Ho ho ho! Your Secret Santa giftee is NEKU SAKURABA, and that's all you're getting. Distract yourself with that one for a while.
Buy or make Neku a gift by December 26, or Santa will come down your chimney and box your ears.
If you need more information, contact me C/O Hawkeye Pierce at Crowe Clinic, and I'll delegate him to tell you to do your own research.
Buy or make Neku a gift by December 26, or Santa will come down your chimney and box your ears.
If you need more information, contact me C/O Hawkeye Pierce at Crowe Clinic, and I'll delegate him to tell you to do your own research.
[It's that time of year again, and Giorno will find a decently sized box with his name on it. It's held in odd but fairly tame wrapping paper; in a familiar stroke of habit, the box is wrapped with red string that fixes a card snugly in place. The card itself has two sides, one adorned with a design of various cats baking together, and the other side normally blank but now adorned with neat, tightly written cursive from La Befana. She's back for another year!
For Giorno, the card reads:
To the stalwart tree in our shared storm.
Buon Natale e felice anno nuovo.
Possa tu trovare lo stesso conforto che troviamo noi sotto le tue ampie foglie. (May you find the same solace we do under your expansive leaves.)
Inside, Giorno will find a a merry band of flowers. They seem to be a preamble to the real set of gifts, which are a mug decorated with illustrated mushrooms, a ceramic cookie jar sculpted with the same mushrooms, and, wrapped in protective paper, a painting of a little black cat.
Cheers, Dons Giovanna and Alder.]
For Giorno, the card reads:
To the stalwart tree in our shared storm.
Buon Natale e felice anno nuovo.
Possa tu trovare lo stesso conforto che troviamo noi sotto le tue ampie foglie. (May you find the same solace we do under your expansive leaves.)
Inside, Giorno will find a a merry band of flowers. They seem to be a preamble to the real set of gifts, which are a mug decorated with illustrated mushrooms, a ceramic cookie jar sculpted with the same mushrooms, and, wrapped in protective paper, a painting of a little black cat.
Cheers, Dons Giovanna and Alder.]
[As much of a grouch as he can be, Adrian isn't so much of an asshole that he isn't going to at least...try to get someone a gift for Secret Santa. Giorno will find a flower arrangement on his doorstep along with a note. The handwriting isn't the neatest in the world, but given the various ink blotches and otherwise careful lettering, it's clear an effort was made. That, or he just pressed down too hard.
Anyway! The note reads:]
My name is Adrian Cinnabar. We ain't met but I'm your Secret Santa this year, so. I hope this is okay. Ain't much of an elaborate gift-giver, and I was told you were a Nymph, so I figured this would be safe. But I guess since you're already a plant you might have enough plants...
But besides that I hear you run an Orphanage. That's a real good thing you do. Anyway I guess I wanted to offer to volunteer, if you need more staff. I can fly, and carry heavy stuff, or whatever that needs doing. Feels like a better gift I could give, and I was already thinking about it anyway.
My handle on the network is pyro. You can contact me whenever you need an extra hand.
-Adrian
Anyway! The note reads:]
My name is Adrian Cinnabar. We ain't met but I'm your Secret Santa this year, so. I hope this is okay. Ain't much of an elaborate gift-giver, and I was told you were a Nymph, so I figured this would be safe. But I guess since you're already a plant you might have enough plants...
But besides that I hear you run an Orphanage. That's a real good thing you do. Anyway I guess I wanted to offer to volunteer, if you need more staff. I can fly, and carry heavy stuff, or whatever that needs doing. Feels like a better gift I could give, and I was already thinking about it anyway.
My handle on the network is pyro. You can contact me whenever you need an extra hand.
-Adrian
[ Giorno will receive a bright pink flower brooch to be worn in his hair or on his clothing.
He will also receive a wooden branch, with a note: "From my tree. She likes the company, if you ever want to stop by!" ]
He will also receive a wooden branch, with a note: "From my tree. She likes the company, if you ever want to stop by!" ]
[Emporio's budget is somewhat lacking, and (un)fortunately, Giorno gave him the impression of a guy who has A Whole Lot Figured Out. Definitely on top of things. Absolutely. Fortunately! (.............or...Unfortunately???) He has also given the impression of someone who is into some nonsense stuff, so after a pile of errands in Merain, and a pile of hours cheating and launching fastballs at a skeeball machine, Giorno receives..!
