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JUNE OPEN LOG
[but, hey: you shouldn't be left out of the camping fun just because you didn't think to sign up, or you only got here yesterday, or actually you only got here today and you have no idea what's going on! because the camp can come to YOU!
meaning, shortly after seeing the others off, Friday returns to the atrium and begins setting up a few items she's brought from... somewhere, one assumes? a pup tent. two sleeping bags. a tent stove. s'mores accoutrements. there's a fake potted plant that she decided looked enough like a tree. all pushed together in the middle of the atrium.
at her spot behind the desk, she looks visibly pleased with herself. she's doing her best.]
meaning, shortly after seeing the others off, Friday returns to the atrium and begins setting up a few items she's brought from... somewhere, one assumes? a pup tent. two sleeping bags. a tent stove. s'mores accoutrements. there's a fake potted plant that she decided looked enough like a tree. all pushed together in the middle of the atrium.
at her spot behind the desk, she looks visibly pleased with herself. she's doing her best.]
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"Aye. I could be alone if it suited me." He repeats to deliberately point out the fact that he is not, therefore it does not. Yet another deliberate choice.
With that said, Emet-Selch briefly slips a hand around Hythlodaeus' waist to coax him in the direction they need to go before moving toward the elevator. "With me." It's a very quick and affectionate motion but not commented on further than that. "You have not told me where your accommodations are on the ship?"
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"Ah, I am in cabin 139. I share with a fellow called Nostradamus. And yourself?"
If he wants to bother Emet-Selch, he needs to know where he stays. Though he could find him via soul sight easily, it's probably for the best that Emet-Selch tells him himself. Not everything has to be solved with his gift, after all!
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Well, they get along well enough for two people thrust upon a ghost ship from different times and places.
"Wherever will you sleep, then?"
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In the meantime, he shrugs his shoulders. "If I can't find something to my liking then I will create something to my liking." In other words he isn't entirely sure.
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"Would that we could share a room together... alas, I don't think it possible. We will manage just fine, however. This I'm sure of."
It's not like they can't visit each other in their respective rooms, after all.
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The elevator arrives with a ding and he steps into it while expectantly waiting for Hythlodaeus to follow.
"Be that as it may," He motions his hand in the air and summons a simple shield spell around Hythlodaeus. Maintaining much more potent spells had never proved to be difficult, the least he could do is try and be cautious with someone so important. "I would rather err on the side of preparedness."
Perhaps the notes warning did have him somewhat...concerned.
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"Are you expecting to be accosted on the way to get drinks? Well, I do suppose you have a point. It wouldn't do to let our guard down too much in such a strange place."
When the doors open again he steps out and waits for Emet-Selch to follow before looking around curiously.
"Now then, I am sure there has to be a place to get drinks somewhere around here..."
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When it's over cautionary existence is pointed out, however, he merely looks off.
"This way." He says in an effort to guide the conversation (and the direction they head) away from having to answer the question he was asked. "Perhaps when we find you the drink you so eagerly seek, we should consider beginning with something easily consumed."
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"Well, let's see... how about here?" The Drunken Sailor, it's called. It smells delightful in there- they clearly must do food as well as drinks, and that's enough to entice Hythlodaeus to drag Emet-Selch that way.
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He makes his way to the bar with the aforementioned stools and slips into one with a short section of counter; long enough that it would only allow one person to sit at his side. His friend being that one exceptional person that he would invite to sit there without complaint.
The menu is slid between the two seats so that both of them could see it. "Here is what they have on offer. Is there anything to your liking?"
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Especially not with the choices of food available. They can go somewhere later for the harder drinks, but for now he's content with cider and... hm, perhaps shepherd's pie? The description makes it sound appetising.
"Perhaps we could share this?" He points to the food on the menu.
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Aside from that, he looks up at the bar around them. It's... empty, isn't it? At least, more empty than successful restaurants usually are. "The service leaves something to be desired. We may not 'share' anything if there is no one to provide it for us."
cw for alcohol just incase
Otherwise he isn't really sure what the actual point of this place being here is. He feels a little silly ordering from thin air but he hides it well, and once he's done he cants his head as two bottles of cider and two glasses float on over to the table and a shepherd's pie just... appears.
