Hansa; Catch-all

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Week 0, Sunday

[misstrust]

[ She likes the forest, honestly. It's fairly quiet and if she ignores all the friendly woodland creatures, Dorothy can just focus on her own thoughts.

Her own very weary thoughts, made no lighter by what had transpired, and she's mid-sigh when she realizes there's actually someone just up ahead. ]

... Ah, my respectful dance partner. We meet again.

[robopriest]

The lovely lady who was my dance instructor. Hello.

[He's just leaning against a tree, his expression thoughtful, but he smiles lightly when he sees her.]

Came here to get some fresh air?

[misstrust]

You can just call me Dorothy.

[ She smiles back, dipping her knees ever so slightly in a polite curtsy. ]

But yes... something like that.

I thought everyone would be busy comforting each other around this time.

[robopriest]

Dorothy, then.

[And a nod in reply to her curtsy.]

Oh, they are. I had a good couple of talks with other people... But I need some time to clear my head, too. A lot has happened in the last couple of days.

Week 1 post execution

[robopriest]

[Something eyepatched priest this way comes...and he's looking tired. Hansa's eye flits over to Dorothy as he enters the planetarium, before he just lets out a sigh.]

You know, I'm wondering if talking to the Leaders is a waste of time or not.

[misstrust]

I've been wondering the same thing. They don't seem to be all that helpful.

[ But she offers him a spot beside her with a wave of her hand. ]

[robopriest]

Well, they do seem to be in the same boat as we are. Maybe we shouldn't blame them.

[He moves to sit next to her.]

I hope your Leader is treating you well, anyways.

[misstrust]

Oh, we've been bonding. [ Brightly. ]

week 2, blanket fort time post body find

[robopriest]

[Hey, here's a blanket fort.]

[One of the pillows goes toppling down. Hansa's arm reaches out from the mass of blankets and pillows, pointing to it.]

Hey, whoever is there. Can you hand that to me?

[misstrust]

I could.

[ As Dorothy scoops it up, she sounds a little sing-song. ]

But what do I receive in return?

[robopriest]

[His hand just kind of droops. Oh, he recognizes that voice.]

Miss Dorothy...well. [Hm.] I found Raven, earlier. I could tell you what we discovered there.

[misstrust]

[ There's a pause. A heavy one at that, and then the pillow just kind of taps his hand. ]

You certainly know exactly what to say to a girl, don't you?

Week 3, Thursday

[misstrust]

[ Dorothy is barely awake at this point. But she's still awake enough to notice when a new presence makes itself known while she's just chilling in her pile of leaves. And-- ]

... A cat?

[ A cat?? ]

[robopriest]

[It sure is a cat!]

[The black cat just stares at her for a moment, before trotting up to her.]

[Its just going to put a paw, curiously, against her cheek. Also Dorothy why are you in a pile of leaves. Please.]

[misstrust]

[ Because this is the only bed she's allowed in her room!!

And she has no strength to change that right now or even close her door, so it's fine. Instead, Dorothy blinks, then smiles and reaches out to scratch behind a kitty ear. ]

Just where did you come from?

Week 4, Monday

[misstrust]

[ Dorothy is-- doing her best? Sure. She's just deciding to take a break and check out her new room and sit down before she's scolded, but when the door opens-- ]

Oh, Hansa!

[ She lights up. ]

[robopriest]

Dorothy!

[He smiles, too, happy to see her - Treasure also mews from where he's sitting in Hansa's lap.]

I guess we're roommates?

[misstrust]

It would seem so... I don't suppose we must fight over the bottom bed, must we?

[ Like. Dorothy would claim top bunk but. Leg. It's tragic. ]

Week 4, Sunday

[misstrust]

[ Dorothy is just.

In their room.

On her bunk.

Face-down in a pillow.

Groaning.

Hi. ]

Week 5, Friday

[misstrust]

[ Oh. Hi, Hansa, here we are again.

Dorothy's frowning, apparently deep in pensive thought. Rupe, Rufus' little wolf thing, is just chilling by her feet and the miniature horse is pacing anxiously. ]

... What a disaster.

[robopriest]

You could say that again.

[He blinks down, surprised, at the sight of the wolf, but doesn't ask about it, instead moving to sit next to her. His own daemon, a wolf with an eyepatch, wanders over to sit between the two of them, sighing as it lays down.]

Four people...what happened?

[misstrust]

Four people decided unanimously to enthusiastically murder?

[ She says this a little weakly, shoulders slumping. ]

I think we'll be lucky if we can find at least one of them, considering how much we'll have to think about tomorrow.

week 5 post trial

[robopriest]

[Hey, roomie! You're looking....sick. Yeah, she's definitely not in a state to walk by herself - Hansa shakes his head as he approaches.]

Hello, Dorothy.
I'll help you out a little.
Let us go back.

[And he'll just bend down to scoop her up, without warning.]

[misstrust]

[ Dorothy-- lets out a yelp as she's suddenly hoisted into his arms, but the sudden movement also makes her feel distinctly more nauseous and she has to stop to bury her face in his shoulder. ]

... Thank you.

[ It's muffled, but yeah. She's already reached the conclusion she wouldn't make it on her own. ]

[robopriest]

Mmmhmm.

[Is the noise he makes in agreement, and he goes to move them both back to the room. When they get there, he gently rests her on the bed.]

[He then points to her, and mimics a drinking motion. Does she need water?]