...A color changing cup that looks suspiciously like it's from Insert Coin. Actually, it is- if you put cold liquid inside, it'll change color drastically. Don't do that now though- inside is the actual gift! In addition to various neat rocks and tiny fossils, there's a button-up mug sleeve made of fish leather. Happy Nattensfest, Giorno!]
...A color changing cup that looks suspiciously like it's from Insert Coin. Actually, it is- if you put cold liquid inside, it'll change color drastically. Don't do that now though- inside is the actual gift! In addition to various neat rocks and tiny fossils, there's a button-up mug sleeve made of fish leather. Happy Nattensfest, Giorno!]
[Reira's pretty sure Giorno has himself covered on winter clothes and things he ~needs~. But you know what he ACTUALLY needs? Well. The answer, obviously is ladybugs. Maybe even two. No-
THREE. THREE handmade ladybug plush toys, all with five spots, this was very important. All come in the same box, protectively huddled around a cookie jar she painted with cute snakes and frogs and things. Inside the jar?
...Not cookies. (Gasp!)
Instead it's nymph friendly bathbombs...and a handmade walnut diorama charm! It's got his big nymph tree inside, with a kitty sleeping on it. Naturally, it's Alder- who else would it be?
Worth noting, but the ladybugs have a scent to them. ....Lavender maybe?]
THREE. THREE handmade ladybug plush toys, all with five spots, this was very important. All come in the same box, protectively huddled around a cookie jar she painted with cute snakes and frogs and things. Inside the jar?
...Not cookies. (Gasp!)
Instead it's nymph friendly bathbombs...and a handmade walnut diorama charm! It's got his big nymph tree inside, with a kitty sleeping on it. Naturally, it's Alder- who else would it be?
Worth noting, but the ladybugs have a scent to them. ....Lavender maybe?]
[Jonathan presents Giorno with a large wrapped gift that, once revealed, will very clearly have been something he's spent much of the year working towards; it is a fairly large planter set, the massive box intricately decorated with vine motif. There is a drainage drawer at the bottom to pull out for easy cleaning and emptying, since excess water of course needs to go Somewhere as it passes through the soil, little carved stakes with frames that can be used and re-used as plant labels, glass bubbles that can be used to auto-water the plants, and even a few packets of seeds.
Jonathan's card notes that it may be better used as a sort of 'nursery', starting plants off before repotting them elsewhere, but however Giorno uses it, he's sure it'll be well used!
There is also a painted tin of cookies, with resin coated pressed flowers upon the top.]
Jonathan's card notes that it may be better used as a sort of 'nursery', starting plants off before repotting them elsewhere, but however Giorno uses it, he's sure it'll be well used!
There is also a painted tin of cookies, with resin coated pressed flowers upon the top.]
( from here. )
[The look Steve gets when he gives permission isn't subtle. Generally speaking, Giorno is very, very good at subtle — too good, in fact. Here and now, for the first time in the last two weeks letting the mask slip won't get him and a dozen others killed? It's not just that he knows it's safe to be honest. He doesn't have a choice. There's nothing left in the tank, no subterfuge, no double meanings, no hints and no half-truths.]
[Steve is hurt, and he's allowed to help. It isn't his intention to give anything away, but the gratitude in his expression is as vast and expanding as the universe, and the way he touches Steve's jaw the second time, it's like he's gaining strength from the simple contact. Which doesn't make sense. The golden glow goes the other way; it's his soul energy leaving him and going to someone else. But for him — always, but especially when it comes to Steve — this is the healing that matters.]
[And now it's his turn to listen. Eddie is a name he knows, even if only distantly, a sign on the road to Steve bloody and bleeding in their bed. His gaze flicks sideways to Max when she reacts — does she know, then? it would make sense that she knows — before he interjects mildly,] You're collecting ducklings, Steve.
[Present company excluded, of course. Max is obviously a cassowary.]
[The look Steve gets when he gives permission isn't subtle. Generally speaking, Giorno is very, very good at subtle — too good, in fact. Here and now, for the first time in the last two weeks letting the mask slip won't get him and a dozen others killed? It's not just that he knows it's safe to be honest. He doesn't have a choice. There's nothing left in the tank, no subterfuge, no double meanings, no hints and no half-truths.]
