.:Private Conversations Between Blade & Rodya:.

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week 0, tuesday, mess hall

[baebladie]

[ People need to eat. Or something like that.

Blade doesn't enjoy even life's simple things, too far gone for that. But unlike before, instead of straying away from people, he waltzes on over towards a brunette, and with emotionshare there is a lot of focusing in on her with the desire to relay something. ]

...You. We meet again.

[ Beat and raising a brow as he lifts his chin. ]

Just remember I warned you..."RC", or rather, "Roti".

[ Like rotisserie chicken. She wants to dare embarrass him? Two can play at this game. ]

[inequals]

[ Rodya is just poking at a weird nutrition cube like what da heck is this, like she expects the thing to start squiggling around any moment now. Who said adults can't play with their food. Not her, that's for sure.

She glances up when she's approached though, already laid back and giving every aura of about to be way too overfriendly with this guy who has made it clear he has no intentions to be nice to her and yet. ]

. . .

[ AND YET. The emotion vibes she's giving off is surprise and slight bafflement. ]

Like the bread?

[baebladie]

[ Fortunately for the both of them the food doesn't seem like it would attack, turn the tables, and try to swallow them all whole.

The slight surprise and confused emotions that arise make him believe that he struck gold. Good, clearly she will realize that such nicknames are ridiculous, the end.

His face is like unmovable stone but his own confusion arises. Bread? ]

No. Like rotisserie chicken.

[ Chicken exists and is known of in very many places in space, so not entirely impossible she wouldn't know of it.

Probably. ]

WK0, sunday;

[inequals]

[ Well what's up, we're hanging out in the bar like we promised or else. Coming and finding him. ]

Heeey, hope you didn't abandon me for those plans since I'm really feeling them right now.

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[ Funnily enough for someone who avoids crowds and generally people he isn't hard to find. Blade is seated at the bar, most certainly well in place, fingers already wrapped around a glass of some sort of alcoholic beverage. ]

...No, I didn't; we did make those plans.

Besides, you would never let me hear the end of it, would you?

[inequals]

Wow, you know me so well.

[ She may or may not have, but if Blade just assumes this of her, she will honestly just take it tbh. Just making herself comfy in a seat and gets something nice and poppy, she feels like a fun drink will be a nice treat. ]

What'd you get?

week 1, post-exe

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[ Well, all of that...happened.

It isn't like Blade is intending on going to too many different places this time. No, he heads towards a familiar setting—the bar. ]

Hmph. Seems to become some sort of routine.

[ Words that fall out when he spots Rodya, and orders his usual. ]

[inequals]

[ Rodion is just sighing as she's lounging at the counter. She's not getting wasted -- she isn't actually all about that life, despite everything -- but she's got a light drink in her hand, waving off her I.R.I.S. ]

Go figure, right? If they don't kill themselves, they'll just have someone else do it instead.

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[ Everything in moderation...which is not really a creed Blade follows, but his tolerance will hold him well enough to see through some number of glasses just fine. ]

How exhausting...

There's even the trouble to have broadcasted it on the devices. Suppose someone expects an expression of gratitude for that?

[ Now that he wouldn't be surprised if is an innovation by that so-called company, though now they're seeing more horrors unwind in real time, well. ]

WK3, monday;

[inequals]

[ Helloooo, Rodya doesn't know that memshare fuckery is going to happen so she is her usual brand of good mood as she waves at Blade when she sees him. ]

We finally have some sun this time -- but maybe too much sun? It's sooo hot!

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[ Memshare fuckery suddenly being upon them is great, huh. As for Blade, he is his usual cranky-adjacent reticent self but he seems more than glad to be out in the sun. Not that anyone can tell with his frown lines right about now...but he nods at the wave, in greeting. ]

...There are far worse places to be.

The longer we stay, the more evident it should be that we are adequately hydrated, however.

[ Not that he believes Rodya to be careless, but desert heat dangers can creep upon oneself with a cruel quickness. ]

[inequals]

That shouldn't be a problem, right?

[ She's so used to his perpetual frowny-face it's hilarious. She's used to too many people with perpetual frowny-face. ]

We got special water bottles and everything. Wanna take a look around?

week 4, monday;

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[ Perhaps when Blade woke up he should have known something would be off. Not that anyone can struggle much against it, but whatever the case, it hardly matters; he isn't about to cower from whatever foolishness this week brings him. Surely, it will be fine?

