TP - NISHI / CHAR

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WEEK ONE - POST-TRIAL

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[Solomon's making himself scarce immediately after the trial, but within about twenty minutes can be seen leaving the Greenhouse to casually start his way up the stairs in the direction of the Rose Gardens.

Surely no one will see him. Surely this will be a normal walk.]

WEEK TWO - CURFEW

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[Char is — at least by outward appearances — fine. Immaculate, even. A turtleneck beneath a blazer, pressed black slacks, shoes polished to a shine— the picture of a composed professor. He carries himself the same way he always does, though lately he hasn't felt quite so generous with his lessons.

Perhaps yesterday's gossip still lingers in the back of his mind, needling him. Perhaps he's already made peace with it. Either guess would be valid with how little he outwardly gives away. He slips into the infirmary cleanly, intent on settling in for the evening, only to find he isn't alone.

He halts, staring Solomon down in silence for a few long seconds. Then, unhurried, he shuts the door behind him and saunters further inside, claiming the space as his own.]

Good evening, Solomon. What brings you here at this hour?

[Not overly warm, not cold. Simply fine. And perhaps, by the moment, even better.]

WEEK TWO - SUNDAY POST EXECUTION

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[He has to take some time away from the gardens immediately after Noelle's death. But Solomon eventually makes his way back up to settle into the great stone archway, slips of paper in his hand and a small black pouch with golden thread sitting in wait. One hand is bandaged at the palm and stretching down past his jacket sleeve, and he seems to be very careful in how still he's holding himself, wincing if he leans to one particular side.

He's not sure how much time passes before he notices Char in the same space. But he acknowledges him with little more than a flick of his eyes, before returning to what he's doing.

For some reason, he's staying eerily quiet.]