expiationlogs | [open] verdant moon catchall

Who: Marianne & you
Where: Aldrip
What: August catchall
Warnings: None

i. a clean break

[ If you live at the inn, Marianne can be found going in and out of her room with a broom tidying. Having decided that she should cease shutting herself away so much, it feels like the right time to sort out the mess her room had become.

After an hour spent clanking around and moving things, her room does not look any cleaner despite her efforts. In fact, it's messier than before. How? Her real curse may be her inability to organize anything. So, she's resorted to boxing up the items she wants to part with and moving it out into the hall, with apologies to anyone who has to step around her pile. ]

Sorry about the mess. I'm doing a bit of tidying. If you'd like any of this, please, help yourself.

[ She gestures to the box of goods she's planning to rehome. There are jugs, pressed flowers, candles, books... ]

ii. uncanny admiration

[ Despite being fond of gardens, Marianne has largely avoided the botanical gardens where the statues of the Chosen are on display. She finds her own image carved in marble too embarrassing, too shameful for someone who had brought the town ruin not too long ago. With her newfound determination (and feeling plagued by it long enough), she arranges for her statue to be taken down and dismantled.

The next day, she thinks she can finally stroll the garden in peace...that is, until she sees an incredibly detailed carving of herself erected in a new location, again engraved with the words Savior of Aldrip. Oh, how those words make her hide her face in her hands. ]

It's back? I don't understand how.

iii. (don't) stop to smell the flowers

[ Marianne feels most at peace in the Aldrip meadows, though she still feels guilty whenever she comes across a strip of devastated land. She's taken to helping the fairies with their work to restore nature, bringing them seeds and whatever they request. This afternoon, however, she has trouble keeping her eyes open. The flower's sweet scent, the gentle breeze, the calmness all lull her to close her eyes and lay down in the grass. Once she's drifted off, birds gather around her still form, and one plucks at her hairband as she sleeps. ]

Threaded | Flat

[ Mizuki's pace slows as she passes Marianne's room, and she doesn't say anything right away, but there is a natural nosiness that comes with being an investigator. She certainly lingers, and at first, she might suspect that Marianne is moving.

The girl is quick to clarify though, breaking Mizuki out of her brief silence.

She nods, and is ready to keep walking but then... ]

You're... You're just giving it away?

[ Ange likes spending as little time at the inn as possible - things are just way too crowded for the girl back there, and even though there might not necessarily be a whole lot to do out in town, even just wandering around by herself is better than being stuck in a way too busy and noisy place.

It's how she finds herself wandering through the gardens. Not having been present in town when the statues were erected, Ange has no idea why they are there, nor has she really been busy questioning it too hard when none of the other people in town apparently ever seen to do so. She can figure it's something that must have happened before she showed up in this strange world.

.. in fact, Marianne standing there and looking embarrassed in front of one of said statues - one that's definitely her twin in appearance - is the first time Ange has really seen anyone react to them at all. ]

Back?

[ Hence why Ange can't help but finally question it out loud herself - even if it means being very direct with that single-word question aimed at poor embarrassed Marianne.. ]

[ William has been living off the generosity of the innkeeper and the township, much like other Chosen. However, rather than making someone uncomfortable by sharing a room, he sleeps wherever there is free space in the late evenings. He's used to it. A solid floor is only slightly more uncomfortable than a bed of soil and grass.

He's seeking such a place to rest now when he comes across the mountain of mess outside her room. He...tries to step carefully around a pile of precariously balanced items, but a light brush against them knocks the stack over. ]

Oh! I'm sorry! I'll put them back-- ah.

[ Turning just knocks over a different stack as well. William is rooted in place, looking sheepish. ]

[Sometimes, even when you're an angsty teenager, or because you're one, you just take walks around the Aldrip meadows. Why not? It's not like something will hurt him and it's sort of nice to be out. Better than staring at the roof of his bedroom at the inn.

So, guess it's some weird fate or coincidence that he sees some random girl lying around in the grass and that's cool, she can do that. He's not going to bother her-- or at least he wasn't, until birds start flocking to her still form and oh my god, are they going to eat her?!

Scott starts running over to them, while waving his arms.]

Don't eat her, you assholes!!

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