fending | heaven pcs: mizu

[ fidelio's just hanging out in the lobby of the mansion, still getting used to the phone— on which he apparently managed to activate text-to-voice at some point, because it starts reading (throws dart) anders's profile out loud once he opens them back up to pick up where he left off, startling him out of his seat. ]

Bloody hell!!

[ it's evening and suddenly everything is bats and pumpkins and anatomically incorrect animal skeletons.

also fidelio's got horns instead of cat ears or a tail right now? it's fine. (he presumably has the normal ears for this tribe hidden under his hair, as funny as it would be to pull a chainsaw man.) ]

Hard to even get a handle on what theme they're goin' for here.

[ fuck if he recognises halloween as a holiday ]

[ our lightly toasted library... ]

...Wasn't expectin' two this time.

[ should have learned his lesson from the double fires. ]

[hello. we are... somewhere. probably somewhere indoors? or the void.]

What a mess.

[ after that cyoa return, fidelio is, predictably, at the hospital! he rarely leaves basilio's room, and when he does, he never ventures far, and leaves the door open a crack so he can still keep an eye on him.

at the moment, he's just outside the room going through a backpack full of medical supplies, though it seems like it's just anxious counting to keep himself occupied more than anything. ]

[ the memory (1:01:17 - 1:03:50) that plays across the mirrors this time isn't a bad one, only a little bittersweet. fidelio's expression watching it now is a little softer compared to how he came off in the memory itself. ]

[happy endgame week! there ain't no way either of them is willingly walking into the funhouse, i think. so instead, they get to see a memory play out in some other reflective surface. it's fine.

mizu just watches this happen, thinking— Not this shit again...]

weekend 0, sunday

w1, monday

w1, friday

week one, saturday.

w2, thursday

w3, monday

week seven, monday.