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Ah, so secretive...
[But she looks amused as she stands up.]
Where then?
[But she looks amused as she stands up.]
Where then?
[She's checking out the new locations as soon as she wakes up, so on Monday morning, she wonders into the planetarium. She's about to greet Mollymauk when she sees them, but then she sees the brightness at the corner of her vision and looks up. She's not really the type to be somber or reverent, but there is something a little bit quieter about her body language and her voice, when she speaks up.]
...Hey. Are those real?
...Hey. Are those real?
For a place we're supposed to enjoy, there's not too much to do, is there?
[She crosses her arms.]
So I guess the answer's yes! Did you have anything in mind?
[She crosses her arms.]
So I guess the answer's yes! Did you have anything in mind?
[She blinks in surprise as he reaches towards her, but she does stop. There's a light frown on her face as she looks at the elevator.]
Why's that?
Why's that?
[She happens to pass by the simulation room during one of the breaks he's taking outside, and slows down as she approaches instead of passing by.
...She doesn't really know what to say, but after a moment:]
Mollymauk?
...She doesn't really know what to say, but after a moment:]
Mollymauk?
[Setting this Tuesday because, uh. Monday is a bit of a wash for Molly. let's be real. He hasn't slept since Fuckin' Thursday. And even Sunday night was mostly because he managed to get himself so blackout drunk he just curled up anywhere for a while. Monday was mostly spent in a haze.
By the time Tuesday rolls around, he's ready to at least be able to look Endorsi in the eye. Raising a hand when she enters the same room as him.]
By the time Tuesday rolls around, he's ready to at least be able to look Endorsi in the eye. Raising a hand when she enters the same room as him.]
[She’s been fairly certain he hasn’t wanted to speak with her, and this feels like the kind of situation where she should let him come to her rather than the other way around. That being said, avoiding him entirely doesn’t suit her either, so she doesn’t leave the room when she sees him inside. She sees him raise his hand, and she pauses as she looks his way, the bruise on her face from being kicked in full display.]
...Yes?
[Just in case there’s anything he wants to start by saying. She sounds neutral, not guilty but not cheerful either.]
...Yes?
[Just in case there’s anything he wants to start by saying. She sounds neutral, not guilty but not cheerful either.]
[She's not a huge fan of the opium den, so she's only passing by, but - she does pause when she sees Molly inside, tilting her head from her space in the doorway.]
Oh? Do you like it in there?
[Just casual, like nothing noteworthy has happened today.]
Oh? Do you like it in there?
[Just casual, like nothing noteworthy has happened today.]
[A while after the execution ends, he'll be getting a knock on his door! From the other side:]
Mollymauk?
Mollymauk?
[There's a bit of silence, and then a clatter - the sound of someone moving around, and then finally, he gets the door.
Mostly he just looks fucking exhausted, a little bleary, but he opens the door for Endorsi and gestures for her to come in if she wants.]
Endorsi.
Mostly he just looks fucking exhausted, a little bleary, but he opens the door for Endorsi and gestures for her to come in if she wants.]
Endorsi.
[Molly's been avoiding people, mostly, but he's still wandering the halls attempting to keeping moving. Hiding doesn't seem to make it better. When he sees Endorsi, he'll raise a hand, but, the eye contact is perhaps a little too long, too sudden--]
[Fjord looks worried.
“So before you woke up in the dirt . . . nothing?”
You can feel the magic, pulling you. Whatever you say, it will be the truth. You’ve no choice about that for the moment. Jester doesn’t seem to be sorry at all.
“There is no before. Whatever happened before is not me. Some asshole got buried in the dirt. Fuck him. I am enjoying what I’m doing; I want nothing to do with that. Anything that came before, I was happy to just leave it be.”
“Do you really not want to know your past?” Nott is hesitant, hands in front of her, nervous.
“I really don’t. Whoever that was came to that end, and I want nothing to do with that. Whatever it was, it doesn’t feel good when I– the moment when something creeps through, I don’t like it. I don’t want anything to do with it. I was happy! I liked the circus! The circus was great!”
She tries again: “I’m sorry to belabor this, but what if you had a good life before this? What if you were famous or rich or had friends or family?”
