[ jolyne doesn't take too long to get to the library, making her way inside and having a look around. she will eventually find wherever he has sat himself... ]
[ temenos is settled at a table currently - just like earlier in the week! he's already pushed out a chair for her to sit in if she'd like, and gives a small nod of his head towards it. come along, sit.
his expression is placid as ever - soft and calm. he doesn't seem too affected, but, then again, he is the cleric. the listener. the comforter. who knows? ]
[ she looks at the chair for a moment before pulling it out further to sit on it backwards, arms draped over the back. she fishes her phone out of her pocket and sets it on the table for now. ]
Not great, considering two people are dead but I think that's kinda universal right now, huh...
[ she frowns a little resting her cheek on her arm. ]
Norma was with us last night, in the grocery store... y'know the first time we met she just outright told me we should be friends. It's been so long... [ since that's happened. it made her feel a little normal. ]
he props his cheek in his hand, setting the other on his notebook to give her his full attention - though, he does pause to scribble something down when she's talking. jolyne can see it: norma - grocery store. ]
Mmm. She was a very friendly and very vibrant young woman, wasn't she? [ sweet norma. ] I am sorry for your loss, Jolyne.
[ genuine - his expression changes a bit, softening into sympathy. ]
[ she glances at the note he's made and decides to unravel the rest: ]
She was...
We found her body in the gym—behind one of the weight machines. Pool of blood—her straw was there too, her weapon from home that was reduced to just. [ she waves her hand ] That. Motherfucker...
[ ah. recognition flits across his face, and it melts into a slightly grateful smile: temenos shifts and continues writing in his book. gym. weight machines. pool of blood. ]
...You were the one to come across it? [ that's even worse. he knows the feeling! unfortunately too well! there's a pause there, as he looks at her, brow pinching a little in worry, before he shakes his head to let it go. gods. ]
...Was there any sign of what killed her, that you could see? Before the penguins rushed you out. We barely got a chance to look at Rocket, last time, so it's quite alright if you didn't.
No, nothin'. Didn't wanna disturb the body either—but there was a small weight by a treadmill nearby that Hung and Ponta saw. Had a scuff on it, but not sure if it was the thing that did her in...
[ she rubs her jaw a little before turning on her phone and flipping to her photos. ]
... Unrelated... but sort of related to our situation I guess. We got this note from our little trip. Figured you should have it too...
[ there's a photo of a note that says:
These heroes are unable to return to the worlds they call home while they have yet to win their competition. If a team loses, all those within the team, present and future, those worlds they hail from will come under the light of the moon. Those worlds will be forever changed with the loss of the heroes hailing from them. There is nothing better than a hero under distress.
By winning they will be putting their companions here at risk. By losing, their homes will be rewritten to be completely different, erasing their place within it. A dire situation indeed. A benefit no matter the outcome. ]
It sounds like you all did good investigative work. We'll look more closely into these things during tomorrow's farce. [ there's approval there. he expects nothing less, really. hung especially - he's a detective, too.
but, ah. the note! he looks interested, eyebrows raising, and tilts to look at the note itself, reading it carefully. there's a long moment where he processes, before he flips to a fresh page in his notebook and starts to write, copying the text. ]
...Under the light of the moon, hm.
[ his expression doesn't change much, but jolyne will likely get the immediate vibe of :nyeh: from that specific sentence alone. hmm. hmm!!!! as he's finishing copying over the text: ] ...How foreboding. Perhaps this is related, after all - at least in terms of motive.
Don't know if it's right to begin with... just feels like we're being set up. Just with how that entire note sounds...
Our powers are stripped, and we've been given brand new powers... it puts all of the control in their court. [ a beat ] What if that's just a small part of it? A sweetener to throw us off. "There is nothing better than a hero under distress."
[ yeah. everything is terrible! he nods, thoughtful as ever. ]
As far as I can ascertain, we are not unlike the dolls in a paper play, at the moment. Though our will is free, in some manners, we are being held to a specific narrative, and all factors around us are designed to play into it. Even when we push back against the story, there's no hide, hair, or mention of it, and no one native to this place seems to listen.
Have you spoken much to the leaders at all about our situation? Or, perhaps, what happened before we arrived?
And even then, I'm not sure. It's funny, because they've ascertained that the moon crash thing was real... but then I went online the other day and there are definitely some people who think it's a total hoax. I know you can't always believe shit you see on the 'net or whatever, but...
It's worth having all of the perspectives. In every bit of information, there's some iota of truth.
