bellelurette pc: ayaka

[ocenon]

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w1 monday

[simulacres]

[ ayaka was intending to use the library as her little hideaway spot in the mansion full of mostly volatile strangers. her desire to be alone is even stronger today, and she figured that maybe she could take a book and hide in the corner of the library but...

ah. ]

Saber? What are you doing here?

w1, post trial

[ocenon]

[ Once everything is said and done, and Andrew is in good hands and Ayaka's able to get out of the ballroom on her own power, he'll follow suit right behind her, happy to let her lead to where they go next. ]

Do you need me to get you anything? Food or anything?

[ He knows the answer, probably, but he'd still be remiss if he didn't ask. ]

lol. lmfao. (w2 invest/pre-trial)

[ocenon]

[ Once he gets Ayaka out of the library, the only place that Richard can think to take them where there's at least a short amount of time that they'll be alone is the Primrose suite. He knows there's not a lot of time before some of them start filtering back to the room, like they did last week, so they have to be quick.

But it's not the highest priority right now, as he sets Ayaka on the floor of the powder room, closing the door behind him. He's practically bristling with energy, like he's been charged with something, but his tone is even as ever as he watches her carefully. ]

Ayaka. Are you okay?

LOL. LMFAO. (w2 post trial)

[ocenon]

[ The door to the Primrose suite closes behind them with a quiet click, and almost immediately Richard lets out a long sigh. That was... not how he was expecting things to go in the slightest. He can only stare blankly for a second while he just kind of. Resets. ]

w3 post invest

[simulacres]

[ ayaka’s washed up and, due to today’s events, avoiding the narcisssus suite like the plague. so she’s in the sitting room of the primrose suite, her forehead pressed against her knees.

at least she’s not crying this week? small victories, right? ]

w4 tuesday, post meeting

[ocenon]

[ Once Ayaka's settled back in the Primrose suite, having gotten her shoulder fixed, Richard's sitting at the end of the bed she's been using since she moved over. The energy that's seeping out of him is kind of charged, if not a little rancid, after everything that happened. It's hard to have anticipated it all, but this...

He glances the shoulder where Siffrin was embedded in not that long ago for a few beats, before back up at her. ]

How is it feeling?

w4 curfew

[ocenon]

[ Richard tries the door to the handle of the observatory a few times, all to seemingly no avail. ]

Well, it seems that we're stuck here for the night.

[ Good thing he had brought some of the bedding from the suite in case this arose! ]