Alphinaud; Catch-all

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Week 0, Saturday

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[ Honestly, she's just walking to clear her head, when what should appear before her but-- ]

... Ah. Enjoying a walk?

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[ Yep. Seems like this guy is doing much of the same, getting some pacing out of his system, until—oh, hi. Alphinaud pauses in his tracks. ]

... 'Twould be preferable if I could enjoy it, I confess, but I could still do with some fresh air.

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I think we all could, to be honest. So even if it's doing little to clear your head, at least it's refreshing.

w1; monday evening

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[ Well it's been a riveting day, but sometimes you decide it's time to retire to your (new) room for the night—cue Alphinaud walking in. What'cha up to, Dorothy. ]

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[ Stripping.

Well, more specifically, changing, though thankfully she is in the Victorian undergarments and only from the waist up, so it's fine.

Probably. ]

Well, I suppose you shouldn't have to knock if it's your own room.

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[ Oh, gods, that is still entirely too spicy for him. Alphinaud freezes, a deer in the headlights. ]

... I—!!

[ And then he scrambles to open the door. ]

Week 1, Wednesday

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[ Whatever the reason, probably the need to be able to sleep, the both of them are back in their room. And Dorothy, studying Alphinaud, hums a little thoughtfully. ]

Your hair's looking a bit messy.

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[ Hello, he's back! Alphinaud closes the door behind him, then gives her a mildly puzzled look. ]

Does it?

[ He glances up, like that's supposed to help him see it... ]

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A little windswept, yes. Here, may I?.

[ And she beckons him over. ]

w1; saturday post-trial

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[ Sometime late in the night, Alphinaud finally returns to the room. Since Monday he's been careful enough to knock before entering—look, he'd rather not have a repeat of before!—but this time, too exhausted to think twice of it, he simply makes his way in.

And all he ends up doing is tiredly sitting at the edge of his own bed, hands wrapped around a cup of tea. Don't ask me what kind it is idk anything about tea. It's stress tea. ]

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[ Dorothy's likely half-asleep, but also she's been waiting for him to return. And there he is, clutching his tea.

She gives him maybe six seconds before she's walking over to sit beside him. ]

I was almost wondering if you were going to stay elsewhere.

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[ —Oh. ]

My apologies, Dorothy, I had not meant to wake you.

w2; saturday post-trial

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[ Knock knock, Dorothy. The door is open, but Alphinaud raps at it with a knuckle nonetheless, and he calls out, voice slightly lowered in case she is asleep: ]

Dorothy? ... Pray pardon the interruption.

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Alphinaud? [ Her voice is much quieter than usual, but it's coherent enough. ]

You can come in.

[ She's just bundled in her hammock. ]

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[ And so he makes his way in, pausing by the bench before he takes a seat. ]

How fare you?

w3; friday

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[ While coming through the inn, Alphinaud spots none other than Dorothy lounging around on the sofas. He hadn't been able to speak with her yesterday, so he's relieved to see her today, even if she's in poor shape.

And kind of... staring around blankly. ]

You are feeling well enough to be about, Dorothy?

[ hello ]

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I'm not... dying, so--

[ Her head turns slightly in his direction, though she's looking above his head (it's not difficult). ]

... Yes. Alphinaud?

[ She's pretty sure it's him, but just to be sure. ]

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'Tis I.

[ Huh... He approaches, then sits across from her; when her eyes don't follow him, it's telling enough. ]

Have your eyes been affected, as well?

Week 4, Friday

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[ Dorothy doesn't really want to check out Yeehaw Town anymore, not on her crutches-- but there's Alphinaud, making his way back, and she blinks and lifts a hand in a wave.

Look, she doesn't know who can or can't hear right now. ]

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[ Yep, he's heading on out, slightly dirtied, somewhat exhausted, but otherwise doing okay. Along the way he catches Dorothy giving a wave, and decides to close the distance. She could probably use a walking buddy from the looks of it. ]

Good day, Dorothy. How fare you?

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Well, we still seem to be alive, spoopy.

[ She. Hates this. ]

Are you all right, spoopy?

Week 5, Sunday

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[ Hi, Alphinaud.

Here we are in the inn, and Dorothy is taking one (tired) look at him and sighing quietly. ]

You look as though you've got more than this poison weighing you down.

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[ We are at the inn! Alphinaud is sitting around on the couches at the lobby, with—of course—tea in hand. It has been helping with the effects of poison, at least. ]

I had some trouble sleeping last night, is all. 'Tis a poor day to tackle when not well rested, I say.

w6; saturday

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[ Post trial... Wherever Dorothy is, Alphinaud will be approaching. ]

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[ She's in the employee lounge behind a barrier! Like a good convicted murder.

Hi, Alphinaud. ]