[ boothill doesn't know that robin lives here because he can't read!!! he just happened to go to the cabin to look for some essentials that he can bring to the barn. he invites himself right inside.
for flavor, right across his cropped jacket, in bright yellow words:
GRAEY NICK CLEMENTINE
he's surprised to see robin there when he walks in. ]
Miss Robin. [ tips his hat. ] They got you shackin' up here?
[ she doesn't know he doesn't know how to read, so she assumes he just didn't see the plaque. she notes the words but her gaze doesn't linger. the word brother is etched in the space between her elbow and shoulder. ]
Yes. It's a bit of fortune in this place. I've heard that you aren't as pleased about yours.
[ he barely talked to the traveler at all and just decided to open up to them about his home so i am just taking that and running, HE REALLY HAS NOTHING LEFT TO LOSE 🥹
off they go! they won't go anywhere far, probably just pacing around, going near the perimeter of the fog, near the stream and such. at some point, they can stop to sit on the benches by the pyre. ]
That there planet's what I called home for twenty-seven years. My old homestead's grasslands... Not to boast, but lyin' there was heaven on earth.
[ he's looking at the ground ahead, but it's clear that boothill is someplace else for a time. ]
Not even the top-notch steer in camp could match that grass for comfort. And that creek—clean as a whistle, I tell ya. Them little fish in it looked like they were just floatin' in the air, no foolin'. Come nightfall, you'd plop down in the grasslands, find yerself a rock, face the breeze and strum a guitar or wail on a harmonica. That's the slice a' paradise, crisp and sweet.
[ she already knows this isn't going to end well. her expression is somber although she smiles hearing his recollection because she can tell how much that planet meant to him. anything that is meaningful to others is meaningful to her.
her voice is quiet. ]
You loved that planet. It sounds like it was everything you needed.
[ ARA since you know his story i'm gonna cheat and say he just summarizes his first two character stories for her... if you need a refresher i can give you one!! he won't leave out the details, but he'd share that the little one that just learned how to walk was named clementine. thank you andrew russell.
they're at the pyre by the time he finishes. boothill is bent over his knees, elbows propped on his thighs. his hair hangs in a curtain over his shoulder. he looks at the dirt floor, eye open. ]
Accordin' to the planetary records of Aeragan-Epharshel, the locals were wiped out by an unknown disaster. To this very day, that black ore is still used to create devastatin' weaponry, shipped all over the cosmos by IPC freighters, used fer Lan-knows-what.
[ the story pulls at her heart, makes it ache and break. she can see what drove him to fight against the ipc to such an extent. she is not someone who will ever seek revenge, and she does not think revenge will be fulfilling for anyone, but she can understand (even if she can't always agree). ]
I am so sorry, Mr. Boothill. That loss is a devastation. With how much the IPC cares for profit at the expense of everyone and anything...
[ the IPC and the Family are at odds for different reasons, but she's never been one to care about something for the money. ]
They covered their deeds and didn't even leave you a proper way to grieve.
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week 0, monday, cabin
for flavor, right across his cropped jacket, in bright yellow words:
GRAEY NICK CLEMENTINE
he's surprised to see robin there when he walks in. ]
Miss Robin. [ tips his hat. ] They got you shackin' up here?
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Yes. It's a bit of fortune in this place. I've heard that you aren't as pleased about yours.
[ mostly for the roommate situation. ]
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[ he LOVES the barn, just not the company!!
he also sees that word scripted on her arm. it's fairly straightforward. ]
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[ she doesn't think it's a bad thing. ]
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I got a guess anyhow. Anyway, barn's fine. Cozy, even, 'side from all the horse hoofin' around. S'the company I'm havin' trouble with.
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[ she doesn't see a point in beating around the bush about what she heard. ]
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You know anythin' 'bout my hist'ry at all, Miss Robin? Might be better to start from the top.
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[ his high bounty. she has access to the oak family's dossiers, so she knows that much. ]
While I can understand not agreeing with how the IPC runs, I would not want to leap to any conclusions.
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[ he thumbs to the door. ]
You all right with a walk?
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I am no stranger to ugly stories despite the glamor of Penacony.
[ she nods. ]
I would be happy to go on a walk with you.
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off they go! they won't go anywhere far, probably just pacing around, going near the perimeter of the fog, near the stream and such. at some point, they can stop to sit on the benches by the pyre. ]
Ever heard of a planet called Aeragan-Epharshel?
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she keeps pace with him, walking wherever he wants to go, always attentive and listening.
she shakes her head. ]
I don't think so.
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That there planet's what I called home for twenty-seven years. My old homestead's grasslands... Not to boast, but lyin' there was heaven on earth.
[ he's looking at the ground ahead, but it's clear that boothill is someplace else for a time. ]
Not even the top-notch steer in camp could match that grass for comfort. And that creek—clean as a whistle, I tell ya. Them little fish in it looked like they were just floatin' in the air, no foolin'. Come nightfall, you'd plop down in the grasslands, find yerself a rock, face the breeze and strum a guitar or wail on a harmonica. That's the slice a' paradise, crisp and sweet.
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her voice is quiet. ]
You loved that planet. It sounds like it was everything you needed.
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[ ARA since you know his story i'm gonna cheat and say he just summarizes his first two character stories for her... if you need a refresher i can give you one!! he won't leave out the details, but he'd share that the little one that just learned how to walk was named clementine. thank you andrew russell.
they're at the pyre by the time he finishes. boothill is bent over his knees, elbows propped on his thighs. his hair hangs in a curtain over his shoulder. he looks at the dirt floor, eye open. ]
Accordin' to the planetary records of Aeragan-Epharshel, the locals were wiped out by an unknown disaster. To this very day, that black ore is still used to create devastatin' weaponry, shipped all over the cosmos by IPC freighters, used fer Lan-knows-what.
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I am so sorry, Mr. Boothill. That loss is a devastation. With how much the IPC cares for profit at the expense of everyone and anything...
[ the IPC and the Family are at odds for different reasons, but she's never been one to care about something for the money. ]
They covered their deeds and didn't even leave you a proper way to grieve.