At this, Yasha tries to intervene, how you love her, ”I think he’s quite an amazing person–“ but you interrupt anyway.
“Okay, here’s the thing that you’re not catching. That wasn’t me. This is mine. I don’t want anything from that other person anymore. That person is someone else. It was– I’m in for a penny, might as well. I’m told, although I don’t entirely remember this part, that I only said the word empty over and over again for the first week.”
Caleb, asks: “M.T.? Or empty?”
“Empty. That sounds terrible. I don’t want to remember anything. I don’t want to anybody else’s baggage in my head and I don’t want anybody else’s problems, thoughts, ideas. I like this person, right now is a good person. Is a fine person. Is a happy person. It’s very freeing. It’s the best thing– it’s the thing that happened to me. It’s not the best thing that happened to me, it’s the thing that happened to me. I found peace in building a new person.
What if the past feels that I owe it something?”
Beau pipes in, loud and brash as always. “You don’t owe your past shit. If I don’t feel anything about my past, but I still remember it and I still don’t give a fuck about where I came from then, why should you care about shit that you don’t even remember?”
You scowl right back at her.
“I spent two years before I met you all cajoling people, occasionally ripping them off, occasionally doing a good turn here or there. Never trust the truth. The truth is vicious. The truth thinks you owe it something. None of that. I like my bullshit. It’s good. It’s happy. It makes other people happy."
Nott, again: “But it’s not who you are . . . ?”
“It is exactly who I am. I may be a liar but I’m never a betrayer. I’m honest in my work, and I believe in doing a good turn. I’ve never cheated you out of money. I’ve never robbed from you. I stayed with that circus for two years, I know how people treat each other. It’s important. I don’t care where you’ve been. I don’t care what terrible things any of you have done. You’re here now. This is how it works.
I do my best every town I went to and every town I left, no matter how they treated me– and a lot of them treated me with deep disrespect. I left every town better than I found it.”
You can feel Beau’s glare from across the room. You don’t care. You don’t care at all what she thinks of you.
“Let me make this abundantly clear. My name is Molly. That person is dead and not me. It’s just a person who had this body. They abandoned it.
it’s mine now.”
And the memory fades. ]
“So before you woke up in the dirt . . . nothing?”
You can feel the magic, pulling you. Whatever you say, it will be the truth. You’ve no choice about that for the moment. Jester doesn’t seem to be sorry at all.
“There is no before. Whatever happened before is not me. Some asshole got buried in the dirt. Fuck him. I am enjoying what I’m doing; I want nothing to do with that. Anything that came before, I was happy to just leave it be.”
“Do you really not want to know your past?” Nott is hesitant, hands in front of her, nervous.
“I really don’t. Whoever that was came to that end, and I want nothing to do with that. Whatever it was, it doesn’t feel good when I– the moment when something creeps through, I don’t like it. I don’t want anything to do with it. I was happy! I liked the circus! The circus was great!”
She tries again: “I’m sorry to belabor this, but what if you had a good life before this? What if you were famous or rich or had friends or family?”
At this, Yasha tries to intervene, how you love her, ”I think he’s quite an amazing person–“ but you interrupt anyway.
“Okay, here’s the thing that you’re not catching. That wasn’t me. This is mine. I don’t want anything from that other person anymore. That person is someone else. It was– I’m in for a penny, might as well. I’m told, although I don’t entirely remember this part, that I only said the word empty over and over again for the first week.”
Caleb, asks: “M.T.? Or empty?”
“Empty. That sounds terrible. I don’t want to remember anything. I don’t want to anybody else’s baggage in my head and I don’t want anybody else’s problems, thoughts, ideas. I like this person, right now is a good person. Is a fine person. Is a happy person. It’s very freeing. It’s the best thing– it’s the thing that happened to me. It’s not the best thing that happened to me, it’s the thing that happened to me. I found peace in building a new person.
What if the past feels that I owe it something?”
Beau pipes in, loud and brash as always. “You don’t owe your past shit. If I don’t feel anything about my past, but I still remember it and I still don’t give a fuck about where I came from then, why should you care about shit that you don’t even remember?”
