throne

[polliwog]

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w0 ; first saturday

[polliwog]

[ sidon is over at, throws dart, the sim room. he has no idea how to operate it, looking over the instructions. if he had a real brow, it would be furrowed. ]

Curious...

[naeddre]

[help throné also doesn't know how to work it so it's really just two medievals like hm. i see (doesn't).

she wanders over to look at the instructions... looks up at him. what are you.]

What are you looking at?

w0 ; tues

[polliwog]

[ since he agreed last time, they can meet while the sim room is running again, and this is what greets her. even with the simulation running at night, the elaborate silver platforms are lit with luminous, blue stone built into every pillar, reflecting softly across the water that floods nearly every surface and the tall, stone ridges climbing up around them.

he is just chilling, emotions mellow enough that they're not as distinct before he sees her. ]

Throné! [ the area itself is serene, a bit at odds with the bright spark of emotion that greets her. ] Good timing!

[naeddre]

[eeeeuuauuoogh i love zora's domain so much, it's so pretty.

she wanders in, and there's two things he can feel from her right off the bat! the first is a bright and fascinated curiosity, maybe a little childlike. she's always been more comfortable in the dark, and the soft glow of the blue stones makes her smile as she walks into the room. the second thing is, unfortunately, a soft, bone-deep sorrow, persistent. it's not at the forefront of her emotions, and sometimes it fades into the background entirely, but it's a little bit like a chronic pain; it's always there, and she's become accustomed to ignoring it as much as she's able, just to function properly.

thankfully, it's not intrusive, and she seems to be in a decent mood despite the (anna voice) kingdom hearts darkness.]

Sidon. [she greets him, making her way over to him.] This is Hyrule?

w0, FRIDAY

[naeddre]

[i'm still gonna tag that other one back but first i have to be really really angry about aki and pixi doing this to me on this month of my birthday

anyway she just. walks out of the observation deck with a haunted look. okay.]

[polliwog]

[ DON'T WORRY I AM ALSO FULL OF RAGE. HAPPY BIRTHDAY.

his feelings, which are generally awful, shift into relief. ]

Throne! Thank goodness you are safe.

[ it's just nice to run into other people and see that they're in one piece. ]

w0 ; sun

[polliwog]

[ he's over in the pod room, looking over their newly aux-ed members. his vibes flicker between frustration, sadness, confusion—the whole medley, not yet faded from what's happened the past several days. there is a more private thought, too. are your souls in there too...?

but he'll light up a little once he's got company. ]

—Throné! [ ...he immediately lowers his voice. feels weird to be loud in this room. ] Are you all right? I hope you've been eating and taking care.

[naeddre]

[aw, buddy. he lights up, and it's hard not to smile in the face of that!

she wanders over to him, and just... stops in front of the pods, looking them over with a little sigh. and then:]

I have, yes. I'm better behaved than Scien. [she glances up at him.] ... Are you alright?

w1, TUESDAY

[naeddre]

[hello sidon we are at throws dart. the vampire planet, around the blood bank! are you still in love with viktor i hope you are.

she is standing here staring at the sign urging everybody to donate...]

[polliwog]

[ closes eyes. maybe.

he is looking at it ponderously as well. ]

This is how we get money here, correct...? [ are they just going to have to convince people to give them free drinks otherwise ]

w1, THURSDAY

[naeddre]

[i'm crying we really gotta stop meeting like this (sheep, armless)

anyway, she'll come find him? wherever he is. i hope you're not dead tomorrow i'm going to be so sad. she probably has a little bit of blood on her still from dealing with lucien, but she's ignoring it.]

... Sidon? [are you good... are you a cyborg fish...]

[polliwog]

[ next they'll meet when she's an armless sheep though hopefully i will be dead. anyway, sorry there was so much cyoa to process today for her, wow. ]

Oh—Throné!

