scawwy ✦ marian hawke

[recession]

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W0, monday

[recession]

[ Wowee. What a way to start the week off. He can happen to run into Hawke somewhere in the camp, it's not very big. Maybe the refectory's wine basement? ]

...

I don't believe we've spoken in official capacity, Ms. Hawke.

Not the best time for first impressions, but... others have seen just as bad, I think, and I'm starting to think there'll never be a better time.

[ This effect SUCKS. ]

[quirkwall]

[ they need More Wine given how things are shaping up. think they can steal a barrow for the cabin? ]

We won't ever have a more perfect time, quite honestly. It gets a bit distracting elsewise with everyone quietly panicking.

w0, fri

[quirkwall]

[ MR DEATHFLAGS WHERE ARE WE. ....well. tbf they're probably sitting in the cabin clutching onto the wine like the healthy adults they are ]


So even our captors, huh?

[recession]

[ STOP HE'S ALIVE ISN'T HE!!! He's indoors. Being a sad sight. It looks like he got dunked in gasoline -- not literally, it's just the vibe. ]

...This isn't good.

w1, tues

[quirkwall]

[ imagine if i said hawke grabbed him by the collar and went to funky town? lucky for him, hawke isn't one for shopping and thus it's (strongarmed) to the farm they go.

she hands him an animal brush ]

Have you done this before?

[recession]

[ I do think that'd be funny.

He's just standing here being given a brush after getting oof'd towards the farm. He looks at it and at the nearest animal. ]

...No, actually. Have you?

W1, tuesday

[recession]

[ Okay I think she actually is just going to manhandle him into Funky Fashionista after all. Let's go funktown.

Honestly Daan has probably changed into something better anyway, but it looks like he's coming back to sift through the availables for other things anyway. ]

Surely they have a small bag somewhere.

[quirkwall]

[ i'm crying real tears i hope you know. lets high speed tennis this, yeah!

otherwise, I'm sure hawke has picked up one (1) outfit but like. she's also a ye olde squinting at all of these more modern things like ?? ??????????

she holds up the meat dress. what in the most terrible orelesian fashion is this ]

Surely, they have something I recognize.

W2, monday

[recession]

[ Hi Hawke. It's a decently lovely new week maybe, although the weekend was as horrible as usual.

Have a relatively sweeter memory to kind of balance out how this week's been and how the rest probably will be. ]

[quirkwall]

[ hawke has been having the most wild of Mondays so a memory like this is a bit of a soothing balm to the utmost disaster that's been her own brain bleating like a stuck pig. maker help us if it decides to strike again.

this does not stop her from forming a truly mischievous smile, because seeing daan like this is incredibly precious. congrats you're never going to live this down probably ]

Well, doesn't she seem like a lovely girl?

w2, fri

[quirkwall]

[ actually we have another reason for this because poor hawke stepped in glass on invest and that probably needs disinfecting before she just pours her gas station alcohol on it and calls it good.

meanwhile, she will also be here drinking the worst piss beer she could find like it's water. as you do? ]

[recession]

[ STOP!! HAWKE!! Is she going to let him know / let him check it.

Also yeah, as you do. Daan isn't above drinking shitty alcohol when times are rough. Give him some. ]

W2, saturday

[recession]

[ Well this is a horrible time. Daan got swamped and is in bed in his lonely little cabin room, but at what cost?

He's still in his bloodied clothes probably and he's painedly trying to free his collar a little bit, and reaching blindly for the side table. He is bordering delirium right now. ]

[quirkwall]

[ can you believe they're really just out here vibing in a sick room together. absolute mutual misery, via swamping from ser alfyn himself. how dare he actually.

she's flat on her face and honestly, the only reason you can tell she's still alive is because occasionally the swears go from a quiet mutter to sHIT FUCK DAMN THAT FUCKING HURTs ]

I miss my daggers.

W3, friday

[recession]

[ I always end up with these silent starters where they don't say anything first please help. Well he's... fucking somewhere, staring off into the distance with a cigarette coming way too close to its end. ]

[quirkwall]

[ help me. daan get out of the depression sauce and leave some for the rest of us

hawke will come by and plop a bottle of shit beer next to him, stolen probably from the party leftovers and hidden away for this moment. ]

You're going to burn your fingers.

w4, mon

[quirkwall]

[ well, for funsies, I think they should go explore the teeny infirmary if only because hawke doesn't recognize most of these modern marvels and squints incredibly dubiously at the idea of hot and cold patches compared to like, ye olde poultices.

all of this would have been useful a few days ago ]

Think anyone would mind if we just emptied the place?

[recession]

I think Mr. Greengrass is having a similar train of thought, although he intends to do so towards the end of the week. Wouldn't want to piss off some higher existence here too, would we?

[ What the fuck happened last week. ]

w4, thurs

[quirkwall]

[ continues on just quietly fussing over our doctor man ig. her angry thought scribbles just rotate like a microwave ]

I've not a clue if that heal worked or not but I was certainly thinking it rather hard.

[recession]

[ Sorry you did that right after he was a huge bitch to you on main do you want to take it back ma'am ]

W4, friday

[recession]

[ Well hello there. He's just kinda out here somewhere just hanging I guess. Smoking a cigarette as you may come to expect him to simply do on a Friday. He's all bandaged and shit.

He'll glance at Hawke if she passes by though. ]

[quirkwall]

[ she looks like she went to go fight a bear and lost (no). there's definitely a sense of mute exhaustion but she holds up a horrifically out of place neon cup of some boardwalk drinky, and salutes him with it ]

Here's to having survived again.

w4, sat

[quirkwall]

[ WELL SHE'S STILL FUCKING LAYING HERE WHICH IS... a little awkward. oops, forgotten again. hopefully she's close enough the veil effect isn't up or this is going to be a hysterically short thread ]

You're a bloody bastard I hope you know.

[recession]

[ Help are you okay? ]

Well-aware and noted, even if that hurts my feelings.

Hello, Ms. Marian Hawke. So good to see you're here still.

[ His features may be goopy and indistinct but he sounds perfectly pleasant. ]

W6, wednesday

[recession]

[ Phases back into existence somewhere else but is she still going to yell at him on sight? ]

[quirkwall]

[ no i think she's good now. there's a chance she's stolen one of the many cigarettes around to puff angrily on though. look at what yall are doing to her ]

ENDGAME

[quirkwall]

[ wowee! we did it! ]

I have to say. This was a new one even for me. [ summoning horny baby gods only to insult it to death?? man, if only all final fights was this easy ]

[recession]

... You're telling me. I don't think I understood a single thing that happened today.

[ Why was the god so horny. What did you guys do. ]