[ simple starter for opening weekend. anders can be found in the first aid center, going through the cabinets just to see what’s available - counting bandages and examining pill bottles because a lot of this is still vaguely unfamiliar. Lady, the orange tabby cat, is pushing pill bottles off the counter, tail twitching.
he’s not paying too much attention to whoever walks in the room beyond a brief glance up when he hears someone, giving a nod, and maybe then glancing down at his phone where he has the passports pulled up to put a face to a name. ]
I like cats. There was a few of them in the Circle, where I grew up. And then of course, Ser Pounce-A-Lot. And now Lady. They're proper animals. They know what they're about.
[ and its pushing things off counters. ]
Yes, mostly. It's sort of difficult to explain. [ its not, really, but maybe he's more avoiding explaining it. it's just that it being on the profile makes it a little hard to dodge in the first place. ] There are times when that side of myself will assert itself more strongly.
An agreement. A forceful possession is the action of a demon, and Justice is not a demon.
A Spirit is born in the Fade, where all magic resides. They are the Maker's first children. They often choose to embody an ideal, or a sin, and reflect much of humanity's various aspects. We were friends. He had been trapped out of the Fade, and needed a host to stay in our world - and I needed help to escape the Templars. He wanted to fight for the mages. So we agreed. We would willingly become one, and help each other the best that we could.
[ a soft huff of a laugh, though it's pretty humorless. ]
Almost everyone asks that. [ ... ] There is little point in dwelling on regrets about it. It is irreversible. You cannot take one from the other without destroying us both at this point. We are no longer Anders and Justice as they were before, but one entity. Maybe one with conflicting thoughts and feelings, and not always aligned with itself, but you can no more separate us than remove my head from my neck and expect me to live.
Even if there's no point, that doesn't mean it still can't happen. I don't think you should or have to have regrets, but you could miss the person you used to be even if you don't mind who you are now or even if you wouldn't choose to go back even if you could.
The Anders you are now is the only Anders I will know. It's not a question of separation, only if the path of your conviction may have changed.
[ he has been pacing around, probably very annoyingly!!!! and walked by her at least four times before he finally does just come over and slope himself into the seat. ]
[ i keep recoiling in fear when i have to reveal the misogyny lounge to beautiful women but here we go here we go ... sorry roxana
The lounge is themed like a tiki-bar, with each room and area having its own twist on tiki flavor.
Your current sleeping arrangements are four bedrooms with twin beds, which can be moved wherever you want. The beds have fluffy blankets and pillows, and each room has been provided a divider screen for privacy if desired. Each bed has its own attached nightstand with storage space and kitty cat sleepmasks, and there is a shared closet in each bedroom. The lounge has a spacious shared bathroom, with changing areas leading to private shower/bath stalls. 🐈meowsandry🐈 branded toiletries are complimentary and will restock weekly.
The lounge comes with a full kitchen that is sure to make a chef happy. There's a spacious counter and island with a sink, a large refrigerator and freezer, and brand new appliances including a stove, oven, microwave, and dishwasher. Dining ware, utensils, and cookware are provided, and the refrigerator and pantry will be restocked weekly with a selection of ingredients of your choice. There's also a hightop tiki bar counter with eight stools for dining together.
The lounge's common area includes a tiki bar style seating area, with beach lounge chairs, couches, torch lanterns and tables. There's also an inflatable kiddie pool. The water will be refreshed daily for your convenience. There is also a pet area with a cat condo, sand litter boxes, toys, and a dragon-sized cave bed shaped like a volcano.
welcome to our tiki-themed hellhole!!!!! the misogyny lounge. anders can be found in his room (he shares with strohl) - huddled up on his bed with Lady the cat curled up on his lap, affronted whenever anders moves like this might be a little uncomfortable. how dare he.
his injuries are at least sealed over, though he's still fairly pale from losing like. all of his blood. there's a dark bruise across half of his face, and a cut on the cheek from a spur. and then, of course, his left arm is missing from the elbow down entirely. ]
[ the colors, the dazzling array. it reminds him of the fade, of the birthplace of all magic. somewhere he hasn't been in a long time. ]
There are others here, who appeared with us in these previous games, and now have no memory of such events. Iterations of us all, people who wear our faces and names, but have a different soul. Maybe it is something like that. This is a place where the Veil is thin, and these things press at the walls of it.
We will have to disagree, but you may tell me how it was beautiful to you.
[ she can have an open mind... or at least want to learn how anders views things. she has no idea what the Veil is, but she is picking up on context clues. ]
Jacopo? He has been upfront about that much. If that is how it is, it will cast much confusion in another way. I do not want endless possibilities of another me, experiencing this with multitudes. What I know, what I have now—it's enough.
