off his back.]
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[ wow... ]
Yeah, that's me.
[ he doesn't even do introductions the profiles are on the bulletin board, so he goes off that. if he forgets someone, then he guesses he forgets them. oops. ]
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Anyway Camille smiles, head turning and brow raised.]
And do you know who I am?
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Preaker.
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[ Only assuming because Lucas prayed first. ]
How're we feeling?
W3 : MONDAY
Woah, you're still here. That's good!
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Most people might disagree with you.
[Camille tilts her head. She never got a great read off this kid. Too irreverent for most situations, friends with Geto. A fire and ice combo, if fire was fireworks and birthday candles and ice was a freezie pop on a summer day.
Weird kids. The both of them. But she likes Geto, so she hopes there's something more to this one than he gives off.]
You're not worried?
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You sure about that? I think if you're stable enough, they'd prefer you to be alive. It helps that you're not bad company.
[ For Camille, I wish her luck reading this weirdo even though I don't think it's worth it. There's a shrug. ]
I can talk to you and keep my guard up at the same time. It's not complicated.
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Spoken like a man who's spent no time in my company.
That's right, you're a — "sorcerer" too, huh? [She shrugs, plucking a leaf off a nearby tree, spinning the stem between her fingers.] I guess one human woman is a piece of cake compared to all your curses and assassins. What have you.
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[ And it seems like to him that's enough to make that read. He trust him wholeheartedly. ]
Is this something you want to really talk about though? It's kind of a downer, buuut... If you want to let it all out, I guess I can listen.
[ In the most roundabout way to offer an ear. ]
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[incredible how this is before she slaps them for science
Still, it's sweet. She doesn't expect most of the kids to give some strange woman they met a month ago much thought, especially when talking shit with their pals. What do you know.
Maybe the sudden Emergency this weekend put a panic in him.]
I'm not exactly a sunshine and rainbows gal. But if you have other ideas, I'm listening.
[tell her something fun about yourself]
WEEK 4: Wednesday
I don't think I've been to one of these in fifteen years. Probably more. [Wind Gap was too small for carnivals. It was probably a day trip to the city, or an ill-advised date in college.] You ever win at one of these games?
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[ Too bad he doesn't win against Sukuna. Did she want to play a game? Satoru loves games. ]
What's it like to be back!
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[Then the casual cheer stutters. Camille smiles but it's with lips half pressed in.]
Everyone's been real nice. I'm glad to see you all again.
[The rest is something murkier.
She doesn't quite trust herself to be alone anymore.]
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[ He's so sure that he'd win under regular circumstances, though. They can choose a booth... ]
And a bunch of us are glad to see you, too! Kate especially was beating herself up for not getting to know you better. [ Just doxxes Kate. ] Murkier?
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[She's american so I'm assigning her to a shooting gallery one. Even if she doesn't like guns i'm blanking, let's just shoot metal ducks on a motorized track.
The mention of Kate makes her smile brittle. That one hurts.]
She's a good kid. Way too much riding on her shoulders. [Camille smiles at him, unsure how to get into it and close the subject in one fell swoop.] Look, I just don't have that kind of thing where I'm from. Dead's dead, for good. It's strange to find myself defying the natural order.
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Unfortunately, a lot of kids are going through things, but they're left to figure it out.
[ Says an 18 yo... Satoru will shoot ducks ]
That's the same for most places. [ People die, they stay dead. ] I have mixed feelings about seeing someone come back... And I think some other people, too, but importantly you don't feel any monster influence, right?
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...Truer words have never been said.
[Especially here. Like with this 18yo. Shakes him.]
Not so far. I think they cut the umbilical cord when they took me out. [Which is something she wants to have faith in. It's just hard to believe in a good break in a place like this.] Surprises me, though, that you might not be used to it. I thought your world had all kinds of magic and curses.
[And gunmen who take out little girls.
Unnerving as it is, Geto's worm was less alarming than the sliver of memory she'd seen.]
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[ And that's why we have to cremate bodies. This explains some of his mixed feelings, at least. ]
We don't need to worry about that guy.
[ He says that, annoyed. ]
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So many deaths are violent. Is there a population problem with these curses? Standardized cremation, to cover your bases?
[This is depressing. They're at a boardwalk carnival, things should be fun and frivilous. But Camille's always been bad at frivolity, and her job leads her direct to the macabre and the bleak anyway. Hard to kick the habit now.
Also she looks to him for a moment. Forgot he could hear what she was thinking for a second.]
Which guy? Geto, or the gunman?
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[ He doesn't think he needs to get into missing people reports... Or those who are just abandoned somewhere. Despite the dark topic, he seems comfortable with it. ]
The assassin!
W5 : MONDAY
Haven't gone into the swamp? I saw it give Karlach back her fingers.
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Guess what was left of it wasn't worth saving.
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[ So like... Sometimes you have to get your agency taken away. ]
So! Do you think having an eyepatch is cool or embarrassing?
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[can't say she got the lay of the damage. There was a lot of blood? Mostly she was just in a searing hurt her normie ass has never known the likes of, in shock over murdering a guy, and then seeing a bestie get murdered immediately after.
She. It was a day. A day in the life.
But she pauses at the question, blinking. Then gives a chuckle.]
You've got cheek for days, don't you?
It's fine enough here. Everyone's getting one. I do worry about what I'll look like if I make it back to Chicago, though.
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[ Just to confirm. Sometimes you have to watch physical and emotional trauma sealed with a kiss. ]
Hey... Is it cheek if it's a genuine question? [ A small laugh. ] People probably won't ask if they're polite.
W7 : MONDAY
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She walks in and is like wow, I should probably leave. But also it's alpha AND affection week and she came here for one thing only.
She plucks a cat off his back and begins to cuddle it.]
How long have they been like that?
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They're just a puddle of cats now. ]
The cats have always been here! Unless you mean on my back, then they just started climbing on a while ago.
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Cat puddle...Camille takes a seat nearby, legs crossed and stolen cat making biscuits in her lap.]
It cute. Should have had a camera on me.
[A beat.]
How're you feeling about the game plan?
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You could have borrowed the polaroid. [ ... ] Just in general?
W7 : SATURDAY
[ Says him who shows up upside down, floating. ]
Not that you were gone for that long.
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I really was there and gone again.
[She takes a drag from her cigarette, smiling around the smoke. Aimed away from him, naturally.]
They were...very festive. I crashed a hot springs party by accident. Not the welcome I was expecting.
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Man... Cigarettes. Anyway, this has him laugh. ]
A party? While you were dying?
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I don't think it was intentional. Daan might have been the only one watching the living at the time. Everyone else was busy strapping on their bikinis, I guess. One last hurrah before the big showdown.
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Right, right. We had a bunch of them, too, but it might seem pitiful since we were so few.
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I don't know, you looked like you were having a great time to me.
Couldn't have been easy, though. [Her expression doesn't shift so much as lessons. Camille's voice is soft at the best of times, but she dials it back another notch.] We couldn't see everything. How you were doing behind closed doors.
...I know we voted. It still doesn't feel right. Putting it all on you. Leaving you all behind. I'm sorry.
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[ Small complaints even though it was obvious he also had fun. ]
It's too bad someone stink bombed the house when it would have been easier to just go outside for them to see... [ Crossing his arms. ] Don't feel sorry. For me, I know I put myself in.
I'd feel bad for those who wanted to live, but didn't make the cut. Even if it was lonelier and miserable on this side, a death experience isn't a joke.