charles

[polliwog]

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w0 ; first sunday

[polliwog]

Oh—Charles! [ just getting his attention somewhere ] It is Charles, isn't it? Did you see there is a dining area now?

[ THEY CAN MOVE PAST HANDWICHES ]

[riverbeans]

[help]

Hey, Sidon. Yeah, it's Charles—and I sure did. Wanna grab something to eat?

[polliwog]

We can go peruse, at least!

[ or... if it's bad, it's back to handwiches. he's hoping that won't be the case. ]

I would appreciate your company!

[riverbeans]

Yeah, no problem, big guy. Let's go and see what they have.

[please charles likes the snacks but he wants freedom from them]

w0 ; fri

[polliwog]

[ he's pacing outside one of the locked-down areas, probably just trying the door here and again or other such fruitless efforts. his feelings are unlike their usual brightness—murky and harder to read, especially before he sees anyone, so caught up in his thoughts he doesn't seem to notice charles is there yet. ]

[riverbeans]

[charles's own vibes aren't great, a roll of grief and shock and guilt, along with thoughts he's trying to cut out.

outwardly, he seems calmer, though, if tense.]

... Hey, big guy. Glad to see you made it through the night.

[polliwog]

[ of course people would be more wound up than their expressions might allow. he gets it. when charles gets closer, he'll sense something similar: grief, clear as day. frustration. but also, something lighter. ]

I'm glad you're all right too, Charles.

[ that's genuine, even if it evens out quickly. ]

Were you all safe? No one I was with last night could send any messages.

w0 ; sun

[polliwog]

[ hello hello charles, his vibes are contemplative in kind of a troubled way, but quickly brighten up. like a stove turned on—almost automatic. ]

Charles! [ hi ] I hope you've taking care this weekend. [ he seems like a responsible fellow with everyone else, but it's good to make sure he's also taking care of himself. ]

[riverbeans]

Hey, big guy. [he manages a smile, even if the vibes are also troubled.] Yeah, don't worry about me. Still gotta eat and drink despite everything, huh?

[polliwog]

Precisely. We can make a ritual of it. [ since they seem to go get snackies together here and again. not that there's any reason for this to keep... happening...... haha ] I meant to say—you did well yesterday.

[ the emotions behind that are a little sad, though. ]

w1 monday

[riverbeans]

[at the clothes store...

charles looks up at sidon.]

... Think they have anything that fits you here, big guy?

[polliwog]

[ PLURK MY NOTIFS ]

Hm...

[ he'll kind of flip through a rack of large sweaters more out of curiosity than anything else. ]

Mayhaps! Though I still don't see the appeal, personally. But are you in the market for a new outfit, Charles?

[riverbeans]

[nu hates me..........]

Guess your species doesn't believe in clothes? [a shrug, smiling.] I'm used to wearing the same thing on the road, but it's nice to have options.

w1 ; thursday

[riverbeans]

[idk sometime after charles chased lucien down he will come back to find sidon]

[polliwog]

[ love the conga line of lucien chasers. he'll be chilling in the sim room, where the current landscape is just of some nice waterfalls where they seem to drop down from tall, blue-tinted mountains, where the stone itself is smoothed by water.

he's hanging out, resting. his arm isn't bleeding, and there's a spear against the ground, simulated. there's also a silvery prosthetic arm beside it... maybe not so simulated. ]

Oh—hello, Charles. Making your rounds? I hope you found the Jerker.

[riverbeans]

I did. [who knows what will happen in that pc though.] ... You doing okay?

w1 sunday

[riverbeans]

[hello charles is tired for multiple reasons including the fact that he has slept minimally in the past 24+ hours but you know what? he still has both of his arms so he is doing better than sweet sidon in that regard

anyway he wanders into the sim room]

[polliwog]

[ it's because he's been grieving so hard for eunhyuk... i understand. sweet charles your blossoming romance cut short.......

the sim room looks like this so it might be hard to find a non-wet place to nap. but the ambiance is soothing—there is diffuse moonlight and the soft glow of blue stones against the water, which sounds like a flowing creek and the start-stop rhythm of small waterfalls.

sidon is studying a little charm before he greets charles with a wave. prosthetic arm is working, at least. ]

Good evening, Charles—I hope you've still been eating and taking care? [ just checks in every time at this point ]

[riverbeans]

[A WHOLE POST FOR YOUR REFS but charles will look around, taking in the sight.]

Haha, doing my best, big guy. This your home?

w4 ; weds

[polliwog]

[ post paintball, there is just a guy hanging around outside somewhere. he stares expressionlessly out into the abyss. but he waves at charles. maybe his face is just stuck that way. ]

[riverbeans]

[waves back...]

... Had fun?

[polliwog]

[ he nods ] Tremendously! [ wait fuck, he coughs. ] ...It was fun.

w6 ; sat

[polliwog]

Charles! Chaaarles!

[ coming in hot for a hug hello buddy ]

[riverbeans]

Sidon!

[hugs him with one arm]

[polliwog]

[ THIS IS FINE ]

It's so good to see you again! Properly! You've really been in our thoughts.

[ nice way to put how much they harassed him constantly ]