[catchall] Throné

[rav3n]

ADDS THE SECOND ONE FINALLY

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Weekend 0, Saturday

[rav3n]

[THIS CAN BE AFTER THE NPCS even though I have not read any of the convos yet IT'S FINE.

Luke has changed into his normal outfit, minus the camera, if this link doesn't work then I will be MAD--anyway the point is, no more bodysuit!! So that's nice, at least.

Throné can find him sitting somewhere, still messing with the I.R.I.S.... it looks like he's pulled up the keyboard and he's typing, though the privacy tech means she can't see exactly what it is. He sighs, then, dropping his hand to rub at his side--when he notices her, he looks up and smiles.]

Did you find your room?

[naeddre]

[THIS SHITPOST

the picture works! throné is in her usual outfit, which is this. thank god for no more bodysuit. she wanders a little closer - not too close, but enough.

and watches him...]

I did. [a pause.] I believe my roommate is Viktor, if you've met him.

[she doesn't sound horribly displeased about it, really.]

[rav3n]

[I'm so mad because I literally saw one that was even better five minutes after I posted BUT WHATEVER... it's fine... ALSO THRONÉ IS SO PRETTYYYYYY I'm glad Thriktor is real already]

I don't think I have yet. [Pulling up the profiles to take a look.] Technically, they put me with Margaret and Anise, but I'm just letting them have the room.

[Imagine being the only dude with a lady and a teen and being like "anyway this is my bed." Cola's Damien behavior.]

[naeddre]

[PUT THE OTHER ONE THERE TOO also you're very funny viktor is a baby bird not dating material

the way you just sniped cola from 60 miles and she can't even see it. anyway, she tucks her hair behind her ear.]

... Where are you going to sleep, if not there?

w0, MONDAY

[naeddre]

[throné is here in her usual outfit, eating a raspberry thumbprint cookie. the emotions are some stupid combination of i really like this and i am sad but it's hard to tell if the sadness is just kind of a pervasive thing or it's because she's eating the cookies.

she's also reading a book! listening to her thoughts while tethered is kind of just like getting an audiobook of throné's asmr voice reading hitchhiker's guide.

she doesn't look up when she senses him, but her thoughts do derail into something that's kind of like a rundown of him? it's a little like luke, 24, husbando, agent, licenses like a very abbreviated version of his profile. ]

[rav3n]

[Out of nowhere, Pixi from Life appears to steal her thumbprint cookie (no). ALSO THRONÉ? THESE VIBES.

Luke's vibes, for now, are fairly calm; the spike of curiosity over her book is punctuated by a flicker of concern, but his approach is casual. He's also in different clothes, though he's not wearing the jacket right now.]

Where'd you find a book?

[naeddre]

[she is full of multitudes and all of them are depressing

anyway, she pauses in reading so she can actually meet his gaze. i'm gonna be honest despite their previous conversations being her mostly mean to him, there is a little flicker of something that's glad to see him.]

From... Scrap. [the sketchiest person in the universe] It was free with the pants I bought.

[rav3n]

[Haha I have NO idea what that's like.

Anyway--he's a pro at not reacting, but it's nice, to pick up on that. There's no sense that he's held any of their past talks against her, or even that they're on his mind at all. Still, it's clear he remembers, since he leaves plenty of space between them when he comes to sit nearby.]

What, really? I'll have to get some too! [Books! He likes!!] Is it any good?

Week 0, Wednesday

[rav3n]

[Luke stays for the whole party, and even afterwards, helping to clean up!! But eventually, he'll slow down... Throné can find him sitting somewhere with his chin propped in his hand, Peanut on his shoulder... his eyelids drooping... he's doozing off...]

[naeddre]

[weh, cute.

she absolutely does not help clean up because she is who she is, but throné eventually passes by him, and stops! the vibe is warm and tipsy, which is why she crouches in front of him and gently touches his knee, briefly.

she also acknowledges peanut. bird!!]

