3.0 - week three

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WEEK THREE

Last night might have been exhausting for any number of reasons - maybe it was the emotional

toll of dealing with those ghosts, or maybe you stayed up too late after watching Jim Shrok. Who knows, but Saturday is over, even if some of you haven’t quite left it behind and half spirits that are still hanging on, tethered to you and weighing you down…

But that’s not going to stop a new week from starting. There’s no breaks in an eight week course.

There’s very little fanfare to the start of your third week of the course, though it does seem like the fog has lifted even more. It’s a bit more of a trek down the abandoned streets of Estelline, but surely a mile is walkable? Or you could grab a bike or try to hotwire one of those cars in the mall parking lot… Whatever you plan to do this week is up to you. All you know is you've got some new locations to explore.

As always, Florence and Lorelei are available.

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( OOC Note: Luci, Mutsu, and Mae will each receive a small roomba! Congrats on the successful egg drop. It's a tiny little friend that cleans extra well, though this also means its trash compartment is a little smaller so it'll need to be cleaned more often. )

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Comments

[superstructure]

[ That finally seems to get some kind of reaction, as Julius turns and looks back at him. ]

I'm sorry? Did something change that I wasn't aware of?

[ This feels a little out of left field, even for Rideaux, but there's some part that's just wondering if this is just him being his normal snippy self. ]

[pr159]

[ He slams his left fist against the wall over his bed, not hard enough to do any damage but enough for Julius to feel it in his own hand. ]

You did, Julius.

[superstructure]

[ He pulls his hand back the instant Rideaux's makes contact with the wall, clenching it into a tight fist. ]

What are you talking about? Nothing's happened since we've been here.

[ ... Okay, now it's officially past left field. This is – Isn't this basically part of what was going on back at the first version of the museum? Is that what this was about? ]

[pr159]

I'm not talking about here. I mean years ago, when you turned your back on everything so you could focus on sweet baby Ludger.

[superstructure]

That's what this is about?

[ There's a quick flash of anger, a sharp sense of defensiveness that seems to rise up his throat. There's no way there's not something going on, but the emphasis on Ludger is enough for it to swell up, until...

Nothing. Julius takes a deep breath, and angles away so the flash of his lenses hides where he's looking. ]

I don't need to explain myself. Least of all to you.

[ He's not getting baited into this. Or he's trying really hard not to, at least. ]

[pr159]

[ Oh, that phrasing — along with the feedback of Julius's anger threatening to turn this into a dangerous loop — just makes his blood boil even more. He's sure it was intentional. ]

"Least of all", hm?

[ He scoffs. ]

Always wonderful to know where you fall on everyone's list of priorities. I'll give you a point for not even bothering to pretend otherwise, I suppose.

[superstructure]

[ That's not what he means, but the anger that just keeps coming back up kind of makes it so he really, really doesn't feel like correcting that. ]

Spare me the pity train. Don't pretend like you've actually cared about what I think this whole time.

[pr159]

[ Funny phrasing for a wanted train terrorist, he thinks. ]

I won't. You've always been a bigger liar than I have anyway.

It didn't matter how much I hated you or how much better you'd had it up until then. At the core you were just the same as I was, though I'm sure that fact always disgusted you too much for you to admit it. You're the only person I ever saw with that exact same look in his eyes.

[superstructure]

[ He's not wrong. At the end of the day they were still the same, even now, and no amount of course correction or changing priorities was going to change that. Julius had tried his best to be better for Ludger, to be a good brother despite all the pain he'd caused, but that black spot (metaphorical or literal) that ate away at him wasn't ever going away no matter how much he tried. He knew that.

He adjusts his glasses at the comment about their eyes and glances back. ]

What is it you're looking for, exactly?

[ His lack of a reply to anything Rideaux said is probably the most "verbal" agreement he's gonna give at this point. ]