ema

[improvise]

hi roomieeee

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saturday w0

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[ this is the only way they can be in their shared room together.

ema is already inside. the door to their hotel room slides open and klavier is standing on the other side of it with two brand new hardshell suitcases, both of them bulging at the seams. he is blocking the door. there's no escape.

his brows lift, but he doesn't seem too surprised to see her in his room. he gives her his winning smile. ]

I thought I saw you on the train here, Fräulein Detective.

[assayed]

[ It's difficult not to notice him when he's always flashy and wanting to be seen. She'd make for a poor detective and a poorer forensics investigator if she didn't see a wisp of his drill hair and not check and know it's him, but she doesn't have to acknowledge him when she isn't on duty, and she was hoping the KG outside the door was anyone but him.

This would be her luck. She doesn't stop herself from showing how her mood drops, her brows lowering and drawing together, her cheeks puffing before her lips curve into a frown. ]

Do you even know how to share a room?

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I've had to share a tour van on plenty of occasions. That might be even more cramped than a single room, ja?

[ did it suck? totally. did he get into a hotel room as soon as possible any time he could? absolutely. does ema need to know about the details? nope. klavier just has to be in the right.

anyway. he'll turn himself and his suitcases so he can slide (read: crowd) into the room. ]

I have spent the entirety of our time away from home in a state of upset, but with my old security guard here, I feel much more at ease.

[assayed]

[ she is thinking he got some lush hotel room the quickest he could. you don't look like that and not be high maintenance. speaking of, she glances at his two new suitcases full of things.

why. ]

My job is not to be your security detail.

1/2

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Even so, you would sleep more soundly beside someone who was once a security guard, ja?

[ squeezes himself in... ]

I would hope you haven't come to do a job at all, Fräulein Detective. This is a vacation.

2/2

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[ ... wait. ]

A single bed...?

[assayed]

Yes. One bed.

[ this is a big problem. she's about to reach for her back of snackoos. ]

We would not sleep more soundly like this.

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[ leaves his suitcases here ]

Then I will have a word with our robotic attendants about this.

[assayed]

Go ahead. I'll wait here.

[ she doesn't think he'll be able to get anywhere, but she's staking her claim now. ]

week 2, wednesday

[assayed]

[ she's seated at the beach, nursing a drink in her hand. it's hard to say if it's alcohol or only meant to look alcoholic.

she sighs as she watches the waves lap against the shore. ]

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[ klavier is out here in sandals, sunglasses, black swim shorts, and a dark maroon hawaiian shirt. his hair is also tied up in a loose bun. primo celebrity beachwear.

once he sees her, he approaches and raises his glasses up onto his head.

his mouth opens. then it closes as he suddenly remembers.



barks. ]

i forgot what day it was today I MEANT TUESDAY not wed

[assayed]

[ of course he has selected proper celebrity beachware. ema is dressed for the beach in something casual and modest but with a lab coat on over it, more for her comfort than anything else.

the bark grabs her attention, and while it's funny coming from him, it also makes her want to take a drink.

so she does. ]

I wonder how long that's going to go for.

we time traveled it's wednesday now (it's tuesday)

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... I've asked myself the same question many times.

[ he sets a hand on his hip and looks out towards the waves himself. ]

You're taking a breather?

[assayed]

A little. Looking at the ocean... it makes me think if we're sectioned off here. What you found on Monday makes me wonder what kind of place this.

Apollo and I were talking about what could have happened to us when we fell asleep before arriving here.

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Did you come to any conclusions?

[assayed]

That if we want to think this isn't as real as we think, we could still be asleep. But I don't like that line of thought.

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You don't? For what reason?

[ he's turned over that possibility himself ]

friday w2

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[ it's the day after the meeting and the party, and for once, klavier is back in his own room. he's freshly showered and dressed when a knock comes at his door, and he opens it with more ease than he would if he knew who was behind it. ]

...Ah.

[ does she punch him? if she doesn't: ]

I was waiting for you to come.

[assayed]

[ she does not punch him. ema is feeling a little awkward and like she wants to be anywhere but here and like she'd rather do almost anything else, but she has to face him eventually.

she can't avoid him forever, and she has things to get back. ]

Hey.

[ she should maybe be more polite, but she's doing her best to act like she wasn't so clearly out of her mind yesterday. ]

I heard you have some of my things.

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I do. Give me a moment.

[ the good thing, ema, is that he was also clearly out of his fucking mind when they last spoke too. that awkwardness is abound.

she can stay outside or some in, but klavier turns and goes inside to one of the dressers. he comes back with all of her things neatly tucked into a large canvas tote (tropical themed) from one of the stores—her coat, shoes, anything else she may have left on the beach. if wrio didn't give them to her before, her snackoos will also be there.

he offers it to her. ]

Make sure everything is there, ja?

[assayed]

[ she takes the tote bag and looks inside. there's comfort in seeing her lab coat and snackoos. they don't make up her identity, but they help ground her. ]

Thanks for holding onto them.

[ she is counting on any lingering awkwardness he might feel about claiming to be widowed by her to get out of this with some dignity in tact (not that she can still have some after yesterday, but it's the thought that counts). ]

That should be everything.

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Glad to have helped.

[ what else does he say? there are so many other thoughts tumbling in his head. visions of her mangled body and her blue corpse lying on the shoreline. her and apollo appearing there, baking in the sun without a care in the world. the widow stuff. the right now. should he be sincere? ]

You are entirely yourself again this morning, ja?

[assayed]

[ it's her hope that he won't want to address anything, but she can't stop him.

she shrugs on her lab coat because she wants to feel more normal, more like her usual self. ]

Yes. I'm back to myself. Nothing's wrong with me now. It's as weird as the first time around.

[ being physically fine after dying, each time. ]

[improvise]

That's good.

[ that's good... ]

And just as before, the two of us will let bygones by bygones regarding... that strangeness from a few days ago. Ja?

[assayed]

That'll be better for the both of us. There isn't any reason to hold the other accountable for any of that.

[ they were cursed out of their minds.

or suffering the consequences of dying again. ]