heaven pcs: marcoh

[fending]

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w0, monday

[fending]

[ with the clothing store advertising new arrivals, fidelio stopped by to see what they had. neither him or basilio are much for swimming, but after spending weeks on the world's hottest island dressed in their long-sleeved suits for some fucking reason (atlus), he figures getting some more fitting attire might not be a bad idea, even if heaven is apparently temperature-controlled.

he's currently frowning at a shirt on a hanger, like he's having trouble picturing how it would fit without something to physically compare it to.

...and then he sees marcoh and calls over to him. ]

Oi. Mind if I borrow you for a minute?

[boxcar]

[ Runs in here!!!

Marcoh doesn't spend a whole lot of time in the clothing store for a few reasons but even he's gotta have more than just one set of clothes. He usually tries to come in when it isn't crowded though, and he mostly had just assumed it was empty until he's called out to. ]

...

[ Looks down and immediately... looks a certain way... but he withholds. ]

What is it?

[fending]

[ holds up the hanger with the shirt. probably a nice subtly-patterned green linen shirt or something. ]

Need to see how long this thing'd be on someone your height.

[ he does not want to accidentally give his brother a crop top. ]

w1, monday

[fending]

[ fidelio is already crouching down in front of the tree looking at the gift boxes in the morning, so he just picks up the present with marcoh's name on the tag and holds it out when he notices him. save him the effort of coming all the way down here from way up there. ]

For you, apparently.

[boxcar]

Oh.

[ He looks... surprised? ]

I have one?

[ ...Looks around... ]

Am I supposed to open it... now?

[fending]

Everyone's got one, from the looks of it.

Didn't exactly give us any rules to follow, so I reckon you're free to open it whenever you feel like it.

w1 friday

[boxcar]

[ Me typing w1 Monday and then backtracking so fast like no...

Anyway Marcoh is just leaning on a wall somewhere, being as shadow of a guy as anyone his size can possibly be. He nods vaguely when Fidelio comes around but he looks grim about it. ]

Again.

[fending]

Again. Times two.

[ he'll come lean too. he's fucking tired. ]

What the hell.

[boxcar]

Two is worrying.

...Same person, do you think?

w1 sunday

[boxcar]

[ Greaaat. ]

Don't know how open we will be to opening up new fun places but hopefully there is a clinic in it.

[ Seriously...they're gonna need it. ]

[fending]

Fuckin' hope so, 'specially if we have to worry 'bout groups disappearing and coming back ripped to shreds like the other day.

[boxcar]

Ay. That part is worrying.

[ LIKE WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT. ]

It bodes bad, since it was... related, to the whole place Jing and Jiaoqiu are from?

[ Seriously rubbing salt in the wound there. ]

w3, monday

[fending]

[ the memory that plays across the mirrors this time is one that's both very personal and very painful, and feels all the more raw after last week's events. fidelio winces as soon as it starts, but lets it play as-is. ]

[boxcar]

[ Ah. Healing magic, something he doesn't really know anything about -- but everything else about the Metaphors' world seems rather fantastical in nature. ]

...

She is right. Even if you think otherwise.

[fending]

...Sort of hard not to, but. Thanks.

w5 monday

[boxcar]

[ Just the whole of Italy in a fucking train car.

Marcoh is here just seeming extremely nonplussed about the whole thing but not in a bad way? Just. Whoa... he's in some area with street food, eating some bread while leaned against the wall and taking in the scenery with an expression that just seems vaguely confused. ]

[fending]

[ comes over to also lean. he's still slow and limping but better than a few days ago. ]

How far does this even go?

[boxcar]

It's pretty big. I've mentioned it to the angels a few times, but they always just tell me that I'm underestimating how big heaven really is.

[ Offers an arancini? ]

w5, tuesday

[fending]

[ texting after that curse wears off ]

Oof
Sorry about that

[boxcar]

no, I am sorry too

[ MORTIFIED, MAN. ]

[fending]

Pretty sure I was a lot more aggressively antagonistic than you were but
Don't worry about it

w6 monday

[boxcar]

[ Well he's gotta be in Italy again I suppose. Although this time it's not really on purpose because he got sent here via crazy doors.

He's just by the Tiberian River, staring off into the curve of it down the way. Around him you can see little flashes, visions of a place that looks quite similar but also not -- so similar to Italy but somehow darker, mistier, foggier. ]

[fending]

[ ...huh. ]

Is that— the place you were talkin' about before, that's like this but not completely.

[ v name, what was it... ]

w7 tuesday

[boxcar]

[ What's up, Fidelio. Marcoh is just checking in on the rats in the train car and well. ]

...Not the solution I was expecting but I suppose this is for the better...

[fending]

[ frowning at their glowing foreheads... glancing at him. ]

Hmm. Well... maybe.

Where do these occasional rat hordes come from anyway?