[pcs] beau

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w0, saturday

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[what's up! lucretia is hanging out around the dorm buildings, keeping an eye on them; her notebook is with her, but she doesn't have it open at the moment.

someone else coming by grabs her attention, though, and she glances up to beau.]

-do you have a few minutes?

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[oh shit, another note taker. beau pauses, looks behind her, and then looks back at lucretia.]

... Who, me?

w0, thursday

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[before dormgate...

at some point, beau can be found scribbling in her school assigned notebook with a frown, curled up on the ground outside winter dorm. she keeps checking her phone every so often, like she's waiting for responses, but other than that, she's very into whatever she's writing! or... drawing, maybe.]

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[at first, she considers whether or not she wants to interrupt, but-- it has been several days since they last spoke. she has her own notebook tucked under one arm as usual as she approaches, the other hand holding her staff.]

Beauregard. I hope the week so far hasn't been too difficult?

[being stuck here is still awful and so many of them have been subjected to cats the movie.]

w0, sunday, post execution

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[just kidding its sunday but the prompt stays the same tbh

beau's just in the cafeteria with her head down on her folded arms, actually, the picture of exhausted college student. there is a half-eaten something next to her, pushed away. is she sleeping? is she dead? yea]

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-Beauregard.

[she's here because she thought she should probably at least try to eat something, but after catching sight of beau-- yeah, forget that. she takes a seat next to her instead, speaking up first to try not to startle her.]

I don't know that this is the best place to sleep.

w1, later on wednesday

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Is your dorm having problems as well, or should I assume ours is an outlier.

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??????

w1, friday

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MESSAGE
Beauregard Lionett (dopemonkshit)

Hey
Everything good

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It will be better if I can talk Sagihara into holding still.

Otherwise it's

Well, I don't think any of us can say things are good in this situation, no.

W2, Wednesday

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Oh-- Beauregard.

[hewwo, she's catching her at some point post friendfiction.]

I have something I'd meant to ask you, if you have the time.

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[she's fiddling with her phone when lucretia catches up to her, but she stops! and grins.]

Oh, hey Lucretia. Sure, what's up?

w2, saturday

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[i'm gonna be that bitch but is lucretia looking for her because she's gonna be hard to find otherwise]

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[honestly i cannot blame her one bit.

she will definitely be looking around to try to check in on her, though, so it probably depends on how hard to find she is tbh]

W2, sunday

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[where's beau, lucretia is going to be finding her to come check in. this is a lazy starter but I'm melting.]

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[she's sitting in the cafeteria again, but this time she's in the kitchen. she's staring at the fridge, and when lucretia comes in, she tilts her head lazily to the side and waves.]

... Hey.

w3, monday

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[what's up lucretia it's time for memshare just right out the gate because:

It's cold. Again. Funny, how it's always ice.

You've never felt anything like this before. Not ever, this sort of pain - you're used to pain. You've spent your whole life being punched, and you revel in it normally, but not this. No, this - this is searing. You can't think, you can't move.

You can't see it, but you can feel it, under the shrieking, white hot agony pulsing through your head - blood, pouring from your eyes, your mouth, your nose, your ears. You're dazed by the sensation, but not enough to not notice the purple tiefling in front of you. He lifts you off the ground by the throat and you can't even scream. It's too much, it's too much.

Distantly, you hear him. His voice, shouting to the others, to your friends, out in the swirling ice storm:

Is this really how you want this to go?

As he carefully slides the edge of his blade up his chest - you can see the iridescent glow of the sword in the corner of your vision, but you're fading. You're dizzy with the pain, trembling, unable to even grab for the hand around your throat. He's going to kill you. You're pretty sure he's going to kill you, and you --

You're sad.

and then the memory ends.]

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[god. god, that's-- she doesn't even have time to say hello to beau before that hits, and it leaves her reeling with the way it all feels, with the weight of being pretty sure you're about to die.

it's not completely unknown to her. she'd been there, on their long journey. but this is-- it wasn't ever like that, it definitely wasn't at the hands of-- is that--? there's a lot going on here, and the rest of it is horribly distracting, but as she inhales a shaky breath and steadies herself, gripping her staff, she thinks that it might have been.]

