[turboheaven] catchall for the ghost potentially known as dan

[jiaohua]

squints suspiciously at you. you're tutorialing aren't you. AREN'T YOU.





ok well i guess not

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weekend 0, saturday

[jiaohua]

[here they are in the convenience store... well, specifically, waner doesn't know he's here yet. she's wearing real clothes again, browsing the unfamiliar items on the shelves... and then she pauses when she spots something.

a bunch of individually-portioned cereal bowls. i saw these at the convenience store on my street corner when i ran out to grab a snack so I KNOW THESE ARE A CONVENIENCE STORE THING.]

Oh! So these are cheerios!

[foreverphantom]

[ peeks over and...yeah, of course it's waner. ]

Congrats.

[jiaohua]

[she waves at him. hello.]

They didn't have these where I'm from. Were they a common snack where you're from?

[foreverphantom]

Cereal. Usually eaten for breakfast, with milk. Yes, it's ubiquitous.

w0, tuesday

[foreverphantom]

[ well. here is this sad pathetic thing. he's barely moved since the fight, only to shove himself into a corner around the back of the mansion.

he's just laying here curled up in a tight little ball facing the mansion wall. ]

[jiaohua]

[ah. hm.

yikes.




waner crouches down next to him but doesn't speak yet.]

[foreverphantom]

[ closer now, she can tell that he's trembling just a little ]

week 1, monday

[jiaohua]

[waner, who makes a habit of walking in the garden, notices the change in the apple tree fairly early on in the morning.

so, of course, she walks into the garden to take a closer look. she approaches the tree, her eyes on the fruit, and then pauses - her eyes going wide as that intuitive understanding of what these fruits are and what picking one would mean floods her.

she's left standing there for a few long moments before she hears footsteps, and she whirls toward them, her expression strained.]

What is this?

[foreverphantom]

[ help, the way i completely missed the apple info until i ctrl+f'd 'garden' bc of this tag

thanks for introducing me to a basic game mechanic i guess

he's staring at her in confusion at first because like, what, have you never seen an apple before either? but as he comes closer, he understands. and he bristles in shock. ]

That's--murder apples.

[jiaohua]

[mapples...

HELP i'm glad you know about them now]

"Murder apples"? Is that something that exists where you are from?

w2, sunday

[foreverphantom]

[ brimstone had been watching neverah's arrival, waner's confrontation, from afar. but now that it's over and waner is on her own, it's time to stop watching. ]

You could still kill her, you know.

[jiaohua]

Why, so she can go crying to everyone about how I killed her even though she apologized? And then she'll look like the victim?

[neve would likely not do this, but waner would if the roles were reversed. so, like, #projection.]

[foreverphantom]

[ both of us: neve wouldn't do this
both of our characters: yeah she would ]

No, so you can show everyone you're not some pushover who tolerates getting turned into swiss cheese.

If anyone buys her little crying act, then they're idiots. They're too stupid to consider their opinions worthwhile.

week 3, wednesday

[jiaohua]

[waner has been trying her level best to avoid reflective surfaces this week, but, well. brimstone already knows she's a horrible person, so maybe she lets her guard down.

(or maybe she's just too tired to avoid it after their jogging sessions.)

in any case, they pass a reflective surface, and suddenly a memory (cw: miscarriage) begins. waner isn't able to stop it; she watches it as it plays out, evaluating what she may or may not need to explain.]

[foreverphantom]

[ well that was something to watch. he feels like he just got subjected to a soap opera.

he looks back to waner, considering. ]

So...what was the goal of that whole little ploy, exactly?

[jiaohua]

[her entire canon is a soap opera.]

...to be rid of Jiuqing, or her mother, or both of them. [she looks down at her hands.] My father had sworn for so many years that he would marry my mother, but he never did. Because of the two of them.

[her voice is tiny when she speaks again.]

Mother said that it would work. She would pretend to be pregnant, and it would look like they were scheming against his heir. Jiuqing's mother had never given him a son to carry on the family name, after all. She told me to bump into her so we both fell down... I didn't know she actually was pregnant.

w4, thursday

[foreverphantom]

[ girl help i promised you a pc days ago

anyway we are here at the fair! brimstone is playing at a booth where he's shooting darts out of a crossbow at targets...and failing miserably. he is getting increasingly irate and increasingly bad at aiming. ]

[jiaohua]

[im gonna be so real if you'd started it days ago i would not have been able to reply anyway work has kicked my ass so hard


anyway, waner is watching him, irritation flickering from her as the darts always seem to just miss the targets.]

...your aim is usually better than this.

[judging by his ectoplasm blasts anyway.]

[foreverphantom]

I know!

[ huffs angrily and throws the crossbow down. but her comment gives him an idea--he's usually shooting ectoblasts, so why not just do that?

holds up his hand with the pointer finger extended like a fingergun and starts shooting off small ecto-blasts at the targets.

they still miss. ]

w6, wednesday

[foreverphantom]

[ after minievent he is in the new arts and crafts store! he is just standing in the middle of it, arms crossed, glaring at the whole thing like a seething monument to hate. ]

[jiaohua]

[brimstone your hate...



anyway, waner is here to look at some of the fabrics and threads, but when she spots him she wanders over, pulls something out of her sleeve, and tosses it at him.

it's a black handkerchief with a pattern embroidered in the corner.]

[foreverphantom]

[ GETS THWAPPED WITH A HANDERKCHIEF

he pulls it out of his face to start threatening whoever threw it at him but settles down once he sees it's just waner ]

What the hell is this supposed to be?

w7, wednesday

[foreverphantom]

[ sitting on a bench outside the mansion ]

So. Having fun with all the reunions?

[jiaohua]

It's been more than a month since I'd even seen any of them and we didn't stay in touch by letters... there wasn't really much to say.

How did Jiaoqiu like your present?

[foreverphantom]

[ nods. that makes sense. ]

He didn't say. I didn't ask.