catch-all: mollymauk.

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saturday, week zero.

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[Walking into the kitchen some time after he's already there. Hello? Hello.]

Oh! Molly! [... Where did the other half of his name go? Mystery.] Whatcha up to?

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[He doesn't even notice that she shortened it - he's used to it. In fact - it means they're becoming fast friends, obviously.]

Ah, just--

[He kicks at the foot of one of the stupid food stands.]

Trying to soak something out here, and as usual in this place, I'm completely baffled. It isn't my favorite feeling, you understand.

W0 - THURSDAY

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[Setting this Thursday because I sacked out and listen, we have time,]

[Molly is just hanging out by the simulation room, outside the door and leaning against it, waiting for people to come by. When Shelia wanders his direction he waves, excitedly!]

Oh! Married! Why don't you come show me something?

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[it's fine time is fake]

Still Sheila. [She doesn't sound super bothered by it, though.] And, sure. But what are you hoping to see, exactly?

W0 - FRIDAY

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[UGH well

Molly is just at the bar by now, rubbing his temples for a second before he sees Sheila. Raising a glass?]

So, did you expect that to start happening, or no? Odds?

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[She starts squinting the further she walks into the common room. That's probably fine.]

Well... I was hoping the paragraphs dedicated to death were just healthy paranoia. [Tamaki wasn't even a bad person? So rude.] ... Why are you here? I can barely see anything.

saturday, week zero.

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[running into him near the simulation room! and, yeah. this isn't great. she stops, stares at him, lets out a long exhale.]

Oh, Molly...

[she sounds so sorry.]

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[He's just sitting outside of the room, cross-legged on the floor. His big coat is off, so it's just the loose shirt underneath - blood still on his face from the Punch Off.]

Oh. Don't sound quite so sad, you'll make me very sad, darling.

W1 - THURSDAY

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[Hi Sheila - where you at girl. Molly is just tracking her down after a while, and looks a bit relieved that someone has gone to the medbay without like. complaining about it.]

Your hand alright?

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[She would like not to have a janked up finger forever, so. Yeah. It's fine.]

Uh-huh. Look, good as new.

[She holds up her hand and wiggles her finger! It... is probably moving a little weird and she should put a splint on that, but look, ma'. No wincing.]

W1 - SATURDAY

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[Hey Sheila. How's it goin' with you. He'll just come over whenever he spots her, raising a hand.]

So, any words of wisdom to wrap up the day?

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Does "fuck" count?

[She's so tired of these murder trials.]

monday, week two.

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[i forgot to ask for a location so they are just in the void until otherwise specified

but she lifts a hand in greeting when she spots him.]

Molly! How are we doing today?

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[the void is my personal favorite.

Molly seems-- alright, until he remembers that being close to people and making eye contact is how these things seem to get started. He sort of tries to glance away, but, well.]

Do be careful. Strange shit is abound.

W2 - FRIDAY

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[Oh, hey Sheila. Welcome to the void. Or more likely the hallway outside of the kitchen, where molly has just wandered without much purpose.]

. . . I know you had your disagreements, but I'm still sorry to see him gone.

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[She nods, visibly upsetti.]

He was a fucking asshole, but I didn't want him dead. He didn't deserve that.

[Some assholes do not? Deserve death? God.]

By the way, ignore everything I said on Monday? Apparently, I lost more than just my favorite dress after almost getting killed by giants last week.

thursday, week three.

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[She is? Coming to find him after he's hopefully used the pods? Please let your outside blood become inside blood again.]

Molly...?

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[He's just washing something off in the sink. his nose is still pretty fucked up - he looks like he got hit in the face pretty good - and there's a gnarly patched over wound in his chest. but he's upright.]

Sheila.

[he still sounds a bit wheezy too.]

saturday, week three.

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[Rec room it is! Please tell me he hasn't gone full Gluttony, because otherwise it's going to make the fact that she casually slides up to him terrible.]

So... How are we feeling about tonight?

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[he's gone

half gluttony

he is very industriously petting this cat, who seems to be just fine with this. cross-legged in one of the beanbag chairs while frumpkin is purring and purring in his lap.]

Mixed bag! I mean. Did catch someone. On the other hand, I can't say I didn't think about going after Douman myself.

saturday, week four.

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[Running into him in the sleepbay hallway! She's currently texting, it seems, but she stops when she notices him.]

Molly?

[What's he up to?]

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[he'd



he'd just been standing there pressing his forehead into the wall for a minute

it's fine. he'll turn when he's addressed though.]

Oh. Hullo Sheila.

W5 - SATURDAY

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[yo

molly is just wandering at some point, maybe the observation room or the planetarium

sheilas cool husband smokes The Weed so

she probably knows what it smells like]

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[Whew. Yeah. The smell sure is hitting her as she walks into the observation room.]

Whoa. Well, there's a smell I haven't run into in a while.

[Molly is neither her husband nor someone she's mad with, so she will not be a narc.]

monday, week six.

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[The beach is wonderful and wow, new favorite floor? Sheila will wave Molly over when she spots him, chilling under an umbrella with a smoothie. She absolutely stole a pair of sunglasses and one of those cute beach dresses to lounge in style.]

Molly! Come join me!

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[sheila knows exactly how to do this doesn't she? this is everything. molly has abandoned his coat somewhere for the time being, so just the loose open shirt and his stupid leggings, boots slung over one arm. he does have a pair of cool sparkly sunglasses though. apparently he'd been saving these for a special occasion that is finally here.

immediately flopping himself onto an adjacent beach chair, kicking his feet up, tail just messing with the sand.]

This might be the best room in the place actually? Helpfully, no one has died horribly in it yet.

W7 - MONDAY

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[molly is just vibing near the shrine - he's taken up a seat under one of the shady trees, sitting on his coat and just sketching in what looks like the pages of a coloring book. Or he's just using the coloring book to support whatever he's actually drawing on.

He's also smoking? this is fine. Nothing seems obviously off at first glance, but, weirdly, the red eye tattoos on his neck and hands have now turned gold. And there's the odd tint to his horns that isn't quite their usual color. It's fine, don't worry about it.]

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[Hmm... This seems fine and normal. Sheila has an extra large smoothie cup with her, which might explain why she's currently not a demon right now. But she looks at him in concern when she approaches.]

Molly...! Whatcha up to?

W7 - SATURDAY

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[heyo!!! he's just wandering back to his room after a bit, giving a little salute to sheila on the way if he spots her.]

Still sort of feels very unreal, doesn't it?

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No fucking kidding!

[She is also on her way back to her room, so perfect opportunity to run into each other. But more importantly—]

Is Beau okay?