You scowl right back at her.
“I spent two years before I met you all cajoling people, occasionally ripping them off, occasionally doing a good turn here or there. Never trust the truth. The truth is vicious. The truth thinks you owe it something. None of that. I like my bullshit. It’s good. It’s happy. It makes other people happy."
Nott, again: “But it’s not who you are . . . ?”
“It is exactly who I am. I may be a liar but I’m never a betrayer. I’m honest in my work, and I believe in doing a good turn. I’ve never cheated you out of money. I’ve never robbed from you. I stayed with that circus for two years, I know how people treat each other. It’s important. I don’t care where you’ve been. I don’t care what terrible things any of you have done. You’re here now. This is how it works.
I do my best every town I went to and every town I left, no matter how they treated me– and a lot of them treated me with deep disrespect. I left every town better than I found it.”
You can feel Beau’s glare from across the room. You don’t care. You don’t care at all what she thinks of you.
“Let me make this abundantly clear. My name is Molly. That person is dead and not me. It’s just a person who had this body. They abandoned it.
it’s mine now.”
And the memory fades. ]
[Giving him a sidelong glance as she walks in.]
...Maybe we'll find out tomorrow. [But, for now:] What's with the fridge?
...Maybe we'll find out tomorrow. [But, for now:] What's with the fridge?
[She's in the common room, looking at the bar with a frown - but when she notices Molly, she turns his way.]
...I wonder if we'll get any better at this.
...I wonder if we'll get any better at this.
[In the morning, as she usually does, Endorsi is checking out the new locations! And upon entering the airport terminal... Molly will find her next to one of the kiosks, where she's holding a large enough assortment of tacky souvenirs that she's having trouble holding all of them. her stuff now (no it isn't)
Anyways, she's looking over at him with an uncharacteristically sour expression.]
What?
Anyways, she's looking over at him with an uncharacteristically sour expression.]
What?
[Molly is just
having the absolutely fucking time of his life? This place is so weird and wonderful! There's big beautiful windows, there's all sorts of little shops full of tacky junk, there's a place that has something called pretzels. It does not get better than this? Who wouldn't love this place. Happening upon Endorsi is just an additional fun surprise.]
What!
having the absolutely fucking time of his life? This place is so weird and wonderful! There's big beautiful windows, there's all sorts of little shops full of tacky junk, there's a place that has something called pretzels. It does not get better than this? Who wouldn't love this place. Happening upon Endorsi is just an additional fun surprise.]
What!
[So, assuming this takes place AFTER his public attempted drowning, Molly will just. Hold up a finger when Endorsi approaches.]
Alright, I know you can say whatever you like, but carefully consider that you get one shot at this, and to make it count.
Alright, I know you can say whatever you like, but carefully consider that you get one shot at this, and to make it count.
[She glances over his way, looking like she's struggling with something - maybe she's trying very hard to find a good command to give him? Or maybe it has something to do with the way that she slowly walks over before grabbing onto his outstretched hand with both of hers, provided he doesn't move away before she can.
It's probably fine, even if she looks like she wants to sink into the floor.]
I'm not doing this because I want to...
It's probably fine, even if she looks like she wants to sink into the floor.]
I'm not doing this because I want to...
[Well then.
She doesn’t want to stop him from resting, but she does want to see how he is before curfew, so she heads into the medbay a while before the doors lock to check on him.
How does he seem?]
She doesn’t want to stop him from resting, but she does want to see how he is before curfew, so she heads into the medbay a while before the doors lock to check on him.
How does he seem?]
[A while after the announcement concludes, she's heading to the medbay to see how Molly's doing! And as she walks in, leaning lightly against the doorframe:]
Feeling any better?
Feeling any better?
Me too... This week is the worst.
[What is she supposed to do if she can't terrorize people as easily! At least she can complain about it. The one saving grace. But she does look curious when he says that!]
What did you have in mind?
[What is she supposed to do if she can't terrorize people as easily! At least she can complain about it. The one saving grace. But she does look curious when he says that!]
What did you have in mind?
It took them long enough to put something like that here! I'm not going to waste it now that they have.
