lucien catchall

[satisficing]

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[satisficing]

Oh, Lucien, I forgot to tell you. Todomatsu invited those of us who all were locked in the bathroom the first week here to a

[THE PAUSE IS HIM THINKING MID SPEECH TO TEXT]

To a small party sort of since, um, literally every single one of us died but him and we came back. Just letting you know where I'll be for a while.

[tombtaker]

[ HELP THIS IS SO FUNNY TOTTY IS SO FUNNY anyway this was a smart message to send because he would go looking for his skinny ass ]

Alright darling have fun at the orgy.

[satisficing]

[oh my GOD!!!!!!!!!! HE SHOULD HAVE EXPECTED THIS]

Lucien! That isn't what this is! I'm never telling you anything ever again.

[tombtaker]

[ HE IS BEING SUPPORTIVE but also congrats welcome to your life of endlessly being teased forever he signed up for this willingly. ]

Enjoy your party.

[satisficing]

[He did, he's stupid. Also, he just said he wasn't telling Lucien anything ever again but.]

It's at the spa if the whole place isn't overgrown with flesh. I'll find you afterward. Don't get into trouble.

[tombtaker]

[ if theyre looking to beat the orgy accusations, the spa is not the place to do it. ]

I'll be around, especially because the escape pods are overgrown with flesh, so it's not as if I could leave anyway.

[satisficing]

[Totty did this to them.]

I don't know where you think you're going anyway, Tavelle. Not while I'm still here.

Be careful. It's spreading. We're riding a diseased ship right into the next dock, and that isn't even accounting for all of the planetary docks we stopped at since disembarking. All those planets and the people on them...

[tombtaker]

If it brings you comfort, our fate is tied to theirs. I doubt there's any running at this point for the rest of us.

We kill it or we become assimilated trying.

[satisficing]

I know.

The Eyes are working for you fully now, right? Without the journal.

[tombtaker]

Yes, along with the rest of my magic.

I still do not hear them, however.

[satisficing]

Alright.

That's good, right? That they're silent?

[tombtaker]

I'm hesitant to call it "good" as much as "ominous" but, aye, better than the alternatives.

You mentioned your Hex Core was active again?

[satisficing]

Maybe with the journal gone, their voices will be, and you won't have to get rid of the Eyes at all.

[UNHINGED OPTIMISM]

Yes. It's in my locker still. It can't be touched until I make some sort of housing for it. I'm, um, working on it. Engineering is giving a bit of trouble, but it shouldn't take long.

[tombtaker]

[ well that is basically how Molly existed. ]

Optimistic. I imagine it is simply a matter of time.

Engineering? The room that makes you violently ill? I could go in there for you for supplies at the very least, I have a much stronger constitution.

[satisficing]

It throws me out after a bit, at least. Or, I walk out? I can't tell. I don't want you to have to

[It's clear he trails off by how long it takes the rest it blip through.]

What all can your Eyes do again exactly? I might need help getting the core into the housing. I think I'm going to make some kind of staff.

[tombtaker]

I offered, which means I don't mind doing it.

To help with this? Most of them have to do with sensing and controlling living minds, reading thoughts and scrying and such. Perhaps the anti-magic field could suppress it long enough to move into the housing? If it is arcane in any way, it should be rendered inert in the field.

[satisficing]

Alright, alright. I just need to work with some tools and some spare material, and I can do the rest.

It's built on the arcane, yes. So that should work. I just need to settle it in the top of the staff so it doesn't have to be touched. I really should have been working on this while it was inert. I'm so foolish.

[SOMEONE was distracting him.]

[tombtaker]

[ he refuses to apologize for being beautiful and distractingly good in bed. ]

We had other important work ... ?

[satisficing]

Did we...?

[tombtaker]

Certainly. We both conducted quite a few experiments and learned rather a lot of important information.

[satisficing]

You're absolutely incorrigible. Don't sully science's good name this way.

[tombtaker]

It's research.

Go to your weird little bathroom party, meet me later.

[satisficing]

[(spongebob narrator voice) Several hour later.





He is standing outside of Lucien's room, forgetting the implications of the dead having returned in terms of rooming. He is in athleisure wear; loose sweats, slippers, and a t-short in dark colors. A cardigan sweater is over the top. His hair has this strange zigzag 90s headband in it which sweeps everything back and makes the hair fluffier.

He is facing the door. he has his forehead against it and his eyes closed. One hand is supporting himself on the door by his chest. The nails are painted. He is........asleep. Standing up.]

[tombtaker]

[ buddy ........ did you suffer the introvert's curse of exhausting yourself at a party. lucien will eventually be heading out of the room to come find him (he was specifically told where he was but listen, he's deeply impatient and a little possessive) - opening the door and then scrambling to try and catch him before he just falls flat on his face???? hello???????? ]

[satisficing]

[LISTEN, sometimes...

Support disappears from him, and he tips quickly forward at Lucien. The crutch darts ahead of him, tumbling over by Lucien inside the room. The feeling of falling startles him awake, but he's groggy, so all he can do is gasp as he tumbles directly into Lucien's front. OOF.

The skin of his face looks a lot better? It's dewy and soft...]

Oh. Lu... What are you doing... here?

[Forgot he fell asleep standing at the door.]