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week one; post trial

[oraculi]

[Sometimes you wanna go where everybody knows your name, shoe size, hand size, bra size, and other such incriminating facts . . . . and they're always glad you came. You wanna be where the bar is.

That's sure where Haymitch is, contemplating the virtues of whiskey over scotch.]

Can I get you something, darling?

[Is that mocking or genuine? Who can say.]

[uncurtained]

[She can't quite tell whether it's sincere or not, but she's at least giving him the benefit of the doubt as she enters and looks over the selection.]

You don't have to play bartender. I'll make my own.

[But she's curious, so—]

What are you picking?

[oraculi]

[That's certainly a question, if the way he peers down at the glass (slightly theatrically) is any indication.]

Pretty sure it's whiskey.

[Probably.]

C'mon. Make your pick.

[uncurtained]

[After a few moments:]

I'm in a tequila mood tonight, I guess.

[oraculi]

There you go.

[He gives her something way too big to be a shot, and even adds a shaker of salt as a bonus. No lime, though. We drink like alcoholics in this house.]

So. You wanna talk about the trial, miss, or you just here to enjoy the refreshments?

week two, saturday.

[uncurtained]

[She's in the kitchen when she sees him. There's a momentary pause, but then she heads in, raising her hand in greeting.]

Looking for something?

[oraculi]

I'll give you one guess.

[But there's nothing in the cabinet, and he sighs heavily as he turns to face her properly.]

Pretty dicey in there for you for a bit, huh?

[uncurtained]

There's always the lounge, right?

[She gives a shrug.]

Honestly, I was pretty freaked out when I woke up, but... Like I said during the trial, it was kind of a relief that it wasn't just me. It might have been worse if it were.

[oraculi]

[OH HE CLEANED A LOT OF THAT OUT ALREADY, he's just. Very leery of his supply running short.]

You ever figure out where they came from?

[uncurtained]

[She exhales, shrugging lightly.]

I mean, as long as the answer isn't that all three of us were possessed by demons, I'll take it.

week three, monday.

[uncurtained]

[She's coming in to make breakfast, but when she sees Haymitch, she gives him a smile.]

Hungry? I was planning on eggs, I could probably spare a few for you.

[oraculi]

[He's sober, which is important to note. The scent of varying breakfasts lured him down, but her offer is way more appealing than anything he could come up with.]

Sure. How do you like yours?

[uncurtained]

Scrambled or over easy, but I might be willing to change that if you're interested in another...

[She trails off, because when she turns towards the stove, she sees something sitting on the opposite side of the counter. It looks like a book, and she moves towards it with a frown.]

Do you see that?

[oraculi]

A book?

[He turns, and despite himself tenses up. It's just a book, but he's got a trigger for hey, what's that seemingly innocuous thing?]

Hang on, don't touch--

[Too late, apparently, as the barrier goes up. At least he tried.]

cw drug use, overdose

[uncurtained]

—Oh.

[That's all she says, and it's more a surprised noise than anything else. As the barrier surrounds them, she looks around with a frown, but he'll almost immediately be experiencing something unpleasant, to say the least.]

Monday evening;

[oraculi]

[Even he goes to the library every so often. You can only drink so much, and honestly, he doesn't mind a good book now and again. Finding one that isn't inherently sexual is another thing entirely; he scowls as he finds another shelf full of kink direction and smutty stories.

A noise makes him glance up, and he nods as he sees who it is.]

You find anything here that isn't about fucking someone?

[Haymitch you gotta look harder]

[uncurtained]

[From her spot near a bookcase, she looks towards him with a smile.]

Sure have. [Because she's been here for a while already, honestly.] Are you looking for recommendations? I've got a few.

[Although...]

Not all of it is that poorly written. I mean, unless you definitely want a good dose of escapism from what [or who!] you're already doing.

[oraculi]

I'll take a recommendation or two, sure.

[He comes towards her, but then grins a little.]

Is that what you're trying to do here? Escapism?

[uncurtained]

Well, what kind of stories do you like? Or are you more a poetry kind of person?

[She gives a small shrug, glancing back to the row of books.]

I don't know. It's not a bad distraction, but... I liked it even before I came here, obviously. I think that's why it reminds me of home, and that's - you know, for me, it's better than being here.

[oraculi]

Well, now I want to see what your favorites are.

[Because god only knows what genres he likes, and this seems more amusing.]

week five, wednesday

[uncurtained]

[It's later in the afternoon that she's finally getting out of bed. She's still tired, physically and emotionally, when she hears someone knocking at her door. All the same, she's heading to the door to answer, trying to smooth her hair down to look less like bedhead as she goes.

She's cleaned away the blood and goo, at least. Her old shirt is a lost cause, so she has her secondary outfit on, a simple black dress with a bird print on it. It makes it impossible to see the bandages on her waist. The only thing he might notice, though it's faded after a few hours of sleep, is that her eyes are still a bit red and puffy.

When she sees who it is, she puts on a smile for him, small as it is.]

Hey. You want to come in?

[oraculi]

Yeah.

[He's got a beanie jammed on his head, because he's not that thrilled with this furry shit, but that's neither here nor there. He takes note of her eyes, but doesn't mention them as he takes a seat.]

. . . you okay?

[It's somewhat awkwardly said.]

[uncurtained]

Never been better.

[The sarcasm is light, tired - but it's more than she would have been able to manage a few hours ago. With a grimace, she takes a seat next to him.]

Thanks for checking in. I'm... worried about Higekiri, mostly.

[oraculi]

[He's worried about her, and that's about as far as the worry train goes, but still, he pulls on a . . . . semi-convincing face.]

Ah, yeah?

[uncurtained]

[She nods, breathing out a sigh.]

I don’t know how much Junpei told you, but - he was bitten by one of those things we had to fight off. He said he felt like he was melting, and then he started acting wrong. You saw him, right?