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INBOX text / audio / video / action Lucretia speaking. Obviously I uh... can't talk right now. Drop me a message and I'll get back to you ASAP. art credit code credit

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[weedbgon]

[ lucretia doesn't live with them but SHE DOESN'T GET TO ESCAPE EITHER. merle had to find the Perfect Thing though.

check this shit out ]

[scholiast]

(Somehow this is both deeply strange and not the oddest thing Merle has ever just shown her out of the blue.)

Does this belong to you, or are you simply bouncing ideas off of me? Because I vote absolutely yes.

[weedbgon]

i knew you'd have my back! yeah i found this thing sitting in the street. got a lot of classic stuff showing up for some reason. never know what the head honchos are gonna get up to here.

[scholiast]

I've heard they're fairly unpredictable. Still, if that results in finds like these, maybe I'm fine with it.

Do you think if you knelt on it you could make it look like the legs are your legs?

[weedbgon]

i'm not a fan. for the most part. stuff like this is fine by me.

... you know what, i think youre onto something. if i can make it look like the legs are my legs how about i commission a portrait?

[scholiast]

Yes, this sort of thing seems to fall right under your 'aesthetic', huh.

... Are you roundabout asking me if I'll do it?

(This entire situation is so amazing.) I'd love to.

[weedbgon]

i was putting out feelers so i could ask you straight aboutly.

this is gonna be great! a portrait will really make the place more homey.

[scholiast]

Sure.

And if I'm something to hang in it I'm assuming I'll actually get invited about at some point, right?

(Like there's... Taako to dodge, but she'd like to see their place all the same.)

[weedbgon]

oh yeah absolutely! ive been assuming we had a whole standing invitation thing going on. the place may not be classy but it sure is homey.

action; 8/10

[restinglichface]

[hey, guess who is at your door with a bottle of wine under her arm already in her pajamas???

this elf.]

id give it a 10/10

[scholiast]

(She's barely got herself settled in her new room when Lup comes calling; then again, they'd half-planned this happening. Lup had been willing to give her a couple hours to process alone before coming to keep her company, and the little break has been the perfect amount of time. She answers the door with a journal wedged underneath of her arm, eyes lighting up when she sees the bottle of wine.

It's been that kind of day.)

Hey. (She gives the door a little push open with her fingertips,) Welcome to my humble abode.

(It's certainly humble: it's very tiny, the walls round and old looking. There's a circular window in the living room and an old couch and small bookcase (complete with the three journals she had brought with her), but everything has a second-hand quality to it.)

[restinglichface]

[Lup's smile doesn't exactly reach her eyes, not after Taako's dramatic exit from their shared room minutes earlier, but she certainly makes an attempt.]

Sup, girlfriend. I brought house warming gifts! First-- [She holds the wine bottle up with a shake while her other hand stays hidden behind her back.] Definitely needed after this whole day, huh?

[scholiast]

Yep.

(Is all she says, and exhales slowly through her nose. In an ideal world, she'd go to sleep now and forgo thinking about this until much later, but this isn't an ideal world by any stretch of the meaning. Even Lup looks a little pinched; Lucretia smiles back weakly, and invites her in.)

Thank you, Lup. For coming over I mean, I appreciate it.

(She doesn't want to be alone on her first night here.)

[restinglichface]

[In his fit, Lup hadn't exactly gotten the full details on what went down between Taako and Lucretia, but it's pretty clear it hadn't been great.]

Hey, don't thank me yet! I still have something else. [Lup steps inside when invited, just enough to where she can nudge the door shut with her foot behind her.] Voilà! [Fulfilling her earlier promise, Lup pulls out her hidden hand and reveals a few tubes of paint in various colors and a handful of brushes.] I never want to hear that Lup doesn't fulfill her promises!

[Wasting no time in handing the supplies over, Lup moves further into the apartment after setting the wine aside, the elf letting loose a whistle like she hadn't just been there when Lucretia scooped this place up hours earlier.] Nice digs! Already has that good Lucretia vibe.

[scholiast]

Oh! (Lup is consistently the best. Lucretia can't help smile at the sight of the paints and brushes, accepting them all at once into both of her hands. She drops one of the brushes on her way back into the living room and has to go back for it: it's of very good quality, the handle plastic but the bristles of medium-firmness, the way she prefers this. She wonders if Lup did this on purpose, or if it was a co-incidence.

The colours of the paint are interesting, too.)

Did you pick these out? (The choices are very true to Lup, if so. Red, blue, yellow, electric green, dark pink. Lucretia's favourite is the light teal. She groups them all neatly on the bookshelf, already wondering what exactly she'll paint with them: she hasn't seen any colours as bright as these amongst Hadriel's natural scenery.)

Thanks. Hopefully I can fill the bookshelf up a little more, but aside from that I'm happy with it. (When Lup sets the bottle of wine aside, Lucretia winces, grinning sheepishly.) Um, I don't own any glasses.

