[rule of funny says they'll run into each other in the library, because nie huaisang bailed on whatever was happening out there and promptly got lost!]
Hello? Is anyone in here? What room is this, and-- just what's happening out there?
[ Beau is not drunk, but she has had a lot to drink. And honestly, she's just laying out on the floor, so it's possible that nie huaisang just trips over her because why would he be expecting a surly monk to be sprawled out on the ground in the hallway. sorry buddy. ]
[that's exactly what happens! he's not expecting anyone or anything to be on the ground in the hall of all places, so he's just carefully making his way back to his room when he trips over her and just absolutely eats shit. full faceplant into the ground, with a little yelp as he falls.]
because he'll probably catch her beating the fuck out of a wall before throwing herself down on the closest cushioned surface and just - staring at the ceiling. if anything he'll hear her. she's not very good at expressing herself but like. hey.
is he on the ground still. did he ever get up after strip search. ]
[he did get up eventually! he's around, just sort of... trying not to run into anyone he doesn't know who's too angry, it seems like a bad idea.
let's go withhh the library because it's a good spot and has chairs? so. he looks up with a start at the sound of her beating the fuck out of that wall, clutching his fan close; once he realizes it's her, though, he gets up, moving to a closer chair.]
Miss Beau...? You haven't hurt your hands, have you?
[wherever beau is, nie huaisang is coming to find her. if it's not somewhere private, he'll pull her to either of their rooms, whichever is closest and empty. she'll definitely be able to feel the distress coming off of him.]
[ idk if nhs is even going to WANT to talk to beau because for about an hour or two after the trial she just gives him WILDLY fluctuating emotions of grief and anger at 8000% and there's no in between.
eventually though, he'll just get grief. and he can probably find her in her room. ]
[he definitely still does want to talk to her, but-- he does wait until her emotions seem to settle, but then he finally comes to her room, knocking hesitantly.]
[he'll wait a while, before he goes to find beau. after what happened at the execution that really wasn't one-- he assumes she'll want time. that she'll need to talk to hunter first.
the one thing about losing the emotion links is that he's not sure how she's doing ahead of time, but hopefully it's better than yesterday? maybe?
anyway, wherever she is, here's a huaisang either knocking at her door or poking his head in.]
[ she's in her room, so he finds her there! she's - in better shape today, clean and less ragged. she's re-bandaging her foot. it's red and swollen and she's wincing as she does it. ]
It's open. [ she should probably lock it, but whatever. if something tries to kill her it's not like she can stop it. ]
[he's in the art room! his new favorite place!! nie huaisang is just finishing up a painting of what looks like a mountainous landscape, humming happily to himself as he works-- but he glances up as beau enters, giving her a little smile.]
Oh, miss Beau! Have you seen this room yet-? If only we'd had access to it the whole time...
[nie huaisang stays passed out for a While, which probably speaks to exactly how wiped out he was-- but her company makes it easier. he feels comfortable enough to sleep that hard, here, and while he doesn't shift closer, staying on his back because of that chest wound... his uninjured arm might have reached out in his sleep.
finally, though, he stirs, blearily opening his eyes and glancing over to see if she's still there.]
What time is it...
[probably a good while later, he thinks, considering how he's feeling-- definitely time for more painkillers.]
[ she is definitely still there! she's dead to the world, and she hasn't moved much at all except for maybe to reach and hold onto his arm. when he speaks, she mumbles something unintelligible, burying her face in her pillow.
[ NIE HUAISANG where are you she's knocking on your door. she's got her track pants on and the shield on her back, hair tied back messily. she's tapping her foot in rhythm to - something. is he even here? is he in the drawing room again? who knows. ]
[he's here because he had to change clothes, we'll go with that-- so here he is in fancy, pale green robes, hair pulled into its usual style. it takes a minute to get to the door, but his expression immediately relaxes when he sees her.]
You could have just tried the door, you know. I usually leave it unlocked.
