boothill hasn't explored the theatre in depth yet! and since he's feeling way more paranoid than usual, he decides to scope out locations that he's missed. this includes the cl*wn king theatre.
he runs into camille somewhere near the entrance. his hands immediately go up. along the length of one arm are words in bright yellow:
BOUNTY $1,000,000,000
and on the other arm, in bright red:
BOUNTIES CLAIMED: UNIDENTIFIED ]
Whoa there. [ he remembers you. ] You, uh... gonna take off like last time?
No she was about to leave for a walk when he strolls up. She halts, chagrined and subdued.]
Hey. No, no. It's fine. Come on in.
[She casts a glance at his writing, perplexed. But she won't say anything yet. Just wave him in, unaware of the message shining bright through the back of her sweater.
Four on one for the first time.
And below that, snaking over the leg of her jeans.
[ boothill is obviously but pleasantly surprised. he nods. ]
'Preciate it.
[ but as soon as he's taking a step towards the door, camille turns around and her writing flashes at him. before he knows it, his eyes are skimming over that writing and taking it in. the implications aren't difficult to grasp.
he stops before he can cross the threshold into the theatre. he reaches a hand up to take her arm and stop her, and then he puts it down, curling his fingers in. ]
'Fore that, ma'am...
[ he calls out to her, keeping his eyes trained on the back of her head. he looks solemn and serious. ]
You, uh... know what's been happenin' here today? Them words showin' up on peoples' bodies?
[ where are you miss camille... boothill knows that she's familiar with the theatre, but he doesn't know for sure that she slept there too. he has no way of reading the plaques, after all.
he resorts to the only thing he can do. patrolling near and around it, calling out her name. ]
Miss Camille! Where the fork are ya'? It's Boothill!
[ even if he's totally lying his ass off!! he is checking up on everyone else. he didn't expect to see two bodies up on that bulletin board at all, least of all Death. ]
Come on. You ain't gonna go sneakin' through any windows. Ya'd only look suspicious.
[It's the dead of night by the time Camille comes by. Sleep is evasive here anyway, and an absolute bitch after today. Snaking metal creeps into her mind, tinny laughter. Fire, hand, poison, blood.
She stalks through the barrier at last, arms folded, head tilted down but eyes dead on him. Putting more faith in magic to keep her safe.
[ boothill looks. insane! but he is behind the barrier hello, sitting on the ground with one leg bent and his elbow on his kneecap. his voice sounds deep and cybernetic. he has a pointy stepford smile. ]
[ they're walking around the vineyard near the tail end of the party. he's not in his horse kigu anymore, thankfully—just an aviator jacket and black jeans. ]
[I meant the fact that he is a robot ghost??????????????????
Also she will look at him properly now. Kind of awkward not to when he's facing her in full.]
I'm getting by. [She smiles, but it's more like a purse of the lips.] It's strange, though. I didn't get so much of a glimpse of your secret world over there. Must not have passed muster somehow.
[Puts them at the historical society museum. It's dark and depressing in here, just her vibe.
Camille is examining a photo of three woman, face tense. She startles when she hears footsteps, backing away from it. When her eyes land on Boothill there's a ping of shame. Sudden reluctance.]
[ boothill's back to his old self again (this time back in his casual clothes, hair back in a low ponytail). camille doesn't know this, but boothill has made some regular trips to this place despite his obvious distaste for it. as soon as he walks in, the vibes are anxious yet determined.
then he sees camille. most of those feelings drop away into pleasant surprise and then shame. he slides his hand over the back of his neck sheepishly. ]
Howdy, Miss Camille. You found this place, huh? ...How's your head?
[Aqua had already told her the root cause. And it had been strange behaviour. The surprise and shame meet a quieter hesitation. Something apologetic. Shameful in its own right, and a murkier sensation beneath.
All this slipping over her signature stretch of down low blues. She's never a fun time during any kind of cerebral bleed.]
Still screwed on, thankfully. [She nods, brow raising.] Yours?
they are going to be sitting at the fountain. no drinks, no nothing. just two people talking after an insane day. even if they've probably both been healed, nothing gets rid of that insane mental and emotional exhaustion. ]
We don't have to talk long if you're not up to it. Just wanna see how you're doin' after all of that mess happened and now it's all over. How you feelin'?
[Well. She will be smoking. I'm sorry. She is indeed to fkin normal for this shit]
It's fine, I'm too wired to sleep soon anyway. [She rubs at her forehead a little, inhaling deep.] I don't know that I can form one cohesive thought outside of "what the fuck." Whatever I was expecting it was...not that.
What about you? How does this rank among your intergalactic adventures?
There are a lot of wild forkin' stories out there in every star system. From all the ones I've heard about, though... I'd say this is one of the strangest.
[ hsr meta is so insane i can't really say this is worse somehow ]
I ain't never heard of a... baby masochist god with weird buggin' eyes like that.
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week 0, monday, theatre
boothill hasn't explored the theatre in depth yet! and since he's feeling way more paranoid than usual, he decides to scope out locations that he's missed. this includes the cl*wn king theatre.
he runs into camille somewhere near the entrance. his hands immediately go up. along the length of one arm are words in bright yellow:
BOUNTY
$1,000,000,000
and on the other arm, in bright red:
BOUNTIES CLAIMED:
UNIDENTIFIED ]
Whoa there. [ he remembers you. ] You, uh... gonna take off like last time?
