catch-all: robin.

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week zero, saturday.

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[we are in the (throws dart) pyre. asa idly drags her feet across one of the lines etched on the ground, frowning when it somehow manages to stay right in place.]

... Still no use, huh?

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Are you trying to erase it?

[ unsure if the pentagram is a symbol of similar meaning in hsr despite her angel motif. ]

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[she nods...]

I'm wondering if it's even possible.

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If you can't... perhaps it is part of whatever this place is, more than an addition to it.

week two, monday

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[ I WANT A MEMORY IN RETURN. I'M STATING THAT FIRST, but i'm still writing my memories up. you'll get it in the next tag or the next next tag.

robin is go up to asa when she sees her first thing in the cabin. she wanted to give her room to rest yesterday, but robin was and is still very worried. ]

Ms. Asa, how are you doing?

[ girl what is the status of your life and your injuries ]

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[EXTREMELY VALID... i finally got my list together so lmk if you have a pref or any cws to avoid!!

the status of her life and her injuries is that they are both being held together by tape. it's fine.]

I'm okay. Though, I'm disappointed we lost our showers already... [OUR BEACH. GONE.] How are you holding up?

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[ i'll take losing the arm or getting betrayed

hope asa has found the swamp by now. the injuries held together by tape get a concerned frown from robin. ]

It would have been nice if we were able to keep them. The beach was soothing in its own way. I'm— [ before she can finish saying she's fine, too, the shadows come. ]

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[she will die from sepsis before she willingly touches the swamp... it's fine.

more importantly, SHE GOT SHOT IN THE THROAT? HELLO??? without meaning to, asa touches her hand to her own throat.]

Robin...?

week 2, sunday

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[ assuming asa would come to check in on her, so robin is chilling on her bed in the cabin. i don't have swamp results yet.... so i'm being vague until i do.

she manages some kind of smile when she notices asa enter. ]

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[she is indeed checking up on her. congrats on having a room to yourself robin... except nobody wanted this.

she doesn't smile back, since she barely does even on a good day. but there's a small nod-- hi.]

How are you feeling?

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[ nobody wanted this!! robin doesn't want a room to herself. ]

I've felt better, but it's not the worse I've ever felt.

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[a slight grimace because, yeah. she HAS had worse, huh?]

... I guess not. But having to participate in these things is still awful.

week 4, monday

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[ robin is crouched to the ground, looking at pawprints left around the camp. she's frowning.

this place should be abandoned, too, shouldn't it....? although there were spiders last week.... should we worry...?

andie isn't alive for the howling jokes. ]

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[andie is here with us in spirit. the howling lives on.

asa frowns, leaning over to look at the pawprints on the ground.]

... There's no way those are from a really big dog, is there?

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[ she barks and then covers her mouth like it's a cough. ]

More impossible things have happened here, but...

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Ah.

[NOT THE BARKING. she sighs.]

You got cursed too?

week five, monday.

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[this is before gaston. i am not strong enough to rp teen girl gaston in all my pcs, okay.

anyway, we are in (throws dart) somnovium! asa is frowning at the strange, blackish material clinging to the door. both confusion and apprehension come through, with a faint, constant sense of dread and grief.]

How long until someone tries to taste this...?

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[ everyone's vibes are making robin constantly concerned. those are her vibes.

there is concern for this material and for asa's question. ]

... Most... won't.

[ most of their evidence eaters are dead. ]

I have faith they won't try it unless it comes up.... later. [ in murder evidence. ]

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Even that feels too optimistic. Weren't people drinking blood from a tree two weeks ago?

week five, saturday.

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[... man. there's nothing but grief and pure resignation coming through her emotions as she approaches the veil. she will stop once she can see through it to look at robin. what is she doing?]

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[ there's only violence and bloodthirst here, but at least it feels somewhat coiled for now.

she's just standing there, looking murderous, not doing anything in particular for now. ]

Is that all you're going to do?

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[man.]

It's not like I can do anything else. Not with the veil. [frowning, she watches her. is she still robin shaped?] Who was it? Nina or Astarion?

week six, wednesday

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[ asa was so valid for wanting to explode boys with her mind.

robin doesn't quite think that, but she's here.... ]

Miss Asa. Is our visit worth the - cake?

[ the... sad cake... ]

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[the boys are on thin ice]

Well, yeah. Though, we could have done without the cake or the banner... What was up with that?

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I wish I knew. I suppose without Mr. Will, things are getting a little dire in terms of... decor. Or nourishment.

[ it's a little yikes ]