Now, he's made his way into the ballroom, finding himself staring at the opulent decorations as well as other...items? Glowsticks? ]

...Is something like this even necessary?

[ He seems outwardly the same in his sour-puss demeanor, though somehow it feels less so. Maybe because he has certain familiar company, maybe it's this week's effects...or both. ]

[inequals]

[ Wooow. She lets out an impressed whistle at the sight. ]

Maybe not, but why not? Seems like a pretty nice thing to have -- and in the worst case scenario, wouldn't you rather have a big open space than more small and crowded ones?

[ She's always been mediocre about respecting personal space but she brazenly sidles right up to Blade today. ]

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[ It's practically blinding in a myriad ways, so when he hears her whistle, there is a part of him that agrees with the assessment. ]

...Hm.

When you put it that way, it almost sounds acceptable. One could hold one of those unfortunate meetings between important persons here, or other such nonsense...

[ Looking at the room feels insufficient, with someone so close up to his side. Has he ever let anyone get that close to him before? He turns slightly, to look at the expression on Rodya's face. ]

W4, sunday;

[inequals]

[ Brooo we love the Titan's Call, she's glad people overlook this for murder these days. She can hang out any weekend without feeling kinda bad about it.

After five weeks of free alcohol she doesn't indulge as much as she used to but she still likes being here for its privacy, atmosphere, and all. ]

Whew. Guess that's another week officially done.

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[ Don't we just...well, Blade is very much also used to the free alcohol, and general quiet himself.

He, of course, gets his usual at the exact same amount as always, never one for getting too much at one time. Though, he is soon looking over at Rodya as she speaks, sipping from his cup. ]

Yes, it is.

...We're still here. And have the opportunity to do what we will.

[inequals]

Guess we are. Somehow, for better or worse.

[ Me every week like oh no what if Blade dies, our resident freak... I say, like just about everyone here isn't a resident freak to some level. ]

How do you feel about the whole thing? I guess not much if you really are, what, seven hundred or something...

W5, saturday;

[inequals]

[ My god how is it still w5, but anyway. She's just kinda passing by, basically, and standing in an empty sim room. There's nothing projected here, she's just standing here, rusty, hands in her pockets, seemingly thinking but clearly not enough if it's not projecting anything. ]

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[ It sure is empty, isn't it? Nothing happening. He walks in, and has some targets set up soon enough via simulation things; no fancy background or anything.

Basic, really, all things considered. ]

Feel like talking? Or doing otherwise?

[ An awkward start, all things considered. But he never had the best approach when it comes to people. ]

[inequals]

Mm, guess I haven't decided yet.

You need the room? I can go if you feel like doing some target practice.

monday, week 6

[baebladie]

[ The Preservation Biome is one of the newest places on the block. Might as well go ahead and scope it out, right?

Irrespective of other effects (which he'll do his best to save off and try to put some distance when they start acting up because no thanks), he finds himself on the third floor, attending to one of the more friendlier animals. Maybe it's some kind of wild, yet friendlyish feline of some sort.

He is busy getting scritches; and not about to immediately jump into conversation. He's not always been the best with that. But, at least it's a cute animal hanging around. ]

[inequals]

[ Rodya's Monday could be better. She's a pretty okay person as far as everything goes, but sober mornings and flower petal affliction were really whatever. ]

You really are kinda softer than you wanna come off.

[ Just watching him PET!! ]

week 7, monday

[baebladie]

[ So, today has been interesting already. The enemy making its appearance, an entity that caused enough trouble just from that. But, after cleaning up, and other miscellaneous tasks (training), Blade hardly allowed it to affect his day.

In fact, he even dares to step out onto the planet, and head towards the beaches, hand on the hilt of his sword all the while. He stops at the peaceful-looking area when he glimpses Rodya. ]

...Rodya. It seems the time for our confrontation draws ever nearer.

[ The size of this creature is different than he anticipated. But, size concerns him little. For him, an effect courtesy of thoughtshare affects him, so she will hear this:

"The larger the enemy is, the louder the sound it will make as it falls." ]

[inequals]

Bleeegh. Bluh. Ewww.

[ She's SEEING shit and it's GROSS!! She knows she likes to play strong like it's not a big deal but she's not INSANE, guys. She can tell when something fucking sucks and whatever these visions are, they're definitely it. ]

Hopefully it's not going to be drawn out super long. There's usually like, a size limit to what kind of stuff you can deal with, you know? Even if you are forty-something strong.

I think "an entire planet" probably goes over that limit.