[Steve is hurt, and he's allowed to help. It isn't his intention to give anything away, but the gratitude in his expression is as vast and expanding as the universe, and the way he touches Steve's jaw the second time, it's like he's gaining strength from the simple contact. Which doesn't make sense. The golden glow goes the other way; it's his soul energy leaving him and going to someone else. But for him — always, but especially when it comes to Steve — this is the healing that matters.]
[And now it's his turn to listen. Eddie is a name he knows, even if only distantly, a sign on the road to Steve bloody and bleeding in their bed. His gaze flicks sideways to Max when she reacts — does she know, then? it would make sense that she knows — before he interjects mildly,] You're collecting ducklings, Steve.
[Present company excluded, of course. Max is obviously a cassowary.]
Edited 2022-12-27 22:37 (UTC)
[A box is left for both Giorno and Steve. Inside is an even smaller box, containing a bounty of holiday sugar cookies with various frostings and fruity toppings for them to share, and a small bottle of sake. There's also a little terrarium with a succulent inside, small enough to fit on someone's desk, with Giorno's name on it.]
[ Shortly after peeking his response to Norman, Giorno will receive a message. Brief, but hopefully not annoyingly vague. ]
giorno, i'll get to the point. your reply to osborn on that thread... you're speaking from personal experience, correct? you've been here longer than i have, and so there are things i don't know. this particular topic has come up more than once since i've arrived here though, and it hits a nerve each time. is there something i ought to know?
we don't have to discuss it now if you'd rather not, and we can do so either here or face to face, whichever is least uncomfortable.
[ He doesn't mention that he hates being in the dark, and not having all the information, but Giorno probably already knows that. ]
giorno, i'll get to the point. your reply to osborn on that thread... you're speaking from personal experience, correct? you've been here longer than i have, and so there are things i don't know. this particular topic has come up more than once since i've arrived here though, and it hits a nerve each time. is there something i ought to know?
we don't have to discuss it now if you'd rather not, and we can do so either here or face to face, whichever is least uncomfortable.
[ He doesn't mention that he hates being in the dark, and not having all the information, but Giorno probably already knows that. ]
[As promised, she scoots on over.
It's story time with Giorno! Still weird to think he's been here so long there's a whole year she doesn't know too much about other than in fragments dropped here and there.]
Yo, Giorno.
I'm ready for this tale you've got whenever you have a minute to share it.
[Admittedly a huge part of her curiosity is that he wants her opinion on it?
What did you do, sir...]
It's story time with Giorno! Still weird to think he's been here so long there's a whole year she doesn't know too much about other than in fragments dropped here and there.]
Yo, Giorno.
I'm ready for this tale you've got whenever you have a minute to share it.
[Admittedly a huge part of her curiosity is that he wants her opinion on it?
What did you do, sir...]
( from here )
[She's not alone in her worry that Steve won't tell her about it himself. That, honestly, was his hope and expectation; the fact that Steve was reticent to the point of flat refusal leaves a gnawing worry in his gut. It's just not like him. If Giorno had any time to himself at all right now, he'd be combing over everything he's done in the past year in an attempt to figure out what he missed, what he could have done better, how he could have helped more—]
[But he can't. He has a job to do. If Steve can't say it himself, then it's his job to bridge the gap. He can throw himself into that, do it right, and deal with the rest later.]
[He's relieved beyond measure that she wants to meet in person, and his response is short and to the point.]
of course. i'll be there within the half-hour.
[And he is. He can control very little else going on, but punctuality is very much within his grasp. Call it twenty-eight minutes, and he's knocking on the door of the building Nancy indicated. His hands come to rest loosely in his pockets then, a gesture that looks like total bullshit when juxtaposed with the coiled tension in his shoulders.]
[She's not alone in her worry that Steve won't tell her about it himself. That, honestly, was his hope and expectation; the fact that Steve was reticent to the point of flat refusal leaves a gnawing worry in his gut. It's just not like him. If Giorno had any time to himself at all right now, he'd be combing over everything he's done in the past year in an attempt to figure out what he missed, what he could have done better, how he could have helped more—]
[But he can't. He has a job to do. If Steve can't say it himself, then it's his job to bridge the gap. He can throw himself into that, do it right, and deal with the rest later.]
[He's relieved beyond measure that she wants to meet in person, and his response is short and to the point.]
of course. i'll be there within the half-hour.
[And he is. He can control very little else going on, but punctuality is very much within his grasp. Call it twenty-eight minutes, and he's knocking on the door of the building Nancy indicated. His hands come to rest loosely in his pockets then, a gesture that looks like total bullshit when juxtaposed with the coiled tension in his shoulders.]
