week 3 curfew ; house 01

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[ HONKS EVERYONE'S NOSES SADLY ]

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[lefthandpath]

[Allen Walker's roommate is missing again and everything that just happened with the almost dead party means that the resident legitimate clown is sitting on a couch or something idr what's around and has some food cradled against his legs.]

[taptap]

[ a-qing might not be able to see shit but she can still feel the angst vibes from ten miles away. she pats his knee just barely missing the plate ]

[lefthandpath]

[yes, thank you.

Allen will reach out to return the pat to her head.]

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[ Eventually leaving his room, and walks over to Allen and ruffles his hair. ]

Hanging in there?

[lefthandpath]

[fdskjhfsd he somehow doesn't reflexively duck his head but does give a bit of a sigh.]

I'm a bit worried about Rin... since he's been gone this long? You think he might be in the second group this week?

[greatdeduction]

[After some time, the Detective of the Hour is just sitting on the couch, looking blankly at the wall. He's definitely healed a bit, but his skin still looks a bit red, and he still has a stump for a left hand.]

[He's ditched the wig, but he's certainly still in his sexy steampunk dress (with pants and shirt underneath).]

[lefthandpath]

[there is a canine Rowan staring at you, sir.

probably because Allen Walker is also staring.]

[greatdeduction]

[Irene in hare form is blearily staring out at the wall, too. Though she turns to look at Rowan.]

[Sholmes himself doesn't turn.]

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[ He's going to slump on the floor leaning against the couch. He reaches and taps Sholmes on the knee with the back of his hand. ]

Tell me if you need anything tonight.

[greatdeduction]

[He looks over at him, before closing his eyes.]

I'm alright. Please, don't be concerned about me. I just need some sleep.

[arcsplainist]

[ Gods above, he looks awful. There's something about seeing the usually eccentric man so solemn that feels... wrong. ]

How are you feeling, Mr. Sholmes?

[greatdeduction]

...Better to be expected, for a dead man walking.

[He smiles, lightly, but it doesn't reach his eyes.]

[braise]

[ Eventually Nanaji's wounds are dealt with, and while they're still decidedly Not Great and everything still hurts... she'd already committed to cooking for everyone tonight, and cooking's more relaxing than anything else for her anyway, so this is what she's going to do. She explains who she is to everyone in the house, albeit begrudgingly, just because no one wants some weird guy messing around with their food, and then... tries to pretend this is normal.

She's a little slower than usual in the kitchen, being careful not to reopen anything. Thankfully she's a whole lot taller than usual, so stretching to reach things in the cupboards isn't as much of a concern as she expected.

Anyone is welcome to hang out in the kitchen while she cuts up meat and vegetables for a stew... or if that's too weird, she'll just come by to drop off the hot pot of stew and some bowls and silverware in the common area for anyone who wants it. ]

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[ He probably won't linger long in the kitchen, but is getting some water for Sholmes, so he'll chat for a moment. ]

Don't push yourself too hard.

[braise]

[ She shakes her head. ]

It's fine. I mean, what else am I gonna do? At least this way I've got something to focus on.

[arcsplainist]

Erm... Nanaly, yes?

[ This is still kind of bizarre. ]

Need you any assistance?

[braise]

Yeah, it's me.

[ She sighs. TRUST HER, SHE KNOWS. ]

I'm fine, but thanks.

[ tbh she could probably use some help getting the bowls down but she's so much taller than you right now that it feels like a dick move to ask. ]

Ah- actually, can you hand me that jar over there? The dried rosemary?

[lefthandpath]

[for as sad as Allen can get, nothing--or at least VERY PRECIOUS LITTLE--will get in the way of him and food.

probably the situation of WHO IS THIS PERSON has been explained at some point.]

Ah, do you need some assistance? I've worked in a kitchen before. From time to time.

[arcsplainist]

[ Height differences aside, Alphinaud returns soon before they're all locked in assisting van Zieks inside. Alisaie is presumably in tow too, but abi went to bed so I guess I'm godmoding her or something. ]

—Here. Make yourselves at home, the both of you, and do be sure to rest.

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[Van Zieks pretty much just nods and goes to sit heavily down onto whatever area of the sofa isn't being occupied by Sholmes.]

Thank you.

[arcsplainist]

[ Hopefully... not much. ]

Do you want for anything, Mr. van Zieks? Pray, hesitate not should you need assistance.

[greatdeduction]

[just]

[staring over him]

[like what the heck, dude]

Tell me you didn't go on an excursion as well.

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[ Despite how things are later, he's currently leaning on the couch behind Sholmes and holding some water for him. So, almost like he's hugging from behind while not being too personal?

Who knows. But he does reach over and poke van Zieks lightly in the cheek. ]

Good to see you made it back.

[lefthandpath]

--the second group's already back?

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Didn't expect more, but at least we've got the numbers to take care of everyone.