2... the lower ranks will reside at the basement and be thoroughly forgotten by staff. My room's like this.
[ she's going to send him a reel: pov you're on the top bunk of a disheveled capsule room, the floor flooding and leaking with water. it's so dire down here. ]
Wait, wait, seriously?! That's all they're giving you to work with? I know we're used to less comfortable digs already, but isn't that taking things a little bit far?
[give him a sec, he just needs to... there we go. gregor sends her a photo of his suite's private bathroom, shower/tub combo and all. it's slightly blurry and off-center. then there's a photo of the comfy-looking bed, in much the same image quality.]
Now how's that for comfortable? Almost feels like it's Nest living... can't say I know what to do with all this space though, if I'm being honest.
[ because she's still new here, and she can easily get lost if she's not careful. thankfully she's paying more attention to her surroundings -- perhaps a little too much, because when she arrives on the hall where gregor's suite is located, the floor is swarming with pest control pounding the pavement. ]
...Uh oh. [ she quickly marches over what she assumes is gregor's door and knocks on it. ] Gregor, let me in. It's Ishmael.
[he practically drags her in, cracking the door open just enough to admit her. getting the attention of anyone hunting down a 'giant bug' is the last thing he needs to deal with right now...
gregor shuts it behind her and passes over a decently-fluffy towel, exhaling a relieved sigh once he's sure her entrance isn't followed by pest control pounding on the door.]
[ wow, this towel is so fluffy. it already beats the shitty ones in the basement. as much as she'd like to pause and take a longer look at gregor's accommodations, she's just going to narrow her eyes at him instead while drying her hair off. ]
They mistook your arm as the insect, didn't they? I'm going to give them a piece of my mind.
But you have to! We've got no choice in the matter, not without the entire Company here.
[ though she still doubts that dante or even vergilius can even change things around on here. like everything in the City, the status quo needs to be maintained at all costs.
she takes a deep breath, leaning back on her seat. ]
At least you don't have to fuck for money. I mean, you still have to, but apparently I don't get to have free amenities in the room they got me. Can you believe it?
They really gave you the short end of the stick...
[which is just-- well. even if the room isn't worse than she's had before, according to her, it's still unpleasant hearing her phrase it that way.]
Say, you... know I don't mind sharing things like that, don't you? Can't very well just sit up here in plush digs like this and leave you with that as your only option.
[he holds his hand up in a little gesture of surrender.]
I know you can, but if they're not gonna give you whatever you need... isn't it gonna be a little hard to feel up to it if you're left thinking about things like how they didn't stock decent enough shampoo?
Good point... they only got communal bathrooms down there. They're clean, but I don't want to take too many chances.
[ huffs. ]
Also... I don't know. Maybe if worse comes to worst, we're going to have to consider doing each other just for money, so hopefully it won't come to that. [ a pause. ] Not that I would hate doing it with you, Gregor. It's just... us being coworkers and all.
[ and yet she fucked heathcliff anyway but gregor doesn't need to know that ]
excuse him a moment, he's bluescreening at the casual suggestion they might have to fuck each other to get by here, smacked right in the face with the followup. it's just one thing after another: 'hopefully not'. yeah, that's reasonable. 'not that i would hate it'. well, he understands, of course she wouldn't want to--
wait, what?]
Right, right, it'd be, ah, awfully awkward if we, you know- [an awkward laugh, rubbing at the back of his neck. of course. there is NO way the other sinners could ever know.] H-hopefully that won't be anything we need to worry about, yeah?
out here very much not thinking about ishmael admitting he's not at the bottom of her to-fuck list and then bathing in his suite. absolutely NOT going to consider this. at all.]
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[ bro she is literally fighting for her life down here. but wait, hold on. what did texas tell her about ranks, again... ]
What rank are you?
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[ she's going to send him a reel: pov you're on the top bunk of a disheveled capsule room, the floor flooding and leaking with water. it's so dire down here. ]
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[ not that it'd be easy for her to get seasick normally but. yeah. ]
What does your room look like? If you're an 8 that means you were handed a fancy suite, huh.
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[give him a sec, he just needs to... there we go. gregor sends her a photo of his suite's private bathroom, shower/tub combo and all. it's slightly blurry and off-center. then there's a photo of the comfy-looking bed, in much the same image quality.]
Now how's that for comfortable? Almost feels like it's Nest living... can't say I know what to do with all this space though, if I'm being honest.