Edited 2023-01-08 01:57 (UTC)
[On the afternoon of the fourth, Giorno will receive an odd message:
Cmaj7 - CEGB
[Cmaj7. Short for C Major 7. Giorno will know what it means, as it's a private shorthand code between the two of them: I'm heading home, all is well, I'm safe. This is unusual, as Fugo often stays in Bavan much later than this and in fact told Giorno as much this morning while they were discussing today's schedule. It's followed quickly by another:]
Cm7b5 - CEbGbBb
[C half-diminished. When you are home, I need to speak with you; it's important, but not urgent. Meaning that although it can wait until Giorno makes it back to the palazzo himself, Fugo has something he wants to tell him sooner rather than later.]
Cmaj7 - CEGB
[Cmaj7. Short for C Major 7. Giorno will know what it means, as it's a private shorthand code between the two of them: I'm heading home, all is well, I'm safe. This is unusual, as Fugo often stays in Bavan much later than this and in fact told Giorno as much this morning while they were discussing today's schedule. It's followed quickly by another:]
Cm7b5 - CEbGbBb
[C half-diminished. When you are home, I need to speak with you; it's important, but not urgent. Meaning that although it can wait until Giorno makes it back to the palazzo himself, Fugo has something he wants to tell him sooner rather than later.]
Edited 2023-01-29 03:38 (UTC)
[ There are very weird sounds coming from Giorno's room. That's how this all starts.
Max's eyesight is shit, particularly during the day. Perhaps to compensate—or perhaps because this is just how deer work—her hearing is fantastic. Sometimes if she concentrates, she thinks she can hear noises clear on the other side of the Palazzo. It's disorienting and a little bit scary, honestly, but it at least gives her a picture of the world around her when everything farther than a few feet comes back as blurry, indistinct shapes. So, she's grateful to it.
Except today, when there's a sound, from Giorno's room, and it's annoying her.
It's sort of like a stretching. A push, and a strain. Something hard to describe. Normally, she'd toss on her music...but, since her Walkman broke, she's a little out of luck, as she's been too ashamed to tell Fugo after he gave it to her, and too avoidant of the mall to go get another. That, and she still doesn't have a job, or her own income, and she can't keep freeloading off everyone else, and—
And she's in a bad mood, is the point. Especially when the sound won't stop.
She waits about thirty minutes before groaning very loudly, despite the only person even slightly nearby to hear it being Basil, currently encased in stone, a few rooms down, and then trudges down the hall towards the direction of the noise. It's in one of the other halls, and to her surprise... It's coming from Giorno's room.
Max likes Giorno. Outside of the fact that he saved her life in Felfri... He doesn't push her. He's observational, judging by how conscientious he is of the fact that she clearly doesn't like his vines. He's important to Steve, obviously— and, he let her into his house. Still, it is his house...and because of that Max feels some kind of a paradoxical friction with him, even though she does like him well enough.
It's a privilege for her to be here. She knows the only reason she even is is Steve. She isn't like Basil, who immediately drew concern and sympathy. She's mean, and she's difficult, and she knows it'd be easier on the feeding distribution of the house if she wasn't here. Giorno, being the owner of the Palazzo, could throw her out at any time. The power he has in this relationship has her on edge around him, just a little. It means right now, she hesitates outside his door.
It's stupid to be so nervous. She knows that. Max doesn't feel like Giorno is going to hurt her or toss her out on her ass. But, well. After years of walking on eggshells around the old head of house she grew used to, it's hard not to worry. It's only harder to smother the guilt she feels at attributing that energy to someone who has been nothing but nice to her.
So she pounds on his door with a fist and calls out to him. ]
Hey! Giorno? You good in there? [ ......... ] Giorno!! I can hear you all the way across the house, I know you're in there!!
[ ......................... ]
...The hell...? [ Is he ignoring her? Max frowns a little, a little bubble of hurt popping inside her—
Riiight before a big, green something bursts through the wall next to her, inspiring an incredibly undignified yelp as one of her hooves starts rapidly stomping, while the other loses footing entirely and she crashes into the opposite wall.
