[Somehow, even though Noelle all this time has been giving pretty skittish and introverted vibes, she's the one who calls attention]
Alright, I think we have walked around enough. If we're all in this same dorm, I guess we're not "staff" or "students". [She hopes so, at least, because next she says:] ...so, how are going to leave this place?
once everyone has had a chance to recover from Sika's information and hopefully get their nerves in order after the Don incident:
Solomon will finally, eventually, make his way to the dorms proper, plopping himself down on one of the beanbag equivalents in the main sitting area and just refusing to move, head tilted up at the ceiling with a blank look.
He will raise a hand in semi-greeting at anyone that comes in after him or walks into the room otherwise, not bothering to hide the distaste on his face.]
Some invitation indeed, isn't it. Why does it always have to be something otherwordly...
Edited (EDITING BECAUSE WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO DON CRIES) 2025-08-17 06:11 (UTC)
[Noelle pretty much plops herself on another beanbag, collapsing like she ran out of energy. She just said that, like she already resigned herself to some very horrible events for the foreseeable future. This really feels like a monkey's paw wish thing for her]
[ Ainosuke is... shaken, which is mostly apparent by how deathly pale he look. He'd appreciate a proper couch right now, but... Well, he sits in the beanbag as though it were an office chair, legs crossed and hands folded over his knees. ]
You seem to be quite familiar with events of... this nature.
[ 'Ready to collapse', huh? Such a state is beneath him, and Ainosuke doesn't appreciate having it called out that he's rattled... but he's also much too well-mannered to let as much be known to a stranger right away. He smiles, mild but very charming. ]
Collapsing is not a concern so long as we remain seated, no?
[ Also, Ainosuke Shindo doesn't collapse. ]
I doubt some liquid will be an issue, if you're offering.
You'd be surprised at how fast adrenaline can wear off, even at rest.
[He slips off to the kitchenette, the clattering of dishes and the echo of water from the tap as he fills up a pitcher. At least they have plumbing, if not any readily available food in here.]
No need to keep too firm of an upper lip here, you know. You're only human.
Or, rather, I'd assume you are, anyway. I'm sure we're going to have a lot of doubts about one another after today.
[Worm is a dark canon, and Noelle herself has...quite the number of casualties in her past. Blood has stopped being a thing for her. That's not a good thing in the slightest]
I have legs again. It's been about a year since I, well, you get the point.
[Since her lower half was replaced with absolute body horror the size of a house. But she tries to make it sound like she had lost her legs, instead of them turning into something else]
I'd prefer not to get too comfortable, either, it's true.
[Given that there's no food in the dorms because GOD IS MEAN I GUESS :crymeow: they'll have to just stay hydrated for now. He continues his chatter from the kitchenette as he fumbles around for dishware.]
I know you were firm in not wanting to stay when we crossed paths earlier. Do you have something you want to get back to, more than anything?
I can't say it's completely selfless, but... I do find people to be my highest priority. No matter what I might have to do or say, I'd want nothing more than to see them thrive.
What about you, miss--- ah, I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name.
[ It's all the same to Ainosuke that Solomon makes himself scarce after that pointless little explainer, because it means he can glare after him in peace. (Noelle, who is still here but being ignored for the moment, might certainly perceive how much the mood drops around Ainosuke though). ]
Some might see that as even more of a reason to keep a firm upper lip. I admire your boldness, declaring your inhumanity in the same breath as asking us to relax around you.
[It's an openly confused question as he twists the tap shut, brow furrowing as he looks back over to the sitting area.]
See, this is exactly what I meant. I really intended nothing by that, I just didn't want to go assuming. Especially when we have talking apples wandering around, of all things.
[ He seems to recall there had been a floating apple among their compatriots earlier, but that just slotted into the fever-dream-like atmosphere of the rest of this. The same went for the way Don Quixote was put back together. But... Going from amputated legs to fully functional ones is a much more comprehensive miracle. ]
Forgive the invasive nature of this question, but are there any signs of the 'reattachment' remaining, felt or otherwise?
[P seems less shaken, but that doesn’t mean he’s not upset about all that’s happened. Still, he doesn’t expect everyone to react the same way, and he pipes up, simply-]
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