[She looks so happy... So gratified. She's heading for the table with the nail polish, tilting her head as she looks over the variety of colors.]
Hm... Pink or red?
[She looks so happy... So gratified. She's heading for the table with the nail polish, tilting her head as she looks over the variety of colors.]
Hm... Pink or red?
[A few hours after they all come back, she’s moving out of the medbay so she can get a change of clothes. The scratches are about three quarters healed, and her two missing fingers are back even if they’re Outside Bones at the moment.
When she speaks upon seeing him, her voice sounds stilted and slow, like she has to force the words out instead of saying them normally.]
...I’ll take this over the golf club.
[It’s half a bad joke, even though she sounds tired as she says it.]
When she speaks upon seeing him, her voice sounds stilted and slow, like she has to force the words out instead of saying them normally.]
...I’ll take this over the golf club.
[It’s half a bad joke, even though she sounds tired as she says it.]
[it looks like she has! well, for the most part. the injuries that were on her face and shoulder are gone, and her fingers are - muscle and nerve rather than bone. it's a work in progress.
when she speaks, it kind of sounds like she's talking around something in her mouth? it's weird.]
This is probably as much as I'll do today.
[she looks... very angry, but she's trying to hold it down.]
when she speaks, it kind of sounds like she's talking around something in her mouth? it's weird.]
This is probably as much as I'll do today.
[she looks... very angry, but she's trying to hold it down.]
[well! since he's looking around for her, molly will find her in the kitchen, just kind of leaning against the counter and staring up at the ceiling, arms crossed. she is already kind of bruised by this point. why.
she looks over as she sees him, but she doesn't say anything.]
she looks over as she sees him, but she doesn't say anything.]
Edited 2021-03-21 02:41 (UTC)
Yep!
[just. easily. there's some lingering irritation and unhappiness when he reminds her of yesterday, but it's muddled by the genuine happiness and excitement brought on by Clothes. she has like ten different dresses in her arms already.
also since i don't want to be perceived and am only doing this in pcs, 7.5/10.]
But it's not really a surprise, is it?
[just. easily. there's some lingering irritation and unhappiness when he reminds her of yesterday, but it's muddled by the genuine happiness and excitement brought on by Clothes. she has like ten different dresses in her arms already.
also since i don't want to be perceived and am only doing this in pcs, 7.5/10.]
But it's not really a surprise, is it?
Edited 2021-03-23 17:18 (UTC)
[chilling on the beach on this fine friday! she’s just sitting on the sand, watching the water. there’s enough different feelings going on that it’s hard to pick them apart, but she glances mollymauk’s way when she sees him.]
...Not really a surprise, I guess, right?
...Not really a surprise, I guess, right?
Edited 2021-03-27 00:09 (UTC)
[Beach.......
She's not really doing anything too interesting when he comes across her, just chilling on the shore again. But when she sees him:]
Hey. Another reading with the card you made last night? And another for you, too.
She's not really doing anything too interesting when he comes across her, just chilling on the shore again. But when she sees him:]
Hey. Another reading with the card you made last night? And another for you, too.
[molly is just vibing near the shrine - he's taken up a seat under one of the shady trees, sitting on his coat and just sketching in what looks like the pages of a coloring book. Or he's just using the coloring book to support whatever he's actually drawing on.
He's also smoking? this is fine. Nothing seems obviously off at first glance, but, weirdly, the red eye tattoos on his neck and hands have now turned gold. And there's the odd tint to his horns that isn't quite their usual color.]
He's also smoking? this is fine. Nothing seems obviously off at first glance, but, weirdly, the red eye tattoos on his neck and hands have now turned gold. And there's the odd tint to his horns that isn't quite their usual color.]
[i hate that i have to do this like every pc but she has a new pretty deep bruise on her face since the last time he saw her
anyways! she's approaching him to see what he's drawing. nosy. there's something off about some of the skin just above the collar of her dress, but she seems like she's trying pretty hard to ignore it.]
anyways! she's approaching him to see what he's drawing. nosy. there's something off about some of the skin just above the collar of her dress, but she seems like she's trying pretty hard to ignore it.]
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