[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.]
[ 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. ]
[ he is so glad he is transparent so the book doesn't land on his ghostie foot or something. while he does glance at the dictionary on the floor, he figures they can save that discussion for another time... ]
You didn't hear about the bus tickets? Harrowhark and Lup chose Claude and me, respectively, to return to this side.
No, I heard. I sort of tuned out after everybody started yelling about who to choose and that stupid lollipop and stuff. But that doesn't...I mean. You're kind of a ghost?
For the time being, that seems to be the case. I'm more here than I am there, though; I don't think Claude and I can return to the other side now that we've been brought back. So, we can talk with you, but...
[ to demonstrate a point, he bends over to try and pick up the book that gemini dropped, only for his hand to completely pass through it. ]
No, I don't suppose you can. [...they finally turn away from the papers to look at hope entirely though, leaning forward on their knees to examine him.]
But that might be part of the problem. [and they seem a little...unsure.] Um. You still have the copy of the contract, don't you?
I know—the clause about how we must be present in the lobby in the same state of existence that we arrived in, right? [ ... ] Our contracts aren't over yet. We still have time.
Right. This--[a wild wave at hope's everything]--probably isn't the same state of existence unless there's something you're not telling me. You're starting to run out of time is the other thing.
Maybe so, but the fact is that it isn't over yet. There's still a chance that we can change our fates, and I intend to do everything in my power to make that happen.
pause, actually. and sort of look at hope for a second.]
...I'm not going to stop you. But I don't know how much I can help you right now. You get that, don't you? [it's hesitant, because they are kind of worried about this.]
[ man it sucks being a ghost. hope will allow them some time to collect themselves, but not before trying to reach out and pat their shoulder... only to withdraw it yet again. ]
Not if the reason you can't be with them is because you're stuck working for the Nightman.
...Trust me. I know what it's like to be beholden to your duties. But in my case, my loved ones were gone, or otherwise unable to reach—yours are out there. You should be with them.
And I agree with that, too, but you are missing the point, Hope. Even after this is over, I don't know when we'll see each other again. It's not the same.
All of that can also be true. [. . .] ...I'm the one who ended up going back to fix stuff that went wrong to save them. But because of it, I'm not with them anymore. That's what happened. The dormhead that you knew--[they don't say riku's name in case people are Listening]--is from before any of that happened. He doesn't know.
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week 7, monday
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.]
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Hello, Gemini.
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it's a dictionary.
but they turn to look at him, blinking in surprise for a few moments.]
Oh, Hope. I didn't hear you come in. [...and then it registers.] Wait, what? [WHY ARE YOU A GHOOOOOOOST?]
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You didn't hear about the bus tickets? Harrowhark and Lup chose Claude and me, respectively, to return to this side.
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[ to demonstrate a point, he bends over to try and pick up the book that gemini dropped, only for his hand to completely pass through it. ]
There's only so much we can do.
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But that might be part of the problem. [and they seem a little...unsure.] Um. You still have the copy of the contract, don't you?
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I know—the clause about how we must be present in the lobby in the same state of existence that we arrived in, right? [ ... ] Our contracts aren't over yet. We still have time.
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[ . . . ]
That includes you, too, you know.
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pause, actually. and sort of look at hope for a second.]
...I'm not going to stop you. But I don't know how much I can help you right now. You get that, don't you? [it's hesitant, because they are kind of worried about this.]
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...seriously, focus on your own contract first. That's all I'm asking for you guys.
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okay.
that kind of blindsides the hell out of them so they sort of make a weird sound that isn't quite a word.
actually yeah, no, they aren't sure what to say. sora.exe has crashed, please hold.]
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...Sorry. That may have been a bit of a low blow.
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...I knew what was going to happen when I left, Hope. [evenly.] As long as he and Kairi are together, I can wait.
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Not if the reason you can't be with them is because you're stuck working for the Nightman.
...Trust me. I know what it's like to be beholden to your duties. But in my case, my loved ones were gone, or otherwise unable to reach—yours are out there. You should be with them.
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Ah. A similar situation to mine, then.
[ except on the other side of things... ]
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You never wondered why I understood exactly what you were talking about?
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