camille catchall

[sonorant]

are you really our singular live action

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weekend 0

[sonorant]

[ why do leeches have to exist?

at least robin isn't making too much of a fuss as she plucks leeches off of her and flicks them back into the swamp. she's putting her best pr face on. ]

bursts into tears, quick hand over the anime tiktok filter

[scrapdraught]

[Camille is just now hauling ass out of the water, box of personal effects in tow and face twisted in displeasure. Many leeches, some stuck to her clothes but more than a few that snuck under the hem and suctioned to her shins. Fuck.

She drops the box as she makes it to shore, hands to her hips and catching her breath with her eyes skyward. What the hell is she supposed to do?]

You almost done?

WEEK 0: Tuesday

[scrapdraught]

[Wow a total reprieve from revelatory body writing! Nice!!

Camille is celebrating this with a nice lunch at the refectory, chowing down while her body is rated G for all ages. She's just sitting down with her tasteless beige slop when the door opens and a familiar face walks in.]

...Hey. [A pause.] Want to be my dinner date?

[sonorant]

[ robin smiles. a word can show up any time, but for the sake of something light, the ink is on a sabbatical.

she smiles and grabs some perfectly edible tasteless slop. ]

Of course. I'd love to share a meal with someone as lovely as you.

week 0: friday

[sonorant]

[ robin is doing rounds around the village, keeping an eye out for anyone. ]

Miss Preaker, are you alright?

[ this is an unsettling day. ]

[scrapdraught]

[nope.]

Robin, I'm... [Soggy, bitten, smoke-addled. But also there's more important things.] I'll be all right. I just...

[She looks off to the side, lost. Then takes her by the shoulder.]

We found something by the swamp.

week 0: saturday

[sonorant]

[ robin is out of the way somewhere, where there is more tree density. where she may not be as visible, she is audible.

she is singing. ]

[scrapdraught]

[Not what she expected.

Camille keeps her approach quiet. She's almost loathe to step closer, like hunters happening upon curled up fawns. It's too pretty to disturb, and Robin had seemed disturbed at the trial. Less audibly than most, but there was a tragic tinge to her expression that hooked into Camille. Drew her out of hiding to go look for her.

She takes a half step to retreat and cracks a branch underfoot.]

...

WEEK 1: Monday

[scrapdraught]

[Oh my god there's cows.]

Thank god it's not pigs.

[sonorant]

[ help

robin is brushing a sheep for fun and profit (affection). ]

Have you had bad experiences with pigs?

week 1, sunday

[sonorant]

[ there is no place that hasn't been touched by murder anymore, but robin is out here on the murder beach, looking out at the water or at the sun that will never quite set. ]

... Camille. How are you after this weekend?

[ after those five deaths. ]

[scrapdraught]

[Our beautiful murderbeach ;;]

Thoroughly fucked. How about you? [She rustles her hair into some degree of order and takes a seat, pulling her sleeves over the palms of her hands.] Though I might not have a right to be.

I was only getting to know them. And now... [She sucks in a breath and shakes her head.] It's happening quick. Five, all at once.

week 2, friday

[sonorant]

[ robin has her PR face on right now. she is not fine and she doesn't expect to fool anyone into thinking she's fine, but she has to keep going somehow. ]

... There were pews blocking a confessional booth in one of the side rooms.

[ if she starts with business, she can keep it together. ]

[scrapdraught]

So the body's in there?

[Camille still smells like smoke and will intermittently cough. She cleaned up as best as she can but you know, limited facilities and all.]

Which one is it, do you think? We found Cloud.

week 3, monday

[sonorant]

[ exploring the academy means touching things. it means touching objects that can transport you.

robin teleports straight into whatever room camille is in. ]

Ah. I didn't expect this. Hello.

[ robin has an extra pair of wings today. they're demonic, and they're not wrapped around her waist like her actual wings. ]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ARAAAAAAAAAAAA

[scrapdraught]

[Camille jumps. Hello? Two-winged angel suddenly in her vicinity.]

Hello?

[She boggles.]

Robin, are you all right?

[Both teleportation and...sudden bat wings. Ominous.]

WEEK 4: Friday

[scrapdraught]

[activates baywatch mode

Except no because she's a reporter and robin's a singer, they won't look so cute

being a bear's dinnerrrr....

puts them by the pyre for bulletin discovery.]

No, no... [Her face rumples as she touches the text on the bottom of one poster]

I was with both of them last night. And Rondo too?

[sonorant]

[ camille can go undercover as a reporter, and robin has many roles she has to play. ]

You were with Kanda and Izutsumi? I'm sorry, Miss Camille.

[ it hits more if you saw them last. ]

week 4, sunday

[sonorant]

[ she's coming to check in on camille.

where is she? how is she? ]

the way i was going to clown on you for being alive and then we started doing it in the gc

[scrapdraught]

[She is managing! Post swamp she has a mostly healed empty eye socket and a sexy bandage over it. She's been posting up in Tomi's old bed in the Haunted House, I think they are adopting her by force.

She may be lying down but she does smile for Robin when she comes. Downbeat but living.]

What's going on?

WEEK 5: Late Wednesday

[scrapdraught]

[Ah, party. Camille's ducked out near the end, sitting out somewhere with her heels off and a cigarette sending curls of smoke high on the air. She's got a drink with her too, and waves to Robin when she spots her.]

You really ripped up the dance floor in there. That part of your usual routine?

[sonorant]

[ the alpha effect is probably gone by now. cigarettes are bad for you, camille, but robin isn't here to control your life.

her vibes are calm as she comes over to where camille is. ]

It's a bit more forward than I usually am, but... if people enjoyed it, I don't mind.

week 5, friday

[sonorant]

[ damn, the emotions are not good. they're not great. they're terrible.

but she's still looking for camille. ]

Miss Camille....

[scrapdraught]

[Oh she feels that Robin. Their misery can compound in a horrible ratking of emotion.]

Robin.

[Camille...smells like booze. And there's a little stink to her sweater, too, but she's got nothing on an investigation runner.]

Are you hanging in there?

WEEK 5: Saturday

[scrapdraught]

[THIS SUCKS. ARA.

Camille approaches the barrier with no small trepidation. When she crosses, she projects a bleary numbness. The liquor helps steady her. It doesn't lift her up. It doesn't erase anything that's come before.

It doesn't make looking at Robin any easier. She'll regard whatever's waiting for her with a hollow despair.]

Guess it was only a matter of time, huh?

[sonorant]

[ help me i'm sorry kabby....

please drink less, camille. the hollow despair is only met with violence and bloodthirst. ]

A matter of time for what.

WEEK 6: Wednesday

[scrapdraught]

[Standing next to the Omegaverse booth.]

I really can't say what those kids are up to at any point in time.

[sonorant]

[ yeah, robin glances at the banner and back to camille. ]

It's... out there enough to inspire other feelings than....

[ the misery of being alive, but she doesn't want to say it. ]

week 7, saturday

[sonorant]

[ they did it, camille! they bullied and fought a god out of exsitence. robin is at peace with the results they got.

at least the cult won't be causing much damage for a while. she smiles in greeting when she comes across camille. ]

How are you feeling now that it's all over with?

[scrapdraught]

[I can't believe bullying was mandatory.

Camille smiles back, though her wave has an emergency cigarette propped between her fingers. She needs to settle her nerves. They're still rattling around bad.]

Stunned? A touch appalled. I really didn't know what I was expecting, but it sure wasn't going to be that.

[WHO TF COULD HAVE PREDICTED THIS]

What about you?