catch-all: harrow.

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saturday, week zero.

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[Hello, Harrow... Sheila will make her way to the rec room sometime after #cheesegate, and sigh in relief upon seeing it pristine! Well, for the most part. Watch something blow up as soon as I link this PC.]

Oh, thank god. No cheese products.

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[Harrow is curled up on a couch in there, and wrinkles her nose when Sheila comes in.]

No, this room seems safe for now.

friday, week zero.

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[Considering someone just died, Sheila will be poking into rooms while drinking a smoothie, on the look out for any corpses. Like, hewwo? Tamaki? You dead in here?

But she pauses once she runs into Harrow, grimacing a little as she gives her a look over.]

What a morning, huh?

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[Haha. She's freaking out a little, but it's hard to tell; she's just slouchy and looks grumpy, and a little disheveled, like she passed out someplace weird and hasn't had time to touch up her goth look yet.

She sort of stares at Sheila when she says that.]

. . . Yes. At least it's a Friday?

friday, week one.

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[Into the common room she goes... pausing to lift a hand in greeting when she spots Harrow.]

How are you feeling?

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I'm. . .

[How do you answer that to someone who actually knows how you're doing.]

I was able to heal, a little bit. And to collect my thoughts. You?

monday, week two.

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[Catching her in (throws dart) the cargo bay! Sheila lets out a long exhale as she stares at the stacks of boxes, and then glances when she notices Harrow.]

Man, I hope we never get an earthquake.

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An. . . earthquake?

[The cargo bay is fine. She's just looking around.]

week 2; friday

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[Sheila, your roommate. She will come and find her somewhere in the void, then!]

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[HER ROOMMATE!! Somewhere in the void, Harrow will find her looking visibly upset.]

People have not quit their bullshit, huh?

sunday, week two.

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[Running into her (throws dart) just outside of the sleep bay. She briefly waves at her as she approaches.]

Harrowhark, hey.

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Hello.

[Sleep bay is fine. She seems tired, but she'll nod to Sheila.]

How are you doing?

monday, week three.

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Soooo, quick question. If I just so happened to have some sustainably farmed bones that do not belong to anyone you know, would you want them?

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Oh, yes. The refrigerator is very helpful at bone generation, but a little more can never go amiss.]

wednesday, week three.

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[Catching her in the library! And frowning at her phone.]

Did you get a weird text today?

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Oh. Was it - about confessions?

[She smiles a little grimly.]

The worst thing I've done here is something that I think none of us wish to discuss again.

friday, week three.

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[GREETINGS FROM THE SLEEPBAY... Where she is, unfortunately, bummed over Omi and (smudged handwriting) Donut. She waves at Harrow when she spots her, though, walking over.]

Hey... Have you seen anything?

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[She will. . . immediately grab Sheila's hands and look at them closely. And then sniff them. Hmm.]

w4; tuesday

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Sheila,

Would you please tell me what the power you received from the labours task does?

I am looking into something. This information stays with me alone for now.

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Sure...? I can make someone talk like a pretentious asshole for five hours.

I don't care if you share AFTER the powers expire, but please don't tell anyone before then. I don't want anyone to think I'm an easy target just because it's totally useless.

saturday, week four.

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[Knocking on her suite door...]

Harrowhark? It's Sheila!

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[She will go to the door and let her in! She seems better - she's washed her face and is for once rocking the no makeup look, and she has Frumpkin with her.]

Come in.

monday, week five.

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[Yeah... Yeah.............. The pool sure has an interesting scent and Sheila will pause by the door in order to sniff the air, frowning.]

... Hm.

[Is that a bad hm or a good hm? Mystery. Either way, she automatically approaches Harrow once she spots her.]

See anything interesting?

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[She's sitting by the edge, sort of peering in, but she's also kind of still reddish tinted from the water?]

It simulates the River - where the souls of the dead go when they die. I've only seen the real thing once. You can see their ghosts down there, if you dive in.

[So yeah, interesting.]

w5; tuesday

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Could you tell me what What Are Those does? I'm compiling a list again. I have no intention of circulating it.

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I can leave some super intense hickies on someone without even laying a finger on them.
It's actually why I said anything at all last week. I was hoping someone would admit to the same power so we could cross them off the list.

late tuesday, week five...

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[So much has already happened on Tuesday, but apparently not enough? At some point on Tuesday night, several hours after the party, Sheila will run into Harrow and abruptly ask:]

Have you ever gone shopping?

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[She's. She's had a little too much to drink and is having a water. It's fine. She squints at Sheila's question.]

As the Lady of Drearburh, it was my duty to send for provisions and ration them accordingly.

[So. No.]

w5; thursday

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We may need the leg.

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The leg won't grow back, will it?

w5; friday

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[Welcome to the void, aka the sad and mad zone. Sheila's room? Who knows. Harrow is just coming to see her.]

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[Somewhere in the void... Let's say on Sheila's way back to her room, after failing to find anything.]

Well... This sucks. [UNDERSTATEMENT.] Are you okay?

saturday, week five.

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[WHERE BE HARROW... Sheila will seek her out a while after the trial.]

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[She is hanging. . . in the void. She looks very stressed and angry, honestly.]

. . . Hello, Sheila.

w5; sunday

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[Let's hang out in the spa! Harrow looks angry and tired.]

What the fuck was that.

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God, I wish I knew the answer to that question.

[SO WEARY.]

monday, week six.

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[At some point on early Monday, Harrow will receive a text:]

Want to come over? I have a gift for you!

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I'll be right there.

[She's coming over! Anyway, have the emotion share! Harrow is just generally a lot of stress and exhaustion and bad vibes energy, but at a background level. She's extremely fond of Sheila and happy to be invited to spend time with her! And she's curious about the gift.]

monday, week seven.

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[Sometime after the vore club meeting, Sheila will pull Harrow aside.]

Hey, can we talk for a second?

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Oh, of course.

[She by now understands that if it involves only her and not the rest of vore club it's probably some zombie shit.]

What is it?

w7; wednesday

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[Harrow is at least probably trying to avoid people by now, but she can't help but stop and say hello to Sheila. So they will probably come close to one another.]

. . . Hello.

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[It's fine(?), Sheila knows now to keep a respectable distance. For now.]

Hey! You doing okay?

w7; thursday

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Wow.

He even ate the butthole.

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I know!!!!
Who DOES that? Poop comes out of there.

saturday, week seven.

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[Finding her in the common room! Sheila is still a little crispy here and there, but at least she's changed out of her clothes from earlier.]

... What a fucking day, huh?

[What's Harrow up to?]

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[She's probably sitting down for a minute, massaging her temple.]

. . . Yes. It still feels too easy.