dion [spacecoast]

[verminous]

bahamut man take me by the hand

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intro weekend

[verminous]

[throwing a dart. they are at the observation deck, where gregor is leaning against a wall and looking out.]

Y'know, this doesn't seem so bad. Can't beat the view.

[agamid]

[ It IS a nice view... ]

Are you not privy to the stars in your homeland?

[verminous]

Oh, there's stars, sure. Seeing them like this... it's something else completely.

[being in space... waow.]

week 0, friday, titan's call

[agamid]

[ someone is here, and he looks ANGY!! he's probably so wrapped up in his mind palace of violence that he doesn't notice gregor until they almost collide... ]

Ah- apologies, Sir Gregor.

[verminous]

Just Gregor's fine.

[all of you people are so formal, damn.

his own mind palace is not so violent. frustrated, definitely, but still pretty restrained; he's busy cleaning up in here. there's some broken glass by one of the walls that he's dealing with.]

[agamid]

[ he likes his formalities

he frowns when he sees gregor cleaning and then





joins him ]

What happened here?

w1 monday

[verminous]

[today, we are in... pillow talk sorry funniest location for this. it's a butterfly themed room, decorated according to the theme with both real butterflies in display cases and with butterfly decor. why are they here? idk maybe one of them got a room for investigation's sake and now here they are checking it out. anyway, gregor flops down onto the edge of the bed, with a low whistle.]

Oh, now that's soft... this'd be the life, eh? Let's just settle here for a little while, I'm tired after all that wandering around.

[he is also thirsty so he's pulling a can out of his uniform vest pocket, popping the top and taking a quick sip.]

[agamid]

[ are you serious ]

[verminous]

Right, Dion? ....Eh? Dion, bud--

[he looks over

at the

goat????]

-Dion?!

w1 thursday

[verminous]

Hey, buddy. How's the arm situation looking?

[hi spoon you haven't pc called but they have bonded via goat incident now he's checking on their dion.]

[agamid]

[ thank you teej

dion just gives gregor a small smile ]

It is healed, thanks to the technology of the ship.

[ it's still missing, but it's not bleeding ]

week 2, monday, laundry room

[agamid]

[ Dion doesn't know how to do laundry, so he plans to walk in and then walk right back out, but oh! The doors are locked. ]

... This does make me rather tense, given the past two weeks.

[verminous]

[oh no oh no oh no.

he planned to get in and out, but-- now dion is here, and they're locked in, leaving gregor shrinking in on himself a bit. he's wearing baggy sweatpants and a more oversized hoodie today, hood pulled over his head and tied partially closed so it hides his face; it seems to fit a little oddly, overall.]

-yeah. Yeah, ah, not... the best sign, haha... you think you can break the door?

week 3, monday, retrocade

[agamid]

[ The sounds of the retrocade are loud, almost obnoxiously so, and Dion is fairly sure that he doesn't belong in a place like this. He's about to leave when Gregor crosses his path, and then a rift cuts through their surroundings and takes them to a manor under attack.

There was a time that you believed that without Terence, you would crumble. You are glad to bear the burdens of prince and Dominant of Sanbreque, glad to obey your father's orders, and glad to give your blood to the protection of your people.

But you're not always strong enough, and you believe with full certainty in your heart that it's in those moments that it was only Terence who has kept you alive.

Just as now, you're certain that you will die.

There is only one path forward for you, and you've no choice but to walk it, but you cannot do it with Terence waiting for you. It might still be less cruel than this, but you have never claimed to be a good man.

So you ease at least one debt from your ledger, and bid Terence farewell.

It's no easier to watch his heart break a second time, and when the hallways fades, Dion has his hand over his eyes. ]

[verminous]

[ahhh, god.

after that-- well, gregor's swiping at his face with his human arm, because he's maybe welling up a little after watching that happen too but he is Not going to acknowledge the fact that he is.]

...Dion.

[that's fucking rough, buddy.]

w3 saturday

[verminous]

[fuuuuuck.

WELL THE END OF THAT WAS A LOT. hi... dion...]

...what was he thinking, huh?

[agamid]

[ oh, yea he looks mad about that ]

It was a disservice to those who cared for Margaret.

WEEK 5, SUNDAY, EPC*T

[agamid]

[ welcome to the epc*t!!

dion glances over at gregor ]

This is among one of the less... unsettling locations here.

[verminous]

Hey, it's not bad.

[being here is, overall, not so bad? who'd have thought!]

Kind of better than I figured I'd find.

week 6, monday, loose caboose

[agamid]

[ stares at the rat strippers ]

Fascinating.

[verminous]

I'm not sure that's the word I'd use for it...

[WHY DO RATS HAVE STRIPPERS.

he'd be dying in a strip club with people but with rats it's just weird, not embarrassing.]

week 6, thursday

[agamid]

[ THIS GUY...

jk dion looks vaguely apologetic as he approaches gregor ]

Gregor, it appears I must apologize to you once again.

[verminous]

-nah, you're fine. I'm, ah. Used to having to take out coworkers every so often.

[he's probably still scrubbing blood off his arm. and the rest of him.]

w7 endgame

[verminous]

[sup. it's revenge of affection week which means he just takes dion by the arm to find a spot to sit. 'effects are gone' yeah doesn't matter. get grabbed.]

C'mon. Break time. Think we're all finished now, 'ne?

[agamid]

[ gregor... you are so forceful :flushed: ]

So it would seem. [ he's exhausted ] Are you uninjured?