WEEK ONE: SUNDAY AFTERNOON, ROOM 106

[parodeity]

[ dave dropped violet off a little earlier at the room, then went off to haul dirk back to 106, so when he steps back into the room - knocking and being let in, presumably - it's with. the oldest member of this little power rangers squad in tow.

he goes to sit on the couch next to violet, bumping his elbow into hers as a sort of "hey" and then leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees. there's like. that chair or whatever by the end table for dirk, clementine and emily are probably sitting on their respective beds?

anyway dave kind of eyes dirk (again. this will keep happening) before going: ]

Okay. Everyone but me can role reveal if we wanna get that out of the way so we can talk information and make a plan for the week based on, y'know, what we can do. Everyone but Dirk [ nods to ] knows what I am, anyway, and he can't know from my mouth 'till tomorrow so we can test a thing. Y'all can mention whatever, though...

[ LET'S GET DOWN TO BUSINESS, to defeat...the HUNS. there is no particular tag order just do whatever and treat it like a trial you can threadjack i guess. ]

Comments

[empireofrats]

[You know, she didn't think about it that way.] I don't know. I don't think so. I think I just had to talk to him. No one had died for me to talk to yet.

[splinten]

Okay. [He brings this up because:] You asked about turnin' up ghosts. My picture of Craftly just showed him as he was. I wanted to make sure I wasn't missing an obvious possibility.

[empireofrats]

That's okay.

You had to draw how the strange room looked. Is that because you can't talk about what you take pictures of too?

[splinten]

Nah, I just didn't have the pictures with me right now.

[On that note, and to everyone:]

I'm leaving copies of my pictures under the couch cushions in my room. If anything happens to me, they're there, for what it's worth.

[empireofrats]

Okay. Will you take a picture of me so I can see what it looks like? I've never had my picture taken before. All of the royal family have paintings. Mister Sokolov did my mother and my grandfather.

[splinten]

Since the camera can only take five photos a week, I might have to hold off on that for a bit until we hit a week where we won't be explorin' as much. [But!] I'd be totally happy to do a sketch of you. It ain't exactly a royal portrait, but it should be a decent effort.

[empireofrats]

[Aw man. SOMEONE TAKE HER PICTURE YO.] Okay. I would like that. [She smiles a little. It might not be a photograph, but she enjoys when anyone draws with her... or draws her???]

[splinten]

[He will literally stop in the middle of this meeting to flip over the paper and pen and start a cute sketch of Emily in red. HE IS A GOOD ARTIST although he also does one, like... in Homestuck style... because clearly she deserves two to make up for the lack of photograph this week.]

Here you go.

[Your Sketches, Ma'am.]

[empireofrats]

[Oh my GOD.

She watches him, naturally, and this turns out to be one of the best things she's ever seen. Absolutely will she put it with the shitty SB&HJ crow that Dave drew.

And remember them fondly when the ground skeletons take them to the graveyard.] Thank you! You're a really good artist!

[splinten]

Glad you like it. [He is. He feels Accomplished.]