And that is how Max ends up trudging through the Bavanian countryside, searching for the person who should be taking care of the giant mutant plant that has ripped a hole in the wall. She'd looked through the house first, the whole house, and damn it, he's nowhere. At first, she's at a loss... But then, something itches at the back of her mind. There was something about... A tree? She remembers hearing someone say something about nymphs and their trees. The damn guidebook is in just about every common room of the Palazzo, so she double-checks, just to make sure she's not imagining things, and then Max starts off into the woods.
Where's she going? No clue! But her ears and her nose guide her, as she tries to pinpoint just where Giorno's tree is...and hoping that this isn't a total wild goose chase and he's not just grabbing a bite to eat in the city or something like that. ]
Hellooo? He-llllooooo? Anyone out here?
[ Mmmm, this is certainly one of her less thought through ideas. ]
Max's eyesight is shit, particularly during the day. Perhaps to compensate—or perhaps because this is just how deer work—her hearing is fantastic. Sometimes if she concentrates, she thinks she can hear noises clear on the other side of the Palazzo. It's disorienting and a little bit scary, honestly, but it at least gives her a picture of the world around her when everything farther than a few feet comes back as blurry, indistinct shapes. So, she's grateful to it.
Except today, when there's a sound, from Giorno's room, and it's annoying her.
It's sort of like a stretching. A push, and a strain. Something hard to describe. Normally, she'd toss on her music...but, since her Walkman broke, she's a little out of luck, as she's been too ashamed to tell Fugo after he gave it to her, and too avoidant of the mall to go get another. That, and she still doesn't have a job, or her own income, and she can't keep freeloading off everyone else, and—
And she's in a bad mood, is the point. Especially when the sound won't stop.
She waits about thirty minutes before groaning very loudly, despite the only person even slightly nearby to hear it being Basil, currently encased in stone, a few rooms down, and then trudges down the hall towards the direction of the noise. It's in one of the other halls, and to her surprise... It's coming from Giorno's room.
Max likes Giorno. Outside of the fact that he saved her life in Felfri... He doesn't push her. He's observational, judging by how conscientious he is of the fact that she clearly doesn't like his vines. He's important to Steve, obviously— and, he let her into his house. Still, it is his house...and because of that Max feels some kind of a paradoxical friction with him, even though she does like him well enough.
It's a privilege for her to be here. She knows the only reason she even is is Steve. She isn't like Basil, who immediately drew concern and sympathy. She's mean, and she's difficult, and she knows it'd be easier on the feeding distribution of the house if she wasn't here. Giorno, being the owner of the Palazzo, could throw her out at any time. The power he has in this relationship has her on edge around him, just a little. It means right now, she hesitates outside his door.
It's stupid to be so nervous. She knows that. Max doesn't feel like Giorno is going to hurt her or toss her out on her ass. But, well. After years of walking on eggshells around the old head of house she grew used to, it's hard not to worry. It's only harder to smother the guilt she feels at attributing that energy to someone who has been nothing but nice to her.
So she pounds on his door with a fist and calls out to him. ]
Hey! Giorno? You good in there? [ ......... ] Giorno!! I can hear you all the way across the house, I know you're in there!!
[ ......................... ]
...The hell...? [ Is he ignoring her? Max frowns a little, a little bubble of hurt popping inside her—
Riiight before a big, green something bursts through the wall next to her, inspiring an incredibly undignified yelp as one of her hooves starts rapidly stomping, while the other loses footing entirely and she crashes into the opposite wall.
And that is how Max ends up trudging through the Bavanian countryside, searching for the person who should be taking care of the giant mutant plant that has ripped a hole in the wall. She'd looked through the house first, the whole house, and damn it, he's nowhere. At first, she's at a loss... But then, something itches at the back of her mind. There was something about... A tree? She remembers hearing someone say something about nymphs and their trees. The damn guidebook is in just about every common room of the Palazzo, so she double-checks, just to make sure she's not imagining things, and then Max starts off into the woods.
Where's she going? No clue! But her ears and her nose guide her, as she tries to pinpoint just where Giorno's tree is...and hoping that this isn't a total wild goose chase and he's not just grabbing a bite to eat in the city or something like that. ]
Hellooo? He-llllooooo? Anyone out here?
[ Mmmm, this is certainly one of her less thought through ideas. ]
[ On a Monday, Steve vanishes.
It's the third time—fourth if you count Robin—that one of the older kids has been here and then was gone. With Nancy, Steve could confirm it quick. With Eddie, it took a little trial and error. With Robin, it was a special situation.