"Oh, that was fast." He prods at the pie with his fork. It's hot at least. Then he shrugs and pours himself some of his cider.
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Emet-Selch picks up a fork to begin eating. Well. Almost. Instead of digging in right away, he picks up a fork full and offers it to Hythlodaeus with a flat look on his face, clearly in an effort to mimic their interaction before. How would he like it to be teased in such a way?
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"Mm, this isn't bad, you know!" He scoops up some on his own fork and offers it to Emet-Selch; he started it, surely he can handle being on the receiving end? Just two friends feeding each other, nothing weird going on here at all...
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Emet-Selch lets his arm fall back to the table. He gives Hythlodaeus a disapproving glower as if he intends to dismiss the gesture he's given in return. But he leans forward and takes the bite that is offered to him in one quick - almost spiteful - motion.
"Now that you've had your fun, let us go back to eating like those with proper table manners," Emet-Selch says as he starts picking at the food with a fork again. Is he completely disregarding that he technically started it this time? Yes.
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"Who is here to judge us, pray tell?" He takes another mouthful and sets about pouring his cider into a glass, and once he's swallowed he takes a sip. He'd ask if it was the implications that bothered Emet-Selch, but he's not quite ready to voice that question yet.
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"In my judgment, I know that I am capable of doing it myself. I'm not a child." He takes a glass all the same and takes a drink. It is certainly not about the judgment of others, but more a habit formed in years long past to be cautious with 'vulnerabilities'.
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He can't say he's personally satisfied with the option to not tease him over it any more, but he doesn't want to push it too far.
"In any case, how would you rate the food? I rather like it, personally." Though Hythlodaeus has never been fussy, really. He's not hard to please.
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"Mmm." He says as the verbal equivalent to a shrug while he continues to eat. Emet-Selch picks at the food with his fork. It's not dissatisfying, but her certainly has tasted better. "You have much to catch up on in terms of cuisine." That is all he says on the matter.
Emet-Selch gives him a look and his tone changes to something infinitely more heartfelt. "Many new things have passed you by since the days of antiquity, but I shall see to it that you see them all regardless of our confines."
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He pokes at the food idly, wondering how to start that particular conversation. "There is much I need to catch up on, indeed... and not just in terms of cuisine."
He tilts his head a little, watching his dearest friend with a smile. "I feel as though I both know you, and yet do not know you all at once. So much time has passed, I am sure you are a changed man for it."
Whereas he feels like the same old Hythlodaeus for the most part. Sure, he's been having nightmares of the Final Days and he most certainly did not used to have nightmares at all, and he now knows how terrible death can be. But he hasn't changed much on the outside for it, he thinks.
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Every time he thinks about speaking of his past with Hythlodaeus looking back at him, all he can think is that he would watch that expression wither into disapproval. Then to hatred. Thinking about that is too much to bear.
The words he says are much quieter than usual. "Mayhap that is a blessing. I must wonder if you would sooner despise me for my many failures."
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"Despise you? I would do no such thing." Leaning forward, the food temporarily forgotten, he makes pointed eye contact.
"Do you truly believe that I could ever hate you, my friend? We have been through too much, mourned each other for too long."
Certainly, he could forgive Emet-Selch for anything.
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That is precisely part of the concern. He had mourned his friend for so long. His people, his home, and those precious to him who had served as his sole motivation through the long years have all vanished. There is such precious little that remains of what he held dear and if he were to lose Hythlodaeus forever on top of that, well, he could not imagine being able to bear it.
This he keeps to himself. Voicing it out loud may serve to only influence the opinion in an unintended way.
Emet-Selch sighs through his nose. Keeping such a thing from Hythlodaeus forever is surely impractical, and he longed for someone to confide in besides. "I believe that no matter what you decide, your decision is your own." He looks at Hythlodaeus in earnest. "I cannot regret fighting for that which I love."
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