[ the airport is still an area with limited space, no matter how much it expands. they will run into each other eventually, somehow someway, and a phantom wind will brush past them.
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WEEKEND 0 - SATURDAY
he’s not paying too much attention to whoever walks in the room beyond a brief glance up when he hears someone, giving a nod, and maybe then glancing down at his phone where he has the passports pulled up to put a face to a name. ]
... Roxana?
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Yes. Hello, Anders. Or Justice? Or some third name?
[ she tilts her head, as if asking if he has a preference. ]
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Anders is fine. Justice is-- You'll likely meet Justice soon enough.
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[ the cat behavior. ]
You're not one and the same?
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[ and its pushing things off counters. ]
Yes, mostly. It's sort of difficult to explain. [ its not, really, but maybe he's more avoiding explaining it. it's just that it being on the profile makes it a little hard to dodge in the first place. ] There are times when that side of myself will assert itself more strongly.
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Cats are very willful. They make you feel as if you have to earn anything from them.
[ even if their affection won't stop them from pushing things off counters. ]
When you think justice needs to be served most, I suspect.
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[ going to pick up lady and hold her like a furry baby, which she tolerates. ]
Very astute.
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[ roxana will peer into the cabinets to see what kind of medicines are stocked here. ]
It would be more surprising if Justice came out if you were feeling merciful.
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Mercy is a different Spirit from Justice entirely, I'm afraid.
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Spirit? Is it possession or an agreement of some kind?
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A Spirit is born in the Fade, where all magic resides. They are the Maker's first children. They often choose to embody an ideal, or a sin, and reflect much of humanity's various aspects. We were friends. He had been trapped out of the Fade, and needed a host to stay in our world - and I needed help to escape the Templars. He wanted to fight for the mages. So we agreed. We would willingly become one, and help each other the best that we could.
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It may have been mutual and consensual, but is there nothing you regret about it?
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Almost everyone asks that. [ ... ] There is little point in dwelling on regrets about it. It is irreversible. You cannot take one from the other without destroying us both at this point. We are no longer Anders and Justice as they were before, but one entity. Maybe one with conflicting thoughts and feelings, and not always aligned with itself, but you can no more separate us than remove my head from my neck and expect me to live.
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The Anders you are now is the only Anders I will know. It's not a question of separation, only if the path of your conviction may have changed.
week 0, monday
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... You seem calm.
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I am. What is making you anxious?
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The feeling of waiting. For all of it to begin, to endure it again. And there is no escape. No way to run.
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[ she can't dress this up. ]
We can endure and take back what is ours, but it's not a happy thing. I don't know if much of it will be, but at least less of it is unknown.
week 0, sunday
how's he doing? she'll come close to him because it's affection week, but he's injured so she just hovers. ]
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welcome to our tiki-themed hellhole!!!!! the misogyny lounge. anders can be found in his room (he shares with strohl) - huddled up on his bed with Lady the cat curled up on his lap, affronted whenever anders moves like this might be a little uncomfortable. how dare he.
his injuries are at least sealed over, though he's still fairly pale from losing like. all of his blood. there's a dark bruise across half of his face, and a cut on the cheek from a spur. and then, of course, his left arm is missing from the elbow down entirely. ]
Roxana.
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it's not as bad as she expected. the pet area takes off some of the misogyny edge, but she goes to find his room. ]
Lady Nyanders. Anders. Should I say you did well or that I'm sorry?
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We can stick with just the former.
[ he's heard a lot of im sorrys, and is never quite sure what to do with them. ]
He ... seemed to believe he came from the same place as you, did he not?
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[ memories faded in the prism the longer you were there but not... replaced. ]
We may have people thinking they were from Heaven that have never been there next.
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[ the colors, the dazzling array. it reminds him of the fade, of the birthplace of all magic. somewhere he hasn't been in a long time. ]
There are others here, who appeared with us in these previous games, and now have no memory of such events. Iterations of us all, people who wear our faces and names, but have a different soul. Maybe it is something like that. This is a place where the Veil is thin, and these things press at the walls of it.
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[ she can have an open mind... or at least want to learn how anders views things. she has no idea what the Veil is, but she is picking up on context clues. ]
Jacopo? He has been upfront about that much. If that is how it is, it will cast much confusion in another way. I do not want endless possibilities of another me, experiencing this with multitudes. What I know, what I have now—it's enough.
week 3, tuesday
and take them into a memory. ]
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… Not a happy childhood?
[ thanks anders ]
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Not especially, but I've lost track of how many of us here haven't had the happiest childhood.
W4 Wed
[ well anders is here in the costco, picking up various vegetables and then shaking his head no. ]
At least you won’t miss the chaos on the other side. We make plenty of our own.
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[ she won't hide her amusement. ]