[ as to be expected, probably, orion is prompt, so shinobu is not left waiting long. the shadows they have coalesce at the front of the room, and out they step, giving a little bow of their head. ]
[ they are holding hands! orion at least does not seem to want to let go, either, thanks to the magic of affection week, so, they let shinobu lead him into the simulation room.
... the image of the house catches them by surprise, at first. they look around, at the landscape, the quaint beauty of the house, take a moment to take it all in.
... what do you think a home is. shinobu always has the hard hitting questions, doesn't she? still, he gives her an honest answer, thoughtful as always. ]
...Somewhere to belong, I think. Is this yours...?
[ orion glances around the simulation. he'd invite you if he could shinobu :( ] They're comfortable.
As for Thursdays...we are locked into our own rooms on Thursday evenings. [ a dip of their head in a nod. ] So...I suppose in that respect, it's nice that our rooms are curated, too.
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[ as to be expected, probably, orion is prompt, so shinobu is not left waiting long. the shadows they have coalesce at the front of the room, and out they step, giving a little bow of their head. ]
Hello, Lady Shinobu.
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Hello, Orion-san. If I show you something I miss, will you show me something you miss?
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...
but then they take her hand. ]
... I could try. It...may not be as specific as you'd like. [ considering. but they seem agreeable to the idea, at least. shinobu wins as always ]
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That's all right. I won't press you to do anything that will get put you in danger.
[ she will touch a panel and the wall and transform the room into the Butterfly Estate. ]
What do you think a home is?
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... the image of the house catches them by surprise, at first. they look around, at the landscape, the quaint beauty of the house, take a moment to take it all in.
... what do you think a home is. shinobu always has the hard hitting questions, doesn't she? still, he gives her an honest answer, thoughtful as always. ]
...Somewhere to belong, I think. Is this yours...?
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[ she looks at the flower gardens like she expects someone to be standing idly there, as if they don't know where to go without flipping a coin. ]
Do you have a home to return to?
[ she's thinking about the memory she saw. ]
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and he seems to pause for a moment, thinking about her question. ]
... In some sense, yes, I do.
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I have a place that I call my own, and a duty of some kind.
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[ she remembers his bitterness, but she also remembers his self-worth. ]
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they glance away. ]
...I don't know if it will ever be home, no. By its nature, it can't be. [ a pause. ] ... It was starting to be, though.
[ and then
gestures at week 0 ]
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oh. no, she doesn't like that. she doesn't like that all. she frowns. ]
I do not agree with this. [ she wants to burn the hotel down.
... ] Are you allowed to say how long you've been here?
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Longer than you all have. [ they dip their head, a bit. ]
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she sighs, and then changes tracks. ]
Are guests allowed in your room?
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... that's
a question. he blinks? ]
Ah... no. Why do you ask?
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[ she wanted to be invited to see his room. ):
but also, she's quietly wondering if there are any repercussions to the room break-ins or not. ]
And I wanted to know, if the staff experiences the same thing guests do Thursday nights.
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[ orion glances around the simulation. he'd invite you if he could shinobu :( ] They're comfortable.
As for Thursdays...we are locked into our own rooms on Thursday evenings. [ a dip of their head in a nod. ] So...I suppose in that respect, it's nice that our rooms are curated, too.
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Are you allowed to be with the guests while we're locked in on Thursdays?