... Don't fall asleep here, now.

[rav3n]

[Wouldn't it be funny if he just kicked her on reflex

But he doesn't!! There's the slightest twitch in her direction to show he senses her presence, but Peanut doesn't alert him to anything, so he doesn't react until she comes over.]

Ngh... [She is right but he is so sneepy...] Di'n't have... pills... [what]

[naeddre]

[i think he should've kicked her that would've been very funny

a little eyebrow raise, and then:]

... Luke. [that sounds like something you don't want to tell her on purpose!! even if she is very curious.] Don't make me get cold water to pour on you.

Week 4, Wednesday

[rav3n]

[(Ben's streaming soundboard voice) hey what's up After the paintball fight, there's a robot hovering around nearby, though it awkwardly doesn't approach.]

[naeddre]

[she is just sitting, tossing a ball made of darkness up and down. she glances over at it when it hovers...]

Oh. You're Shoma's.

[rav3n]

[Okay I'm too lazy to do the icon but rest assured that he is Woboji unless otherwise specified--]

I--

[--like right now, when he briefly glitches into a much more familiar person!

:man_standing:]

[naeddre]

[that's so valid

also she gets FCKIN JUMPSCARED]

-- Luke?

Week 6, Saturday

[rav3n]

[The way I was about to write that he lets her go hang out with Viktor first because I forgot Viktor came back early THIS IS THE SECOND TIME I'VE DRAGGED ANNA BACK TO HELL IN MY HEAD TODAY

Anyway he will probably go chat with Anise first, but not long after he will text!!!]

[naeddre]

[HELP (anna voice) i keep going why am i threading with throne i'm supposed to be dead

anyway, she texts him back. slowly.]

[rav3n]

[LMKFJHSD TOO REAL]

!!!
Food court?

[He sure found that place fast]

Week 7, Monday

[rav3n]

[HELLO MA'AM... I asked for locations but this one I'm actually just going to void. Because as soon as he realizes memories are leaking out again, he's going to be cautious--and as soon as he sees her, he widens his eyes and puts up his hands.]

Careful, the--

[But his warning is too late; before he can put space between them, a rift opens up and drags them both into a memory.]

[naeddre]

[okay well unfortunately him interrogating this guy is wildly hot, i'm sorry for throné's terrible taste. she will never say anything about it but it's true.

by the time they come out of the memory, throné looks a little disoriented. huh. it's not like she didn't suspect there was something like this about him, but it's different seeing it. and it's wild experiencing it, when she's been in very similar situations. a beat.]

... Ah. We have much more in common than I thought. [don't joke]

[rav3n]

[:face_holding_back_tears:

Anyway--Luke hates memshare a lot, which is probably not surprising from the man who lied to the whole ship about being totally fine,,, but at least this one is... not the worst...? It doesn't feel good for her to see it, because Luke doesn't like to show this side of himself unless he has to (and it kind of takes the "secret" out of "secret agent" if everyone sees you agent-ing), but she was one of the first to know his true line of work. Better Throné than, like, Anise.

So when it ends, he mostly just looks exasperated; he runs a hand through his hair, grimacing.]

Looks like we can't avoid these any more than we could before.

w7, SATURDAY

[naeddre]

[just... sitting in the observation deck with a little smile, staring out at the stars.

how is luke did he halloween cat his way across the planet to his death. what are the vibes, how are you.]

[rav3n]

[Yeah he did this PC is now over immediately

No he is here!! Making the rounds, because he will fuss until he dies for the 50th time, but everyone seems to be alive and well and okay, so he doesn't look too stressed about it. Not quite relaxed either, though; he looks a little distracted, even as he wanders. When he catches her eye, he'll refocus and smile.]

We made it through.

[naeddre]

[goodbye ejects him into space

this boy is INCAPABLE of relaxing, sheesh. she waves him over? come sit.]

We did. With no casualties, even.