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W0 - MONDAY

[headmt]

[Oh, turns out they were both heading to the planetarium. Molly is laying on one of the mats on the floor, legs kicked up and arm behind his head. Just vibing with the stars, feeling a little more comfortable. Not so cramped in here. When Primrose walks in, he’ll enthusiastically wave.]

Oh! Come over here and look at this. It’s really amazing.

[femmefinale]

I imagine you could lose yourself in such am activity.

[ But sure, she'll jangle on over and seat herself down on the mat closest to him, tipping her head back to look up. ]

W0, Saturday

[femmefinale]

[ Well. Molly was clearly going to be having a rough time tonight and ordinarily, Primrose would let him be, but she thinks if nothing else... she ought to at least see what he wants. If he wants to be alone, so be it. Or perhaps he'll just be in the simulation room all night, but as she pauses by the kitchen to get a drink before making her way there, huh! ]

Ah, Molly.

[ Speak of the not!dragon. ]

[headmt]

[Molly is just standing there, at the kitchen counter. Looking a little blank and lost. He'd promised he'd be back soon, but. Well. He'll turn around when she says his name.]

Ah. Primrose. Hello. Having a good evening?

[lmao]

W1 - TUESDAY

[headmt]

[Hi. Someone's much less a sad sack today. Or at least has transferred literally all of his Sadness Energy into Repression Energy. He'll raise a hand in greeting when he sees her.]

Enjoying the new floor?

[femmefinale]

Would that I could.

[ She's... so grumpy... ]

Week 1, Sunday

[femmefinale]

[ idk where Molly is, but wherever Molly is, Primrose will appear!

Normally. Just saying, it's a normal appearance. ]

Has your skill with your cards returned?

[headmt]

[Molly is just in the hallway near the medbay, just. decompressing a bit after everything. there's a lot that just happened, and he isn't quite sure what to do with it all yet.

At the question he stands up a little taller, digging in his jacket pocket to pull out the deck. Then he shuffles it, quickly and competently.]

Ah-- so far, it seems to be there.

W2 - MONDAY - 1/2

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

2/2

[headmt]

[ It’s chaos.

This bloody dirt road, the middle of fucking nowhere. Ice still shimmers off one of the carts - why hadn’t she fucking warned you that Lorenzo was a spell caster? - there’s shouts and screams and orders being barked through the air. You can’t see Nott. You can’t see Caleb, but you can hear someone yelling off, not too far away. What was her name? Keg? Is practically cowering, paralyzed with fear somewhere across the way.

You can see Beau, scrambling to? From? Somewhere. She’s going somewhere, but it isn’t-

Between you. a man. Lorenzo. You know his name. That he has your friends captured, somewhere. Somehow. You have to stop him, and,

It’s too fucking close is what it is. She’s bleeding too. You’re bleeding, the eye on your hand is dripping, making holding your sword a little difficult and you think

Fuck

There’s the brief flash of bright pain you always feel when you use the Maledict, that’s familiar, but this time it digs a little too deep, it cuts too far and you’re on your ass before you can tell what’s happening.

Lorenzo turns to you, readying that nasty looking glaive

You can feel -

Blood splatters out of your mouth with the impact.

You grip at the blade at the end of the weapon - the part that’s not stuck eight inches deep in your chest - uselessly. the blood on your hands making it slick, the eye bleeding, and bleeding and bleeding—

It doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t hurt, is the thing you think to yourself, blade in your chest, back on the ground, looking up at this man - his boot on your stomach now, except of course. It hurts. You gasp for air, but there’s only more blood.

“An example it is.”

He looks down at you, leaning in close - as his hand tightens on the grip of his weapon it begins to twist. Excruciating pain. You’re dead. You’re dead and your brain, your heart, your betrayer of a body hasn’t quite caught the message yet.

Your mouth fills with blood again and you spit in his face. It hits with a splatter and he turns, only briefly, reaching up to touch it.

It’s cold today. It’s still morning, and it’s cold. snow is starting to fall. The man - Lorenzo - smirks down at you, wipes the blood from his face

“Respect.”

Then he twists the blade hard and you not so much hear as feel a crack.

Your eyes never shut.

And then it’s over. ]

W2 - FRIDAY

[headmt]

[hey prim - molly will just come over when he sees her - leaning against whatever wall might be there.]

. . . I really did like Luca.

[femmefinale]

[ Primrose is also leaning against the wall! Wall buddies!! ]

... As did I. And I also enjoyed Steven's company.

Week 3, Monday

[femmefinale]

[ The library is probably meant to be a quiet space of peace and scholarly pursuits, so... perfect for Cyrus. Not so much for one dancer, let alone two, but Primrose seems to be content with finding an unoccupied area. ]

Truly, I don't feel as though you need my help with dancing when you're already quite skilled, but if you insist... I'll offer my aid.