[restinglichface]

[With her gifts given, Lup automatically moves across the room as she inspects Lucretia's small apartment over, the elf practically gliding to the nearest window to peer outside. Considering their floor is closer to the ground level, it's obvious that Lucretia's has the better view, an almost picturesque look at the strange world they'd been dropped into. Hadriel is anything but beautiful, not with it's lack of sunlight and greenery, boring rock expanding out endlessly around them and trapping them in. But at least the architecture is interesting and new, curving and weirdly organic-looking.

Hadriel is generally kind of a shitty place, but Lup hopes that Lucretia can find inspiration for her art here. And hopefully some use for the bright colors she was able to procure.]

Sure did. My friend was willing to trade me for the primary colors and I managed to find a few of the others while scavenging earlier. [She turns to shoot Lucretia a quick grin.] Brushes too. That was all I could find in the shops today, but I'll keep an eye out for you. See if any canvases pop up.

[Books too, she reminds herself. Oh, and apparently glasses too. Lup would really have to look hard to see what she could cobble together the next day to fill in these little gaps. She understands why Lucretia isn't living with them: The apartment they currently have is too small. Lucretia is a private person and needs her own space. Taako is not currently her biggest fan. There's more than enough to reason why the other woman coming to live with them would be a less than pleasant experience, but Lup still feels a little shitty about it.

Even not being remembered by Magnus, she'd felt so incredibly welcomed by the boys into their home, back into their lives, like she'd never left. With Lucretia just up a few floors and Taako being his usual self, Lup knows her pal isn't getting that same treatment. And that just sucks. So, she'll do what she can to help her friend settle, to try and fill in the gaps of things she needs to make a new home here in Hadriel. It's not much, but Lup is trying.]

Hey, like that's ever stopped us before. We can sit, drink straight out the bottle and--[and, gods, she doesn't meant to sound obvious about it, but there's just enough of a pause between words to make anyone suspicious.] Uh, chat.

[scholiast]

(Lucretia takes a seat on her little couch, and grins, pleased that Lup had bothered to go through so much trouble just for paints and brushes.)

Thank you Lup. I appreciate it. (Hopefully she can settle into some degree of normalcy here, despite having to live by herself. It will be strange, not having to worry about opening the bathroom door on somebody who had forgotten to lock it; not seeing anybody on her way to the kitchen at midnight; being able to put a hand on her things at all times because nobody will be trying to tidy up after her as she goes (Barry), or straight-up borrowing-without-returning anything (Magnus).

It's funny: at times she had longed for this kind of privacy, and to live without people who knew how to charm open a locked door and dismantle your wards with ease but now that she has pretty much that, she doesn't want it any more. Does it ever not work like that? She's going to miss the awful company, the lot of them: Merle's good jokes (and his bad ones), walking in on Lup shaving her head into the kitchen sink, Davenport's illusion gambits catching her by surprise at two in the morning, Taako leaving an abundance of clothes all over place.

Lup's clumsy shift into addressing the elephant in the room makes Lucretia sigh, her shoulders dropping as she sinks into the couch.)

Yeah, we can chat. About your brother. (They both know why Lup's here. She reaches for the bottle of wine and uncaps it definitively, handing it to Lup for the first swig.)

What's... what's his deal? Lup, he looked at me like I've never seen before.

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[restinglichface]

[That sure is a lot of smoke coming up from the northern side of the cave.]

Give me the heads up that you aren't like... on fire.

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[scholiast]

Hey– (Lup might hear in the background some shuffling sounds: Lucretia's packing her bag.)

I'm not on fire. Yet? I'm taking it upon myself to evacuate though; the smoke is terrible.

[restinglichface]

[Lup can pull a pretty good poker face when she wants, but there's no hiding the way her brows knit together in worry at that. She's already moving.]

I'll be there quick. You are so crashing with us. [there's an implied 'no matter what taako thinks' that goes unsaid]

[scholiast]

Okay. (She's a little too wary to argue the point. She pauses for a moment at the look on Lup's face.)

Don't worry. I'll be down soon, I just have to get my journals.

[restinglichface]

[As promised, Lup doesn't even pause before bolting out the door. But she does scowl down at the device briefly.] If you choke out on the smoke because you're gathering your journals, I'm going to kick your ass, Luce.

[ok, so she gets it, but also. No. Don't do that.]

[scholiast]

They're important! Besides, they're literally all I have.

(She's collecting them off the bookshelf now, all three of them, swinging her bag off her shoulder to stuff them in. Usually, she would have made a joke here about dying, but she's just remembered that they aren't in a cycle this time. No light of creation, no Starblaster to bring them back. What would happen if she died here?)

Okay, I'm leaving. I'll stay on the line.

[restinglichface]

[Basically on the same wavelength, Lup barely bites back saying that Lucretia has her life too, which here in Hadriel is infinitely more precious than it had been back stuck in the cycles. It's rich coming from Lup, who has always been so much more reckless than the other woman, but she's determined to not let any of her friends die in this place.

So instead, she just huffs and hurries along.] Be careful. If you're not out by the time I get there, I'm going in. [That's a threat.]

[scholiast]

Don't come in, seriously, I'll be down in five.

(And then she has to stop and cough, because Merle broke that window at the top of the spire just a few days ago when he had come to impromptu visit her and it's fairly smoky outside of her little place. She pulls her shirt up over her nose and mouth.)

Yikes.