((cw: sexual assault of a minor, self harm))
No she was about to leave for a walk when he strolls up. She halts, chagrined and subdued.]
Hey. No, no. It's fine. Come on in.
[She casts a glance at his writing, perplexed. But she won't say anything yet. Just wave him in, unaware of the message shining bright through the back of her sweater.
Four on one for the first time.
And below that, snaking over the leg of her jeans.
Your body is ruined.]
What can I do for you?
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'Preciate it.
[ but as soon as he's taking a step towards the door, camille turns around and her writing flashes at him. before he knows it, his eyes are skimming over that writing and taking it in. the implications aren't difficult to grasp.
he stops before he can cross the threshold into the theatre. he reaches a hand up to take her arm and stop her, and then he puts it down, curling his fingers in. ]
'Fore that, ma'am...
[ he calls out to her, keeping his eyes trained on the back of her head. he looks solemn and serious. ]
You, uh... know what's been happenin' here today? Them words showin' up on peoples' bodies?
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Then her expression stiffens.]
What's this one say?
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... Ain't anythin' pleasant, miss. You in a place to hear it?
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Cw: uh badly compartmentalized sexual assault of a minor? i hate this canon
week 0, friday, outside
he resorts to the only thing he can do. patrolling near and around it, calling out her name. ]
Miss Camille! Where the fork are ya'? It's Boothill!
[ sorry he can't turn off the stupid swears. ]
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But she is trying to sneak back into the theatre! Huzzah. She finds him hollering for her and neglects to wave, still hugging her middle.]
Quiet down.
[Don't make a scene.]
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Miss-
[ he catches himself, lowers his voice. he gives her a once-over and nearly sets a hand on her shoulder before hesitating and lowering it again. ]
Miss Camille, what the fork happened to ya'? 'N why're you sneakin' 'round this way?
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I fell in the damn swamp. I need to get dried — [Hold for coughing.] I need to dry off.
Why are you looking for me? Didn't you see the bulletin?
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You don't think that's why I came over here?
[ even if he's totally lying his ass off!! he is checking up on everyone else. he didn't expect to see two bodies up on that bulletin board at all, least of all Death. ]
Come on. You ain't gonna go sneakin' through any windows. Ya'd only look suspicious.
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WEEK 0: SATURDAY, looks like she was right to run.
She stalks through the barrier at last, arms folded, head tilted down but eyes dead on him. Putting more faith in magic to keep her safe.
Even when she's being marked for death by it.]
So. You still laughing, asshole?
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Evenin' to you too, Miss Camille.
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No need to call me "Miss." I don't like the sound of it with your vocal fry.
[Where does she even start?]
So. What the hell happened? The fog rolled in and you just flipped a switch?
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All'a you act like I'm some bodysnatcher, like you ain't all got the same warnin' I did once we got them little white booklets.
[ he unholsters his revolver, starts spinning it on his finger as he paces. ]
You gonna tell me you ain't feelin' it too? That itch to see some red spilled on the pavement?
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w6 wednesday
Been a long while, Miss Camille.
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[She walks with folded arms, still glancing sidelong at this utter affront to nature.]
You been good?
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Good as you can be in a forkin' place like this. Ain't exactly paradise, but I will say, this place ain't half-bad.
[ unlike camille, who is rude, he actually turns his head to look at her. ]
You?
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Also she will look at him properly now. Kind of awkward not to when he's facing her in full.]
I'm getting by. [She smiles, but it's more like a purse of the lips.] It's strange, though. I didn't get so much of a glimpse of your secret world over there. Must not have passed muster somehow.
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w7 wed
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Camille is examining a photo of three woman, face tense. She startles when she hears footsteps, backing away from it. When her eyes land on Boothill there's a ping of shame. Sudden reluctance.]
Morning.
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then he sees camille. most of those feelings drop away into pleasant surprise and then shame. he slides his hand over the back of his neck sheepishly. ]
Howdy, Miss Camille. You found this place, huh? ...How's your head?
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All this slipping over her signature stretch of down low blues. She's never a fun time during any kind of cerebral bleed.]
Still screwed on, thankfully. [She nods, brow raising.] Yours?
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w7 saturday
they are going to be sitting at the fountain. no drinks, no nothing. just two people talking after an insane day. even if they've probably both been healed, nothing gets rid of that insane mental and emotional exhaustion. ]
We don't have to talk long if you're not up to it. Just wanna see how you're doin' after all of that mess happened and now it's all over. How you feelin'?
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It's fine, I'm too wired to sleep soon anyway. [She rubs at her forehead a little, inhaling deep.] I don't know that I can form one cohesive thought outside of "what the fuck." Whatever I was expecting it was...not that.
What about you? How does this rank among your intergalactic adventures?
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boothill shakes his head. ]
There are a lot of wild forkin' stories out there in every star system. From all the ones I've heard about, though... I'd say this is one of the strangest.
[ hsr meta is so insane i can't really say this is worse somehow ]
I ain't never heard of a... baby masochist god with weird buggin' eyes like that.