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Week 3 Thursday morning

[prayerwheel]

[ So! After the world's most emotionally-heavy sleepover, Azura heads off to get dressed and shower and....take care of her hair because she truly does have "the worst bedhead in the army" and now everyone knows, frick.

(She probably sleep-koala'd Ingway a little too let's be real.)

But now that that's taken care of, she ties her hair up and goes off to look for him, wherever he's gone as of now. Kitchen? Garden? Garage? ]

[darkova]

[this early he's not hard to find- he's nibbling some of the food Saki made in the living room]

Good morning.

[prayerwheel]

Salutations.

[ a yawn. she'll sit next to him if that's okay ]

I've been getting so used to sleeping in a bed, it's strange to sleep on the floor again.

[darkova]

Agreed. I've never slept in a large group like that before... it's different.

[have some toast]

[prayerwheel]

It wasn't...bad.

[ thank you, she will have a piece. munch munch. ]

Everyone had their own room at our "barracks" at home, but there were a few occasions where we couldn't make it back and had to camp out somewhere. Sleeping on stone wasn't enjoyable, but this--ah, it's brought back home memories, is all.

[darkova]

Good ones?

[prayerwheel]

They're of the people who stood with me despite danger.

[ her smile says "yes, good ones" ]

Week 4, Friday

[darkova]

[Well, that sure happened. Once things calm down Ingway meets up with Azura as requested]

[prayerwheel]

[ Ingway probably saw the

incident

in the hallway that she had with Moriarty

so it's no surprise that her eyes are red and she looks tired

but she's here! probably in Green room tbh bc it's a ghost town (lol) in here ]

Salutations.

[ Azura takes a seat on her old bed and pats it. Sit with her. ]

[darkova]

[He sits, worry on his face]

I heard a bit with Moriarty. Are you well?

[prayerwheel]

I'm fine. Just a bit spent, is all.

[ dad problems ]

[darkova]

Good. That certainly was a... "shit show", as they say.

[prayerwheel]

[ ...............dissolving into giggles ]

W-What did you just say?

Saturday evening

[prayerwheel]

[ okay, okay, some people are dead, Doezai is not, the studio is in ruins, her dad is BSODing, and Azura is having a lowkey worry that Naughty Frenchman got eaten in the explosion.

So she is going to be looking for him. What suitably funny or awkward location can she find him in the middle of? ]

[darkova]

[Here is the naughty boy trying to sneak back in a window]

[prayerwheel]

[ oh my god just use the fucking door

Azura frowns at him and extends a hand]

Is there any particular reason you aren't using the front door like the rest of us?

[darkova]

[O-oh, hello Azura]

Perhaps I wanted to bring you a key?

[His smirk seems to suggest something more than just referencing her song- he certainly has something keylike on his phone, he thinks]

[prayerwheel]

Aren't I supposed to be the one with the key?

[ there's a sigh of relief, though, and a half smile ]

[darkova]

[He takes her hand and hops out of the window]

We can trade one back and forth, how does that sound?

I saw them all mobbing our dear Host. He certainly is hard to kill.

Week 6, Wednesday night

[prayerwheel]

[ So, Nora might have a point about Azura being a creepy ghost princess because tonight at least, she's feeling restless and wandering the house in the middle of the night. And uh, her choice of song isn't exactly downing the creep factor. ]

I can't decide
Which one of us will leave here alive
Your fingers breaking
As I place them over mine

I can't decide
Which one of us is dreaming tonight
I'm just a shadow
In the light you leave behind

[ a pause, and then. addressing the air because Ingway's never far away from her at nighttime, murder night or not ]

...how is your hand, by the way? It doesn't hurt, does it?

[ the bum one. what a nice choice of topic............ ]

[darkova]

[Even in the short time they've known each other she has learned his habits well. It didn't take long after she got up for him to wake and follow. Stealth is a talent of his: in another life he might have actually made a good retainer]

A bit cramped, but not hurting outright.

[After weeks of having it bound he was more aware of his limits and telling when he was overworking it, but... well, he was prone to working regardless]

[prayerwheel]

May I have a look at it?

[ not like she. doesn't know what his hand looks like but she wants to look closely, this time ]

[darkova]

I suppose.

[He comes out of his hiding place, offering it to her. The cuff is likely at least in part magical- there's nothing clearly mechanical in how it's constricting his tendons- if it was he would be permanently damaged by now.

It IS a bit swollen, but more from his own stubbornness than by design]

[prayerwheel]

--this might hurt a bit, bear with me.

[ She's gonna gingerly hold it up and lightly, lightly press on his finger joints--just to make sure everything's still working. ]

I hope you don't need physical therapy after this, darling. [ frowning ] But if you keep pushing yourself like I assume you are, you might. You can rely on me, you know.

[darkova]

Our Host said there would be no long term damage...

[But he also probably intended Ingway to not force it]

My hands are my livelyhood-- not using even one is not something I'm used to.