AUDIENCE FOR: Hope Estheim

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week 0, thursday

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[re: Hello. I'm sorry to have missed the opportunity to contact you yesterday. Would you be available to speak now? If not, feel free to pass this request on to another host who is able. Please don't take this personally; I don't want to inconvenience you, but I did also choose you at random.]

No worries. I have a moment.

[highestheim]

Thank you for responding. It's nice to meet you, Cetus.

May I ask what your role is? That of you and your fellow hosts, of course. I realize you're probably limited as to how much you're allowed to share, but I would still like to ask anyway.

week 2, monday

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[when hope rings the bell, a swirl of shadows appear for a moment before gemini steps out of them, hands folded behind their back. they greet him with a nod.]

Good evening, Mister Estheim. How may I help you?

oh jesus christ the shitpost is so much worse than it was on my computer screen

[highestheim]

[ the shadows make hope tense a little, given what they've uncovered as of late...but he relaxes a little once gemini materializes, giving them a polite nod. ]

Hello, Gemini. There's no need to be so formal. Please, just call me Hope. Everyone else does.

[ ...it makes him feel more at ease to be referred to in a more casual manner. sure, back home in his proper time period, he might not mind the formalities...but not so much here, among so many things from his past. ]

week 2, thursday

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[re: Hello, Virgo. As you may have already expected, a Thursday excursion group has returned. Given your offerings from the room service menus, is it safe to assume that your specialty is healing?

anyway, virgo got called like right after this, so they apparently don't see the typewriter message until after. but when they do, they reply.]

i'm a better healer than any of the other idiots, hahahaha
you saw for yourself today !

[highestheim]

I did. Thank you for your help. I wouldn't disparage your colleagues, though--they also did their part, after all.

week 2, saturday

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[just like before, when hope rings the bell there's a swirl of shadows as gemini soon steps out of them, a clawed hand wrapping around the picture frame before putting it away.]

Hello, Hope. [they sound. so tired.]

[highestheim]

[ mood, gemini. also why the fuck are we both awake ]

Gemini. [ ... ] Not one of our best performances today.

week 3, tuesday

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[hope rings the bell, and vulpecula appears holding a cup of coffee.]

Hi, Hope! I hope you made some of this for yourself too...

[highestheim]

[ he holds up a cup of his own! hewwo. ]

I never just get a single cup of coffee. Either I grab one for my assistant... or I'm working on a project that requires me to be a little more alert than usual.

week 3, monday

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[hope rings the bell and nothing happens.

he might be waiting for a bit, but after a few moments he'll hear a voice behind him.]

Hope, right? I don't think we've really had a chance to talk.

[highestheim]

[ hope is looking... a little flustered! like, in an embarrassed way. i wonder why that is. ]

Ah... hello, Aquarius. [ a sheepish nod ] I've been trying to make an effort to meet with all of you on an individual basis, but... I'm sure you understand that it's been kind of hard to set time aside to do so.

week 3, sunday

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[hope goes to sleep and never wakes up.




in all seriousness, he goes to sleep and when he dreams, he finds himself in a blank sort of space. it's empty, sort of fuzzy but there. after a few moments though gemini appears before them.]

...hello, Hope.

[highestheim]

[ it's strange, being in the void before gemini shows up, and for those few fleeting seconds, hope actually does believe he may never wake up again. but there they are, their figure exactly as he remembers. ]

Gemini...it really is you. [ beat ] At least, I hope it is.

week 4, sunday

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[so anyway hope goes to sleep and enters the blank space, and gemini appears not long after.]

Hope, what's going on?

[highestheim]

[ tswift plays faintly in the background... ]

Gemini, is Virgo with you all?

week 5, saturday

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[re: Um...
Hello, Virgo.
The threat has been eliminated.]

were any of you hurt

[highestheim]

Only me, but I'm all right.
More importantly--are you all right?

week 5, saturday

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[hope goes to sleep, and after a few moments he finds himself in the blank empty space as usual for the dream suite! gemini is there, hands behind their back and about eye-level with hope.]

Hello, Hope. [i will let you give me the details of HIS EYE, ANDIE, GOD.]

[highestheim]

[ well. if gemini is eye level with hope, then they will notice there is something a little off about hope's left eye! namely, it is covered in a couple of layers of gauze. hmmmmm. ]

...hi, Gemini.

[ he sounds very guilty. ]

week 6, tuesday

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[hope knocks, and virgo answers the door.

their arms are crossed.]

If you are here to complain about me healing your eye, save it. I do not want to hear it.

[highestheim]

It's not. I'm here to thank you, actually.

[ he holds up the flowers. ]

week 6, saturday

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[ goodnight hope zzz

when he wakes up, he'll find himself in the dream space, and aquila is there! they incline their head. ]

Hey, Hope. How can I help you?

[highestheim]

Hello, Aquila.

[ he waves a hand! also. his eye. it is still very much gone. lol. with his remaining one, he quickly scans the space around them, searching for errant shadows. ]

...We're still under watch here in the dream suite, correct?

week 6, sunday

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[virgo answers the door for hope!



and sighs.]

...if you are about to tell me that another fight broke out with the new arrivals and someone is in need of healing...

[highestheim]

[ it's ok, virgo, hope is looking just as tired. ]

There's apparently some sort of plan to... start a brawl later... but unless something happened in the five minutes it took me to walk over here, no one should be hurt.

week 7, monday

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[hope tries to knock and fuckin' beefs it, falling straight through the door.

when he enters the room, what he sees first is that it's glowing with some low lighting, enough to see and be comfortable without being overwhelmingly bright. the walls are dark, floors a dark wood and the accent colors are very rich and deep (burgundies, creams, etc.) the king-sized bed is there, piled high with pillows and blankets. there's a window across from the entrance with a window seat, curtains currently open to reveal what looks like a nice, scenic park. two large bookcases are flanking each side of the window, crammed with books. there's a fireplace and a plush reading chair, with a small table to the side of it. there's also a large executive desk against another wall, along with a closet door and a bathroom door.

there's a typewriter on the desk, along with a closed laptop. there are...also a fuckton of papers. like just a buttload of papers in a messy pile, two books stacked on each other next to the typewriter itself. there's a garbage can filled with papers, snack wrappers and soda cans. the office chair is comfy and leather though. there's a vase of flowers in the room, tall and purple and willow-y with a few fresh sunflowers added.

there's a nightstand next to the bed, along with a small shelving unit. there are all sorts of trinkets and items scattered around on these things, and on the walls themselves there are a few framed awards. he can't read what they are. there's also a watercolor of a carbuncle? the nightstand has a star-shaped alarm clock amongst the other stuff. there are drawings taped to the wall.

there's a table with a chess set as well. on the mantle of the fireplace is what appears to be some bizarro steel...warrior...kind of action figure. there are also. dog toys. everywhere. and treats. and a dog bed sits by the chair near the window. there are claw marks in one of the curtains and it seems like it's sliding off a little.

...most notably the room is a mess. there's clothes all over the floor, a few books and random objects scattered, sneakers are kind of kicked into a corner, and given there's a few chess pieces on the floor it's likely that gemini tripped at one point over some of the junk on the floor.

speaking of, gemini is at their desk and seems to be rifling through a bunch of the papers. they also have yet to notice that hope is in the room because, like, ghost.]

[highestheim]

[ well. this is. a lot to take in! hope feels like it's a little rude to just barge into someone's room without making his presence known, even if it's not really his fault that he's currently without a physical form. before he really takes a full look around to get his bearings, he starts off by righting himself back up and clearing his throat a little to hopefully gain gemini's attention. ]

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Hello, Gemini.