.... Beauregard. What--?

[it's still-- it's a lot to shake off, one hand lifted with her fingertips resting gently at her own neck, as if making sure she's actually fine.]

w3, thursday

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[okay well we're playing fast and loose with how much time there is before curfew bc i have no idea how long she's talking to taichi, but she is definitely coming to find beau, afterwards.]

Doing better now, I hope? Physically, at the very least.

[anything else is a mystery with how it sounds like these things go.]

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[she is bandaged! at least! and tired looking, and cold. she looks like she stuck her face in a bomb and then had ice sprayed at her, she does not look great. but her arm and ribs are less broken, and she's covering most of her face with her hair.]

Mmhm. [pulls her blanket closer... around her... she's just sitting outside winter dorm probably]

w3, friday

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[hello she is gonna be out here trying to find beau... starting outside, because that seems to be the easiest, but she'll be working her way around.]

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[i was gonna ask if lucretia knows what weed smells like but like

she absolutely does looks at the twins

so she might be able to follow her nose to where beau is in a fucking tree in the orchard, curled up.]

w3, saturday

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Think you were probably right last week
About caiman

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I suspect so, but

I just wish it had helped to stop this sooner.

[before he could kill molly.]

w3, sunday

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[she's here at the library to just chill for a while, after this weekend-- she's got a couple of books with her already, when she finds beau presumably sleeping out here.

she won't wake her up directly, she figures she needs this, but she does just find a place to sit nearby and alternates between the book and going over her notebook while beau naps, so! she'll probably be here when she wakes up.]

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[beau is here! yea! she's also just completely fucking zonked out on a couch, curled up in a ball, taking up as little space as she can. she's got her head pillowed on her arms, and - most notably - she is wearing molly's coat.

she sleeps for a while, until something wakes her up - she doesn't wake up gently, she actually sort of startles, sitting straight up, and then - sighs, and sinks down into the couch. hrrmrmhrrh.]

w4, tuesday

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[making it tuesday because i have 42 monday threads

good morning beau is sitting on the floor in the bookstore like a fucking gremlin, absently itching at her neck. like, a lot. she makes a disgruntled sound, before putting her book down to just really get at it.

she does not notice lucretia.]

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--Beauregard?

[this is not an "are you okay" tone, it's a "hello what are you doing" tone. beau your itchies.]

w4, friday

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[she has had to do some wrangling, but - she's since talked to otome, so.]

Hey
Are you okay
Where are you

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I'm well enough to talk. If you want to, then we should do that before that changes again.

[this has been a highly frustrating and kind of terrible experience.]

I'm at my dorm.

w5, monday

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[lucretia is vibing in the art room! she's humming something to herself while she paints, a pleasant, happy little tune, while she works on what looks like a landscape. a city, two suns on the horizon.

she's a little absorbed in it, so she might not notice beau popping in immediately.]

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[beau looks rested! amazingly! not that lucretia will notice at first, just because beau's pretty quiet when she wants to be. she's standing off to the side a little, head tilted as she watches lucretia work.

and then, finally:]

Nice. [and immediately:] Don't - startle, sorry, hey, it's me.

w5, wednesday, post party

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[she is just here, laying on the grass, starin up at the stars, super fuckin drunk. how's it goin lucretia.]

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[it's going! she's laying here to look at them also, looking... pretty content, for now. she's not very drunk, but she's definitely had some.]

...they look nice, from down here.

w6, monday

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[well, beau is maybe a little sore after!! being rejected!! but it's fine, she's sprawled out in the shade somewhere, reading.

when she spots lucretia, she waves!]

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[look they were discussing sprummer alliance first!! also of course she is still going to vibe with the winters she likes? she'll give her a wave back, coming to take a seat nearby.]

Found anything interesting?

[with a little nod to the book, there.]