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[ no, but. at least she can tell it's all swanky, unlike the cupboard she calls her room. ]
They're even fancier than some of the houses I've seen in my Nest. Jeez, Gregor, what did you even do to get that high of a rank?
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But there's plenty of room, if you wanna use any of it. You've barely got enough for you, nevermind clothes or anything.
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Well, I can at least keep you company. Can I visit you right now? It's so damp here.
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[ because she's still new here, and she can easily get lost if she's not careful. thankfully she's paying more attention to her surroundings -- perhaps a little too much, because when she arrives on the hall where gregor's suite is located, the floor is swarming with pest control pounding the pavement. ]
...Uh oh. [ she quickly marches over what she assumes is gregor's door and knocks on it. ] Gregor, let me in. It's Ishmael.
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[he practically drags her in, cracking the door open just enough to admit her. getting the attention of anyone hunting down a 'giant bug' is the last thing he needs to deal with right now...
gregor shuts it behind her and passes over a decently-fluffy towel, exhaling a relieved sigh once he's sure her entrance isn't followed by pest control pounding on the door.]
Phew...
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They mistook your arm as the insect, didn't they? I'm going to give them a piece of my mind.
[ mfers....... ]
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[he shakes his head, reaching up to rake his human hand through his bangs as he takes a seat on the edge of his bed.]
...I'll be fine.
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You sure you'll be fine? Not just with your accommodations, but with what they want us to do here.
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[simple! just, you know, settle into someplace unfamiliar and thoroughly opulent, and... and, you know....
oh, no. this is going to be hard.]
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[ just... his name. because no way in hell is she buying that. ]
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...I don't know how we're supposed to get used to a place like this, Ishmael-!
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[ though she still doubts that dante or even vergilius can even change things around on here. like everything in the City, the status quo needs to be maintained at all costs.
she takes a deep breath, leaning back on her seat. ]
At least you don't have to fuck for money. I mean, you still have to, but apparently I don't get to have free amenities in the room they got me. Can you believe it?
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[which is just-- well. even if the room isn't worse than she's had before, according to her, it's still unpleasant hearing her phrase it that way.]
Say, you... know I don't mind sharing things like that, don't you? Can't very well just sit up here in plush digs like this and leave you with that as your only option.
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Y-You sure? You know you don't have to pity me, right? I can take care of myself.
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[he holds his hand up in a little gesture of surrender.]
I know you can, but if they're not gonna give you whatever you need... isn't it gonna be a little hard to feel up to it if you're left thinking about things like how they didn't stock decent enough shampoo?
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[ huffs. ]
Also... I don't know. Maybe if worse comes to worst, we're going to have to consider doing each other just for money, so hopefully it won't come to that. [ a pause. ] Not that I would hate doing it with you, Gregor. It's just... us being coworkers and all.
[ and yet she fucked heathcliff anyway but gregor doesn't need to know that ]
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excuse him a moment, he's bluescreening at the casual suggestion they might have to fuck each other to get by here, smacked right in the face with the followup. it's just one thing after another: 'hopefully not'. yeah, that's reasonable. 'not that i would hate it'. well, he understands, of course she wouldn't want to--
wait, what?]
Right, right, it'd be, ah, awfully awkward if we, you know- [an awkward laugh, rubbing at the back of his neck. of course. there is NO way the other sinners could ever know.] H-hopefully that won't be anything we need to worry about, yeah?
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Just prepare yourself, okay? I'm just saying that... you wouldn't be on the bottom of my to-fuck list of all the people on the bus, if I had one.
[ don't ask her what that list entails ok, thanks ]
Anyway... [ stretches her arms. ] I'm tired. Do we have to share a room? Because I'm already good with bunking on this couch in the meantime.
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[he repeats, a little lamely, before grasping desperately at the offered change of subject.]
You can take the bed, if you want? The sofa's plenty cushy for me.
[even with his horrific back. let's be honest, even the nicest of beds couldn't fix that shit.]
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[ another sigh. ]
I won't... be too much of an intrusion to you. Promise. It's the least I can do.
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[he's just saying.]
...it, uh, it'd be nice to have a little familiar company around.
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Yeah. My thoughts exactly. I'd have gone crazy a long time ago if one of my friends aren't here, so...
[ ...ahem. ]
Anyway, I need to relax a bit. Is it okay if I take a bath here?
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[and he will be...
out here very much not thinking about ishmael admitting he's not at the bottom of her to-fuck list and then bathing in his suite. absolutely NOT going to consider this. at all.]