[headmt]

I am most certainly not skilled! I can spin extravagantly, but I'd trip on my own tail if you ask me to do anything complex, promise! I've heard of something called a waltz and I think you're the perfect teacher.

[Holding out his hands, eagerly. Come on, come on. Maybe he mostly just wants to be spun around again.]

Week 3, Thursday

[femmefinale]

[ Primrose prefers to stay on the fringes of things. To keep to herself, more than anything. And as alarmed as she is to see Molly as wrecked as she is, he's swarmed enough by well-meaning and upset people. So she stays back.

And again, she stays behind when he's taken to the medbay, knowing just how many people are going to want to check on him and ask him questions.

But finally, she makes an appearance, silently as she looks him over to see how he's actually faring. ]

[headmt]

[He's hauled himself out of the pod for the time being, clearly just. so bored of sitting in there. He still looks pretty thrashed, his nose is broken, and the hole in his chest is barely healed over. when he talks, it's with a bit of a wheeze. but he's upright! and not currently bleeding.]

Primrose. I feel instantly cheered up seeing your face, you know.

W3 - SATURDAY

[headmt]

[hi primrose. molly will just come find her 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.

[femmefinale]

[ Primrose glances at him, then offers her hand to the cat. ]

Yes. And I won't deny that I did vote for him.

W4 - FRIDAY

[headmt]

[HEY PRIMROSE well wherever she is molly is flagging her down a little frantically]

Ah-- Did you know the House is on fire? The house is on fire. Where we stayed? It was on fire.

[femmefinale]

... Sorry? Fire?

[ Uh????? ]

Week 4, post-execution

[femmefinale]

[ Hi, Molly. Primrose had to go check on Someone first, but you're next on her list.

She looks, at least, less poker-faced than she did watching the execution. ]

How are you faring?

[headmt]

[Hi! He's just wandering a bit, occasionally glancing at his phone, but he puts it away when he sees Primrose.]

... I'm alright. Bit of a rough week, but aren't they all at this point?

Week 5, Monday

[femmefinale]

[ They'd promised to meet up and so once she'd checked out the area, she figured Molly would end up here sooner or later and why not try this particular area out, right? Right.

So Primrose may not have used a spa before, but she seems to have very quickly understood its intention and so she's already gone ahead and changed into a robe for now.

Sort of.

She's parted the robe enough to frown at a scar on her stomach, looking entirely perplexed. ]

[headmt]

[Molly's just hanging out in the soaking tub. He is. I'm sorry. He's not bothering with clothes. He's not an animal. you don't wear clothes in the spa. Just looking over a bit curiously?]

Alright over there, darling?

W5 - SUNDAY

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[presumably some time after he yeets childe into the medbay with vira, he'll just come track down Prim. He has a cigarette though so I hope she's not a DARE officer. Just. What a day!]

Don't punch the walls. It's bad for your knuckles.

[femmefinale]

They'll heal.

[ They're just a little scraped now, it's fine. But she does seem to be calmer for it. ]

W6 - TUESDAY

[headmt]

[hi prim I know you're bolting but if you're on the beach at any time on tuesday, molly has eventually just - flopped himself down on one of the beach chairs, totally boneless. it's fine. don't worry about it.]

[femmefinale]

[ Listen-- yes, she is fleeing, but also Molly is either asleep or unconscious or dying and she can't just ignore him if it's one of the latter two, so she just cautiously leans over from behind the chair to check for signs of. Well. Life. ]

W6 - SATURDAY

[headmt]

[hallo primrose. molly will just come find her wherever she is on saturday evening, looking. well. tired, but mostly relieved.]

. . . Thank you again. You-- we owe you.

[femmefinale]

[ She still isn't sure how to feel and that much shows - or is felt - when she glances at him with equally tired eyes. ]

You needn't thank me, Molly. All I did was listen.

[ To a lot of people. Who had a lot to say about her beliefs. At once. ]

W7 - WED

[headmt]

[Just coming to chill in the shrine - though he'll wave and come over when he sees primrose.]

Doing alright?

[femmefinale]

[ She's just chilling, enjoying the ambiance, though she does glance over her shoulder with a smile. ]

There's been a lot to think about, but I'm managing. What of you, Molly?

Week 7, Saturday

[femmefinale]

[ Wow she's definitely exhausted--!! And ready to wash all this blood off, but first she's going to stop by the beach? And... hm. ]

I'm a little surprised to see you by yourself.

[headmt]

Just ... taking a second, you know?

[He looks over at her, and just smiles? Happy to see her.]

I think everything is going to be alright, but-- if it is my last night, then I want to enjoy it too.