With Steve, the entire Palazzo seems to get word fast. That his room is empty, despite going to sleep in it and never getting up that early. Max is roused from her slumber, nocturnal creature that she now is, and discovers he's gone, and it's an empty feeling.
Being here isn't good. That's what Max has come to decide. But it's better than stasis. The cold nothing that's been described to her. And Steve—he had a life here. So much more of one than Max does. He has people whose lives he enhances with just a look or a smile, and that absence is going to be felt so strongly.
Steve Harrington is one of a kind, and Max realizes without him, without his safety and security to fall back on, she feels instantly lost.
He has a little bunker in the Palazzo. A basement suite that he spent his time in whenever possible. A rabbit thing, she'd put together. It's like a little piece of him, incredibly lived in—much more than Max's own room, even though he moved in officially at the same time he did—and it's on a Tuesday evening that she finds her tired hooves taking her there.
Maybe she can just sit in it and cry for a bit. Get all the overwhelming feelings out before driving herself and Basil to Stickler School's night class. That is her intent, once she realizes it's where she's going.
But she doesn't expect someone else to have the exact same plan. And the sight of him roots her to the spot. ]
It's the third time—fourth if you count Robin—that one of the older kids has been here and then was gone. With Nancy, Steve could confirm it quick. With Eddie, it took a little trial and error. With Robin, it was a special situation.
With Steve, the entire Palazzo seems to get word fast. That his room is empty, despite going to sleep in it and never getting up that early. Max is roused from her slumber, nocturnal creature that she now is, and discovers he's gone, and it's an empty feeling.
Being here isn't good. That's what Max has come to decide. But it's better than stasis. The cold nothing that's been described to her. And Steve—he had a life here. So much more of one than Max does. He has people whose lives he enhances with just a look or a smile, and that absence is going to be felt so strongly.
Steve Harrington is one of a kind, and Max realizes without him, without his safety and security to fall back on, she feels instantly lost.
He has a little bunker in the Palazzo. A basement suite that he spent his time in whenever possible. A rabbit thing, she'd put together. It's like a little piece of him, incredibly lived in—much more than Max's own room, even though he moved in officially at the same time he did—and it's on a Tuesday evening that she finds her tired hooves taking her there.
Maybe she can just sit in it and cry for a bit. Get all the overwhelming feelings out before driving herself and Basil to Stickler School's night class. That is her intent, once she realizes it's where she's going.
But she doesn't expect someone else to have the exact same plan. And the sight of him roots her to the spot. ]
Edited 2023-06-13 20:02 (UTC)
hey
um
Do you need anything?
um
Do you need anything?
[So, this is happening.]
[Fugo hasn't responded to any of it. He thought about it, during the surprisingly rapid escalation period of Trish tearing into some obviously new stranger for increasingly nonsensical reasons. But then, you know. Tridentarius threw the metaphorical water on top of the grease fire. And Trish, without thinking twice about it, broke her promise.
...I've already resolved to give Tridentarius a berth wider than the Pacific Ocean. Harrowhark...I've not once seen, so I imagine that will remain true too. However, I won't seek her out either.
But that's all I can promise you, you're right. I can't do much more than that.]
[Which isn't entirely accurate, really. The correct way to describe this is that Trish already broke her promise to him. Because, apparently, Trish has been harassing Harrow. Harrow, who hasn't done a single fucking thing wrong--]
[It's around then that Fugo has to close that particular post. He sits, fingers frigid and trembling, throat painfully tight with a sucking whirlpool of upset. He's angry, he's hurt, he's frustrated with himself, he doesn't know what to do, there's nothing he can do, this always happens, this was inevitably going to happen, he's stupid for thinking that maybe this time it would be different--]
[Eventually, he sends a message of his own. Apropos of nothing, disconnected from everything that's happening on the network.]
Want to go steal a car? Or anything really.
[Fugo hasn't responded to any of it. He thought about it, during the surprisingly rapid escalation period of Trish tearing into some obviously new stranger for increasingly nonsensical reasons. But then, you know. Tridentarius threw the metaphorical water on top of the grease fire. And Trish, without thinking twice about it, broke her promise.
...I've already resolved to give Tridentarius a berth wider than the Pacific Ocean. Harrowhark...I've not once seen, so I imagine that will remain true too. However, I won't seek her out either.
But that's all I can promise you, you're right. I can't do much more than that.]