So I really think maybe it's got something to do with this "paper doll" aspect that you mentioned. I would put money on the fact that something about Thursday night specifically makes us... susceptible to something.
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ill be there in a bit
[ jolyne doesn't take too long to get to the library, making her way inside and having a look around. she will eventually find wherever he has sat himself... ]
Hey you...
[ she offers him a small smile, a little tight. ]
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[ temenos is settled at a table currently - just like earlier in the week! he's already pushed out a chair for her to sit in if she'd like, and gives a small nod of his head towards it. come along, sit.
his expression is placid as ever - soft and calm. he doesn't seem too affected, but, then again, he is the cleric. the listener. the comforter. who knows? ]
How are you feeling?
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Not great, considering two people are dead but I think that's kinda universal right now, huh...
[ she frowns a little resting her cheek on her arm. ]
Norma was with us last night, in the grocery store... y'know the first time we met she just outright told me we should be friends. It's been so long... [ since that's happened. it made her feel a little normal. ]
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he props his cheek in his hand, setting the other on his notebook to give her his full attention - though, he does pause to scribble something down when she's talking. jolyne can see it: norma - grocery store. ]
Mmm. She was a very friendly and very vibrant young woman, wasn't she? [ sweet norma. ] I am sorry for your loss, Jolyne.
[ genuine - his expression changes a bit, softening into sympathy. ]
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She was...
We found her body in the gym—behind one of the weight machines. Pool of blood—her straw was there too, her weapon from home that was reduced to just. [ she waves her hand ] That. Motherfucker...
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...You were the one to come across it? [ that's even worse. he knows the feeling! unfortunately too well! there's a pause there, as he looks at her, brow pinching a little in worry, before he shakes his head to let it go. gods. ]
...Was there any sign of what killed her, that you could see? Before the penguins rushed you out. We barely got a chance to look at Rocket, last time, so it's quite alright if you didn't.
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[ she rubs her jaw a little before turning on her phone and flipping to her photos. ]
... Unrelated... but sort of related to our situation I guess. We got this note from our little trip. Figured you should have it too...
[ there's a photo of a note that says:
These heroes are unable to return to the worlds they call home while they have yet to win their competition. If a team loses, all those within the team, present and future, those worlds they hail from will come under the light of the moon. Those worlds will be forever changed with the loss of the heroes hailing from them. There is nothing better than a hero under distress.
By winning they will be putting their companions here at risk. By losing, their homes will be rewritten to be completely different, erasing their place within it. A dire situation indeed. A benefit no matter the outcome. ]
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but, ah. the note! he looks interested, eyebrows raising, and tilts to look at the note itself, reading it carefully. there's a long moment where he processes, before he flips to a fresh page in his notebook and starts to write, copying the text. ]
...Under the light of the moon, hm.
[ his expression doesn't change much, but jolyne will likely get the immediate vibe of :nyeh: from that specific sentence alone. hmm. hmm!!!! as he's finishing copying over the text: ] ...How foreboding. Perhaps this is related, after all - at least in terms of motive.
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[ the moon, the moon, the moon, it was always the moon with pucci. she lowers her eyes, curling her fingers into her palms. ]
It might just be. I wonder if there's something about Thursday nights... [ she drags a nail on the top of the chair, scratching quietly in thought. ]
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What do you think?
[ tell me more ]
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Don't know if it's right to begin with... just feels like we're being set up. Just with how that entire note sounds...
Our powers are stripped, and we've been given brand new powers... it puts all of the control in their court. [ a beat ] What if that's just a small part of it? A sweetener to throw us off. "There is nothing better than a hero under distress."
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[ yeah. everything is terrible! he nods, thoughtful as ever. ]
As far as I can ascertain, we are not unlike the dolls in a paper play, at the moment. Though our will is free, in some manners, we are being held to a specific narrative, and all factors around us are designed to play into it. Even when we push back against the story, there's no hide, hair, or mention of it, and no one native to this place seems to listen.
Have you spoken much to the leaders at all about our situation? Or, perhaps, what happened before we arrived?
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And even then, I'm not sure. It's funny, because they've ascertained that the moon crash thing was real... but then I went online the other day and there are definitely some people who think it's a total hoax. I know you can't always believe shit you see on the 'net or whatever, but...
It's worth having all of the perspectives. In every bit of information, there's some iota of truth.
So I really think maybe it's got something to do with this "paper doll" aspect that you mentioned. I would put money on the fact that something about Thursday night specifically makes us... susceptible to something.