[it's time for the REQ ROOM AGAIN. this time, it suits nie huaisang's tastes-- there's no bed, but there are fancy, comfortable couches, and a few jars sitting on a low table nearby. he reclines easily, looking across the room at a few paintings and painted fans displayed around a metal symbol on the wall.]
...that could have ended worse. It looked like he'll be all right physically, at least.
[ she just lays face first on the couch and groans. ]
I can't take this, man. These kids are killing me. [ how is she going to protect all these teenagers, nhs, she just doesn't know ] Everybody here is going to be the death of me. Do you see any fucking grey in my hair? Because I think it's there.
[ she's gonna come to his room very, very late monday night, like midnightish. she knocks quietly on his door and waits, not wanting to disturb jin ling. ]
[DRAGGING BEAU INTO THE ROOM where all those notebooks are arranged in a circle on the bed... one is missing, though, since it got yeeted. he absolutely looks nervous!]
[it really is-- but he's not used to it in a bad way at all. he just takes a moment to look her over on opening the door, trying to get a read on how she's doing as he offers out a hand to her.]
[well. this morning was... a whole lot! what the fuck was all that! he's still a little headachey, honestly, he's just good at faking it-- but when he joins her in her room later in the day, he just sort of slumps onto the chaise with a sigh.]
I suppose now we know there are other ways of saving them, at least-- but I really thought we might all get hurt for a few moments...
[ she is a little worn out after everything - but she took some painkillers and she probably took a short nap and she's better! maybe a little bit pensive. ]
Yeah, he really did his best to set us on fire, huh. [ she says, sprawled out on the bed. she's absently playing with - a locket, letting it wind through her fingers. ]
[ so if nie huaisang is looking for beau, he'll find her heading upstairs. she's - carrying something? like a lot of somethings. it looks like a big jacket with a bunch of stuff in it, which she's keeping close to her chest, her feathers fluffed out defensively as she makes her way up to... the attic. ]
[he has definitely been looking for her, and he trails up the stairs after her-- it's a little harder to walk up them now, and if she's looking it seems a little like his legs just kind of. give up and quit being legs, leaving him to sort of ooze up the stairs instead. there's a startled little sound as it happens, arms waving like he thinks he might fall, but he stabilizes.]
[well that went better than expected! they beautified a doll. he appreciated it a lot more than some of the previous game setups, honestly.
nie huaisang actually has a few streaks of blue in him now, from hair color that got past the gloves and worked its way into his goop self, but he's also got gloves and boots and a coat to try to help contain the grossness. it's kind of helping. he seeks beau out after a while, though, trying to ignore how unsettled he feels at the fact she was with other people. he just- doesn't like sharing specific people right now. it's super fine. he can ignore it.
[ she's probably sitting somewhere and picking at her talons. idk i don't feel like picking a location whatever - she just looks VERY EXASPERATED. or her eyes do, anyway, because she's added a big scarf around her nose and mouth to her horrendous outfit. ]
Stupid. But we did it. [ sIGH. ] You - huh, you're blue in places.
[ hey so if nhs likes seeing beau happy, he's in for a treat!
because after the ghosts show up, she's - well, okay, she's crying, but it's happy tears, and she can't stop smiling. when there's a second, she grabs his hands and tugs him along a bit, beaming at him. she's - hopeful. she's hopeful for the first time in a few weeks. ]
A-Sang. Hey - hey, we're gonna do this. I think we can do this. [ she says, hiccup-laughing as she holds both his hands in hers. ]
[of course he loves seeing beau happy-- her smile has him smiling along without really noticing, warm and fond.
seeing them again did sort of help, honestly; it's a reminder that everything's not nearly lost yet, and he takes her hands easily, pulling her in a little closer.]
Mm. Failing isn't an option at this point, as far as I'm concerned.
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w0, friday
Hello? Is anyone in here? What room is this, and-- just what's happening out there?
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Shit, settle down. You're in the library. Deep breath, man.
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week zero: post-trial
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week one, post trial
because he'll probably catch her beating the fuck out of a wall before throwing herself down on the closest cushioned surface and just - staring at the ceiling. if anything he'll hear her. she's not very good at expressing herself but like. hey.
