PC: CHILDE

[headmt]

Comments

W0 - SATURDAY

[headmt]

[Hey, sup. If Molly sees Childe just vibing anywhere he'll immediately wave and bound over, because they're friends now. You see. One tarot reading and a bitch thinks you've bonded.]

How is your Future panning out, darling?

[toyska]

[I'M IN TEARS but Childe is not, because you know what, sure, they can be friends! Molly's cards were kind of rude but tbh it's nothing he's never heard before, so eh. In fact, he greets him with a wink!]

Oh, you know, just practicing my "machinations". [Such machinations as: how to make people stop destroying the furniture with cheez whiz, perhaps] And yourself? Are you settling in well?

week 0, wednesday

[toyska]

[Hello Molly, wherever you are!! Let's say it's in the common room. Maybe Childe's getting himself a drink after their eventful (haha, event) day. What is he drinking? Let's say baijiu or something idk. He's wearing different clothing than usual, but it's just the dark gray and red version of his usual clothes because Genshin doesn't believe in outfit swaps and it's all I have. Will Childe ever button his shirt properly? Signs point to no.

HOW IS MOLLY DOING THOUGH. He'll lift a hand in greeting, then gesture for Molly to join him.]

Quite the day we had, hm?

[headmt]

Certainly interesting. Someone would have left me to fester on a boat rather than kiss me, and that's always a blow to the ego.

[Molly seems just fine! Though very interested in whatever he's drinking.]

What do you have? Share.

W0 - FRIDAY

[headmt]

[Hey Childe. If he's heading towards the elevator, Molly will reach out and put a hand on his chest to stop him for the moment. Not with any force, just a maybe not gesture.]

I wouldn't. Things filled with blood.

[toyska]

[Hello Molly! Childe's--messing with his hair, for some reason? As he walks, but he looks up when Molly stops him, and blinks.]

--Is it getting cleaned up?

[Childe whatever the right reaction was here, that wasn't it.]

w0, saturday

[toyska]

[It'll take a little time, but eventually Childe will come find Molly, especially since he wanted to check out the simulation room again anyway. Unfortunately it's jail now. Damn.

But for all that he's usually amiable charm and cheer, he looks serious now, hands in his pockets.]

How is she?

[headmt]

[Well, with a little time some of the adrenaline seems to have faded from . . . all of that bullshit. So Molly is just outside of it for now. Maybe while Beau is talking to someone else for a few minutes. He just looks off down the hall at the question.]

What a question. How would you be?

W1 - FRIDAY

[headmt]

[okay god i assume they crawled away from the SWEAT LODGE of the medbay at some point, but molly will circle back to find childe sometime during the day, raising a hand.]

. . . Interesting night.

[toyska]

[SWEAT LODGE... GOD... awful. Molly how are your arms.

But yeah at some point after mini-inves Childe dipped out to take a shower, so he is freshly laundered, and in the black version of his outfit. Laundry later...

Anyway! He nods in greeting, hands in his pockets.]

How are you doing? [After what they woke up to, and the announcement.]

W1 - SATURDAY

[headmt]

[Oh, hey. Welcome to the void, I suppose. Or at least a hallway. Molly will raise a hand, waving a little.]

Talk about this or something else entirely unrelated?

[toyska]

[A hallway! Where is Child even headed, idk. Maybe the common room for a drink, but only a small one, because effects... ugh.

The greeting makes him laugh, though, and he puts a hand on his hip.]

That's up to you, comrade! It was a bit of a mess [very entertaining tbh he loves chaos] but I can't say I knew anyone involved that well.

[That's a nice way of saying he doesn't care about the dead people]

W2 - MONDAY - 1/2

[headmt]

[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 Childe, he'll raise a hand, but, the eye contact is perhaps a little too long, too sudden--]

[headmt]

[ The memory is clear and bright, in the way that most terrifying experiences are, when you think them over.

You’ve just descended the stairs to the speakeasy of this Gentleman you’ve heard so much about, when a tabaxi turns to your group. She starts:

“Halt friends, I do not r— Lucien?” Her eyes widen in shock, but you still don’t know who she is, you’re racking your memory, but the name

The name makes you feel ill, all of a sudden, an itch at the back of your skull. There’s no time to consider it.

“It has been too long, two ye–”

“Far too long!”

“Two years!” She laughs, bright, hands still gripping your shoulders on either side, tightly, like an old, old friend. “Look at you! You grew out your hair! And you are covered in tattoos!”

There’s something in her expression that seems confused about this, as her eyes flit to your hands, your neck.

“We’ll catch up, we need a table, we need drinks for me and my compatriots.”

“Of course, you– these are your friends now?” She looks over your group, appraising, but then goes to do as you’ve asked. Drinks and a table.

You now get a better look up at the top, some skulking individuals with long dark cloaks and dark armor, carrying what looks almost like a heavy crossbow, but it’s a long, metal rod. You’ve only seen them in use here and there. A recently emerging technology that has been largely guarded within use of the empire itself.

The second she turns, you give Fjord - a green, half-orcish man, a little pat on the back and hiss a whisper at him.

“I’m sorry, this is my nightmare, please just go with it? It’s Lucien.”

He simply looks a bit baffled in return. The tabaxi returns to the table, reaching her hands out for yours.

“Oh, too long.” She starts quickly, sitting up straighter, then her face suddenly turns apologetic. You see all the faces of your friends, twisted in confusion. They aren’t even trying to hide it.