[Which isn't entirely accurate, really. The correct way to describe this is that Trish already broke her promise to him. Because, apparently, Trish has been harassing Harrow. Harrow, who hasn't done a single fucking thing wrong--]
[It's around then that Fugo has to close that particular post. He sits, fingers frigid and trembling, throat painfully tight with a sucking whirlpool of upset. He's angry, he's hurt, he's frustrated with himself, he doesn't know what to do, there's nothing he can do, this always happens, this was inevitably going to happen, he's stupid for thinking that maybe this time it would be different--]
[Eventually, he sends a message of his own. Apropos of nothing, disconnected from everything that's happening on the network.]
Want to go steal a car? Or anything really.
[ At long last, Max thinks she finally understands the appeal of the laptops, because she has to talk with Giorno.
But the thought of opening her mouth and speaking with him again has her feeling pins and needles all up and down her body. ]
i dont think they should duel
But the thought of opening her mouth and speaking with him again has her feeling pins and needles all up and down her body. ]
i dont think they should duel
[ Apropos of literally absolutely nothing, one afternoon, after Max wakes up: ]
you know a lot about animals right
you know a lot about animals right
<sanctumreverentia> [like an hour after doppio contacted her]
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gildedsaint
2023-07-14 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
giorno. have you heard from trish yet? i believe i may have information for you.
[Adrian saw her, last night. He spoke with her. But it was so damn late that he just went home and went to bed with the intention of telling Giorno he shepherded her towards the city without knowing for sure if she made it or not. That would have required following her, and that's above his pay grade.
That was also before he woke up to Rosso missing and the treehouse covered in blood. So. Needless to say he's a little later than he'd like to be. A couple hours into the morning...by now, the changes have hit people full-force.]
i saw her last night, trish
shes okay shes not hurt or anythin i talked to her for a bit
i meant to message you sooner but somethin came up this morning
as far as i know shes headed to bavan
[By now though, she's already made it to the community center.]
That was also before he woke up to Rosso missing and the treehouse covered in blood. So. Needless to say he's a little later than he'd like to be. A couple hours into the morning...by now, the changes have hit people full-force.]
i saw her last night, trish
shes okay shes not hurt or anythin i talked to her for a bit
i meant to message you sooner but somethin came up this morning
as far as i know shes headed to bavan
[By now though, she's already made it to the community center.]
Good Afternoon, Mr. Giovanna!
My name is Seras Victoria, and I'm sending you this message in regards to employment at your Orphanage. Miss Maya Fey told me you were looking for more hands to help out with the kids there, and I thought I would offer my services. :)
I'll be frank with you, I spent my life in the system and as such, have a lot of experience in taking care of younger children and helping them with their day-to-day tasks and schooling. I am also a former police officer, soldier and bodyguard, so I've got training in the first responder sort of responsibilities as well as field medicine. (Anybody scrapes a knee or falls out of a tree and I'm on it!)
[Sorry for this ambush of an interview Giorno. It's been a while since she's done something like this, but back in her day you just showed up with references and gumption to get your foot in the door! Still, popping up and demanding a job is a little too assertive, she thinks, so this is how she's doing it.]
My only job currently is taking care of my six dogs, but other than that I am completely free. :) Any time you have available to speak or meet in person, I'd love the opportunity to do so!
I hope you have a wonderful rest of your day, and I look forward to speaking to you soon!
-Seras Victoria
My name is Seras Victoria, and I'm sending you this message in regards to employment at your Orphanage. Miss Maya Fey told me you were looking for more hands to help out with the kids there, and I thought I would offer my services. :)
I'll be frank with you, I spent my life in the system and as such, have a lot of experience in taking care of younger children and helping them with their day-to-day tasks and schooling. I am also a former police officer, soldier and bodyguard, so I've got training in the first responder sort of responsibilities as well as field medicine. (Anybody scrapes a knee or falls out of a tree and I'm on it!)
[Sorry for this ambush of an interview Giorno. It's been a while since she's done something like this, but back in her day you just showed up with references and gumption to get your foot in the door! Still, popping up and demanding a job is a little too assertive, she thinks, so this is how she's doing it.]
My only job currently is taking care of my six dogs, but other than that I am completely free. :) Any time you have available to speak or meet in person, I'd love the opportunity to do so!
I hope you have a wonderful rest of your day, and I look forward to speaking to you soon!
-Seras Victoria
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