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let's go withhh the library because it's a good spot and has chairs? so. he looks up with a start at the sound of her beating the fuck out of that wall, clutching his fan close; once he realizes it's her, though, he gets up, moving to a closer chair.]
Miss Beau...? You haven't hurt your hands, have you?
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w2, after Adventures
[wherever she is after getting treated, here's nie huaisang, who backed away from that whole mess basically immediately.
but here he is to check in! he's peering at her worriedly, if also blearily. god, he is so tired.]
Miss Beau, are you all right-?!
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Mmhm. [ she says with a sigh ] I'm okay. Don't worry.
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w2, friday!
[wherever beau is, nie huaisang is coming to find her. if it's not somewhere private, he'll pull her to either of their rooms, whichever is closest and empty. she'll definitely be able to feel the distress coming off of him.]
Miss Beau, please, do you have a few moments...
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eventually though, he'll just get grief. and he can probably find her in her room. ]
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...miss Beau, it's me.
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the one thing about losing the emotion links is that he's not sure how she's doing ahead of time, but hopefully it's better than yesterday? maybe?
anyway, wherever she is, here's a huaisang either knocking at her door or poking his head in.]
Miss Beau...?
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It's open. [ she should probably lock it, but whatever. if something tries to kill her it's not like she can stop it. ]
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Oh, miss Beau! Have you seen this room yet-? If only we'd had access to it the whole time...
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w3, thursday, post breakins
Hey. Hey, has anybody looked at you yet? Come here.
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[he's equally tired, and has lost a pretty decent amount of blood; he also still seems a little shaken. it's fine. he hasn't changed clothes, either.]
I-- wait, take this first.
[excuse him while he uses his less injured arm to start fishing something out of his robes!]
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finally, though, he stirs, blearily opening his eyes and glancing over to see if she's still there.]
What time is it...
[probably a good while later, he thinks, considering how he's feeling-- definitely time for more painkillers.]
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You could have just tried the door, you know. I usually leave it unlocked.
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...that could have ended worse. It looked like he'll be all right physically, at least.
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I can't take this, man. These kids are killing me. [ how is she going to protect all these teenagers, nhs, she just doesn't know ] Everybody here is going to be the death of me. Do you see any fucking grey in my hair? Because I think it's there.
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[he opens the door and quietly slips out, murmuring to jin ling that he'll be back bc ANNA SAID HE'D BE THERE so they gotta go.]
Is everything all right?
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Beau. These were just-- here, I...
You're not going to like what they say.
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nie huaisang doesn't bother knocking before he checks the door, then just enters with a quiet-]
It's me.
[he shuts it behind him, then takes a seat next to her, pulling her in to lean on him like she did with him last night.]
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I suppose now we know there are other ways of saving them, at least-- but I really thought we might all get hurt for a few moments...
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Yeah, he really did his best to set us on fire, huh. [ she says, sprawled out on the bed. she's absently playing with - a locket, letting it wind through her fingers. ]
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Beau, what are you doing?
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nie huaisang actually has a few streaks of blue in him now, from hair color that got past the gloves and worked its way into his goop self, but he's also got gloves and boots and a coat to try to help contain the grossness. it's kind of helping. he seeks beau out after a while, though, trying to ignore how unsettled he feels at the fact she was with other people. he just- doesn't like sharing specific people right now. it's super fine. he can ignore it.
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because after the ghosts show up, she's - well, okay, she's crying, but it's happy tears, and she can't stop smiling. when there's a second, she grabs his hands and tugs him along a bit, beaming at him. she's - hopeful. she's hopeful for the first time in a few weeks. ]
A-Sang. Hey - hey, we're gonna do this. I think we can do this. [ she says, hiccup-laughing as she holds both his hands in hers. ]
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seeing them again did sort of help, honestly; it's a reminder that everything's not nearly lost yet, and he takes her hands easily, pulling her in a little closer.]
Mm. Failing isn't an option at this point, as far as I'm concerned.
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Have you learned anything new?
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