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[ what's up fam Hawke has reached BORED status "it's Monday" bored to tears I tell you. catch her staring unhappily at her newest mark on her arm and wondering if fire works as a cleanser ]

Maker. Why'd it have to be spiders, anyway?

[ so you know how you can have a good day but suddenly a memory from your past hardballs directly into your face and now you're left spiraling?

welcome to the memshare version ]

[Camille can be found in the refectory now. She has a plate and a glass of water in front of her, both untouched. She still smells of smoke in spite of her efforts.

Oh yeah her head is fully on the table.]

[ voids us for now. hawke will just be shuffling her way agonizingly to camille and tap on the nearest wall to get her attention ]

Your head still attached alright?

[ kabby if you're dead i swear to god.

anyway. hawke is coming over to hang with her after the debate nonsense ]

I've not half an idea over what most of them were talking about and at this point I'm not quite sure I want to know.

[Camille is

existing. I guess.

She's actually sat by the pyre staring red eyed at the bulletin board. Hawke's missed whatever tears there might have been but Camille still sniffles as she looks up. Grimacing by way of greeting.]

Less than usual. I should take that as a good sign, maybe.

[ well. hawke is incredibly easy to find after the announcement tonight. just listen for the bellowing.

at the waters edge somewhere on the boardwalk, hawke simply shrieks her rage out into the sea. the call for vengeance and retribution sure sounds like it's two seconds away from summoning something to destroy them all. ]

[They are at the Surgery Ward. Camille is unfortunately stricken with the hug curse so Hawke is going to have to put up with their arms being looped together. She surveys the room with a sinking feeling.]

What kind of "Paradise" was this supposed to be?

[Camille has no mind for company. No mind to be alone. No mind for much of anything, really. She's gone and fetched the fresh whisky she'd bought from Elysium this week, letting it dangle from one hand as she wanders, listless. Thoughtless.

Until she sees Hawke.]

...Hey.

[Crosses her path sometime after the refectory business]

...Hi.

You feeling...better?

[They have been swampethed.

Camille is probably dragging herself out by the elbows, erases every concerned soul who waits by the swamp for healed friends. She collapses on the bank, breathing hard, and then looking to the side.

Hello Hawke.]

Come here often?

Edited 2024-07-26 00:55 (UTC)

[ HAHAHA SO THAT SURE HAPPENED. knowing what was coming sure didn't make it any less easier to deal with.

you can find hawke tucked away somewhere crying quietly. ]

[ we did it!! she's swanning over to check up on the squishiest half of her people ]

Well! Wasn't that something?

w0, mon

w2, mon

WEEK 2: Friday

w3, mon

w3, weds backdated

WEEK 4: Tuesday

w4, fri

WEEK 5: Monday

WEEK 5: Saturday

WEEK 6: Monday

WEEK 6: Thursday

w6, sun

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