[ he is not a cyborg fish, but there is a silvery prosthetic arm laid out beside him and the trunk of his arm has healed over, though it looks tender still. he's just chilling in the sim room where it's currently a nice cliff overlooking some lanaryu waterfalls, as he reclines against one of the water-smoothed rocks in thought. ] Hello. I hope we didn't worry you too much.

[ the jorker ran off like a bat out of hell but, you know. ]

w1, SATURDAY

[naeddre]

[i think sidon might be the only person she talks to tonight that she isn't instantly icy and withdrawn to, actually!

she's standing in a hallway, arms folded, holding viktor's stupid book. she glances up at sidon when she sees him, and just watches. the distance behind her eyes eases, and comes into focus.]

... Well.

[polliwog]

[ THRONÉ... he'd be moved if he didn't look kind of crushed by everything today.

he'll definitely pull himself together once they're in eyeshot of each other though. ]

Well. [ well indeed. ] It's nearly over.

[ there are benches, which isn't a fantastic place to hang out but he'll still gesture to one. they've done this before so it's fine. ]

Will you sit with me? I'm still a bit wearied from this week's journey.

w2, MONDAY

[naeddre]

[a little tiny octopus in a top hat squiggles at top speed out of the tea house and whacks right into sidon's leg. ... what does he do]

[polliwog]

[ he



is assessing whether this is an octopus or an octorok. if it is the latter, it must die.

he picks it up like one might scruff a kitten. ]

And what are you, little one...?

w2 ; thurs

[polliwog]

[ he'll let her marinate in the pods for a minute but he'll be hanging around the medbay for whenever she's awake. ]

Throné! [ WHAT SHAPE IS SHE IN WHAT'S HAPPENING ]

[naeddre]

[she eventually wakes up again!

she's just sort of laying there in the pod after a while, like she can't force herself to get up. she's still covered in crazy amounts of gore and she smells like rotten apples? she just doesn't get up, even after she's healed enough to not be dead.

she does look up when he says her name though, staring.]

w4 ; weds

[polliwog]

[ post paintball, there is just a guy hanging around outside somewhere. looks suspicious. when he sees her, he taps his foot a little and then waves. hi. ]

[naeddre]

[ NOT THIS I HATE THAT YOU WERE BALD DILUC THE WHOLE TIME

just, like. ??? at him. ]

... You again.

w6, SATURDAY

[naeddre]

[KICKS YOUR DOOR IN

once he's finished chatting with everybody, she will come find him - she prefers the quiet, as always, and doesn't like to be too crowded. but! in the quieter moments:]

Are you hungry?

[polliwog]

[ HELLA

but yeah they can escape the 20 naked guinea pigs and all forty people being in a room together again. ]

Famished! [ he'll offer her an arm to walk with. ] Tell me you've all got options besides handwiches and slop?

w7, MONDAY

[naeddre]

[makes a roblox oof sound at week 7. anyway. you're wandering along when suddenly there's a rift! it eats you.

and you are just standing here, in a sewer. you are very small - maybe six years old? you can't exactly remember.

you are standing in the sewers under new delsta, the city you were born in. a man is standing in front of you - you don't know his name, or even what he's done wrong. he whimpers, and falls to his knees, staring at you. in your hands is a small knife. behind you is another man:



and he is watching you, specifically.]

... Go on. Give it a try. [the man says, in a soft, encouraging tone.]

[polliwog]

[ tears up at w7

anyway, part of him knows this is not him. but it does feel that way. his hands are small and so is the knife, but it feels heavy anyway, intent clear.

he looks back at the man over his shoulder. there seems to be a pertinent question here. ]

Why?

w7 ; sat

[polliwog]

Throne!

[ he'll wave her down. ]

Have a drink with me! [ he only kept to the one drink the night before, because he's responsible, but now they can have starburst long islands forever ]

[naeddre]

Oh, I need one, after today.

[she says, laughing, as she moves to meet him.]

Congratulations, Sidon. You saved the world. [teasing, a little]