camille catchall

[sonorant]

are you really our singular live action

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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.

[scrapdraught]

[The shock is mild, but obvious. Pleasant.]

Well, aren't you a flatterer.

[Honestly a far better outcome than she expected. And it doesn't seem like any airs are being put on. Maybe some people really are just that magnanimous.]

Yeah, uh — I was a bit of an asshole before. I shouldn't have made it your problem. So. Sorry about that. Let's do this properly? [She extends a hand over the table.]

Camille Preaker.

[sonorant]

We are all in disagreeable situation, and it's tough for anyone. I would not make any harsh or quick judgments without trying to understand first.

[ she sets her food down before she reaches over for the handshake. ]

It's nice to meet you properly, Miss Preaker. I'm Robin.

[scrapdraught]

I couldn't blame you if you did.

[Sometimes a snap judgment helps you dodge a bullet. Especially knee deep in the shit.

Camille shakes, charmed by the ease and genteel manners.]

That's a pretty name. Your mom a fan of songbirds?

[sonorant]

[ robin settles in and eats her tasteless, bland whatever-it-is. ]

I don't know. She may have been. I know she liked to sing.

the way i've had this tab open the whole time

[scrapdraught]

[Vegan sausage.]

Yeah, I read that. You're a singer, huh? [Camille smiles.] You've certainly got the glamour for it. What kind of music do you do?