“Nonagon. I apologize for using your old name. Nonagon, it is a pleasure to see you again.”

“Who can keep track these days? Again, a long story.” You manage to croak out. She doesn’t seem to notice. She just looks concerned.

“Nonagon, what happened? We watched you die.”

She looks expectant. As do the rest of them at the table. Jester, Fjord, Nott, Caleb, Beau. All of their eyes are trained on you. They all await your answer.

The memory fades. ]

w2, friday

[toyska]

[Hello Molly! Have one (1) freshly healed Childe, wandering around the base now. It's late evening, and he looks tired, understandably--but both his (gloveless, now) hands are there, and all his recent injuries are healed up.

He lifts one of said hands in greeting, though his fingers don't curl properly as he does. It's fine.]

Would you care to fill me in, comrade? I've been stuck in those pods for a while.

[headmt]

. . . Was your hand a skeleton too?

[yeah so he'd seen gu yun earlier.]

W3 - TUESDAY

[headmt]

[hey childe, where you at my man. doesn't really matter, molly just looks. energetic this week? it's fine. bounding over, waving.]

Finding new and exciting things to stave off boredom, friend?

[toyska]

[Can't believe Molly discovered coffee

But Childe waves to him! He's probably on his way to the simulation room, or the library, but either way, he's in no rush, so he'll stop.]

Looking for trouble, as always. [But he winks like he's joking. Is he joking? A mystery.] And you, comrade?

w3, thursday

[toyska]

[BINCH

Childe shows up as soon as Molly is out of the pod and punches him directly back into it--

--no I'm kidding he does not do that. But eventually, once Molly's out of the pod and his fifteen boyfriends (and girlfriends? theyfriends? idk Molly's life) have gone to take a walk, he is here with his arms crossed!! MOLLY!!!!]

What happened to "routine"?

[HE KNOWS MOLLY PROBABLY DIDN'T HAVE A CHOICE BUT STILL let him grumble for a second]

[headmt]

[NO!!!!!

actually he probably should be punched back into it. he clearly needs more time in there. his face is still a mess and the hole in his fucking chest is only just healed over. but he's fine. He's fine!]

Believe it or not, but being impaled apparently is my routine now.

[He still sounds pretty wheezy too. like. one of his lungs is still fucked up.]

W3 - SATURDAY

[headmt]

[hi childe. molly will just come find him at some point after trial, sitting himself down with frumpkin purring away in his lap at all the petting and attention.]

So. At least we caught someone! At least we caught someone.

[toyska]

[Hello Molly and Frumpkin, which is the best name for a cat and I'm so sad Childe won't appreciate it. He will, however, stop and hold his hand out for Frumpkin to sniff!]

That we did. Well done on your plan, again.

W5 - SATURDAY

[headmt]

[



hey childe.

molly just comes into the jailzone and immediately digs in his pocket and holds up the circus crystal?]

What in the hells is up with this?

[toyska]

[Hi Molly

He looks far too fucking amused by this. Terrible.]

A backup plan that I didn't need to use.

[honey you wasted your time]

I would've put it back in my room, but I wasn't sure if you'd be led there or not.

W6 - TUESDAY

[headmt]

[sometime on tuesday i assume childe is in gay baby jail, so molly is swinging by for a chatskis

though he's brought a peace offering - a cup of tea in a to-go mug and a bearclaw? wow. he'll just push it through the bars.]

Don't know how you take it.

[toyska]

[Oh--the surprise on his face is genuine, according to his emotions, but he sits up, accepting them and setting them to the side with a nod of thanks. They're probably poisoned? It's fine.]

The boredom?

w7, thursday

[toyska]

[You know, he genuinely kind of wants to apologize to Molly for having no Beau. But--well, for one thing, he doubts it would be appreciated from him. For another, it's not like there's much he can do about it. And, well... Molly's relationships and emotions have been made public enough, haven't they?

So although his steps falter a little when he comes across Molly, it's only for a moment before he greets him with a smile. Please ignore his tiny wings fluttering just a little.]

All of that really could've been more graceful.

[headmt]

[Eh, it isn't like it's Childe's fault, really. Hopefully? Did Childe actually orchestrate this whole murder game.

Molly himself hadn't had too many pride changes earlier, but they're starting to come back now, his eyes are solid gold - both the ones in his head and the visible "tattoo" ones on his body, on the side of his neck and back of his hand.]

Don't suppose there's any chance you died and had a change of heart too?

w7, saturday

[toyska]

[Well. You know.

The thing about Childe is that despite what other people think of him, he doesn't dislike hardly anyone. Regardless of how Molly feels about him, Childe likes Molly--and more importantly, he has a very good memory.

"We're-- something of a ragtag family, though I think she'd hit me again to hear me say it."

"...There isn't much that's more important than family."

So after Molly's had some time and some space, Childe will come find him at the bar!]

How is she?

[It is very much a relief to be asking that question in better circumstances.]

[headmt]

[The really unfortunately news is that despite a lot of shit Childe has pulled, Molly still enjoys talking to him? He still enjoys his company. Just. Maybe wouldn't trust him to watch a ham sandwich for him.

He's just grabbing a bottle down from one of the taller shelves - the good stuff? - and is climbing on top of the bar to do it.]

Oh, well, exhausted I think, but that's an upgrade from dead, isn't it? You and I would both know that.