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week 0, monday

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[ it’s morning, and brilith hasn’t completely lost her sight yet, but it’s fading fast. so she hurries to the door after waking and calls: ]

Missile! It’s time to get dressed.

[ he’ll come when she calls, right? ]

[gitalong]

[ he was sitting right outside the door! because i assume someone told him where his room is! so yes, he comes! ]

Hello! Good morning, Miss Brilith! I get to wear clothes today?!

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[ missile needs a doggy door :( ]

Of course! Master Blue gave them to you, so there’s no reason you shouldn’t wear them - unless you don’t like them.

[ brilith thinks he does? he’d obviously say so, if he doesn’t. ]

They make you look even more dashing than usual.

[gitalong]

[ he needs door handles at doggy height! this is doggy discrimination!!! ]

You think so? Miss Kamila would dress me up sometimes, but usually all I wore was my fur! What do you think would look nice, Miss Brilith?

[ doggo... colorblind. ]

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Your fur is wonderful.

[ so soft, much fluff. very good for patting. ]

I just think it’d be a waste not to use what you were given, don’t you think? [ and holding up a green bowtie, fully aware that he’s colorblind: ] This one would work, right?

w2, friday

[gitalong]

[ hello guess who comes slinking in to the joom with his tail between his legs ]

Hello...? Miss Brilith...?

[infire]

[ i'm going to be nice and let missile find her while she's gathering things to flee the room for the weekend

but she's there, covering her nose and mouth with a handkerchief. her staff is laid out on the chaise, while brilith is busy slipping some things into a purse when she hears missile come in. ]

Missile... How are you feeling?

[gitalong]

[ i mean, he would've gone looking for her. probably. or curled up under Mammon's bed for the rest of the day, it's fine ]

I'm... okay.

[ he's shivering slightly ]

Miss Brilith... I'm sorry...

[infire]

[ ...she doesn't say anything. the smell in here is awful, and maybe there is blood she can't see, but. after a moment, she kneels by her chaise and opens her arms. does missile want a hug? ]

[gitalong]

[ yes

he burrows into her arms ]

I'm sorry... I shouldn't have bit you... and I should have stayed...!

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[ she hugs him as tight as he'll allow, shushing softly. ]

It's alright, Missile. I understand why you didn't. I'm not angry.

[gitalong]

But you're leaving...

[ is it because he didn't do a good enough job? ]

w3, sunday

[gitalong]

[ i'm so happy there's a doggy door on whatever room Brilith is occupying because

hello

a doggo head pops through ]

Hello? Anyone here?

[ is Brilith even in her (forcefully acquired) room? ]

[infire]

[ ...oh. yes, she's here, reading one of her stolen books. ]

Hello, Missile. Were you looking for someone?

[gitalong]

Yes! I was looking for you, actually.

[ he'll wiggle his way through the door. it takes him a bit to pop through - entirely due to the tiny backpack he's wearing. ]

Are you busy? Can we talk?

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Oh. Sure.

[ why would she say no to missile ]

...What are you carrying?

[gitalong]

Oh, all the stuff that I've found here! Like the armor, and the rock, and the dog treat...

[ you know, very important things. ]

... Um, back at the trial... why did you say what you said? I don't understand it.

[infire]

You still have your armor? ...You didn't take it with you into that room last week?

[ why the fuck not??

but, ah... the question makes her look away, with a pang of guilt. ]

You mean when I told them to vote for me, if they didn't find the monster.

[gitalong]

... I forgot about it.

[ this is both icly, and oocly true ]

Well... kind of. Why did you say you wanted to be a ghost, Miss Brilith?

w4, post trial

[gitalong]

[ ... pops head around the door of whatever room Brilith is in. the top of the astronomy tower? the billiard room? the garden shed??? who knows.

there's something clenched between his teeth. ]

[infire]

[ catch her in the research lab, missile! she's looking up when she hears his nails clicking on the floor, eyebrows raised in surprise. ]

Missile...?

[gitalong]

[ his tail starts wagging vigorously at the sight of her. he'll trot up and proudly offer the item for her to take. hello, Miss Brilith!

... it's a granola bar. ]

[infire]

[ ...oh. careful of her bandaged arm, brilith leans down to take the granola bar. she looks a bit confused? but she will set it on the table so she can give him a pat on the head. ]

Thank you, Missile. You're a good boy, as always.

[gitalong]

[ snacks help you heal, right? especially chocolate chip snacks!!! or so he's heard. ]

Thank you for saying so! Are you okay? Does it hurt a lot?

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...It hurts, yes, but it's nothing I can't handle. [ she smiles, just for him. ] Thank you for your concern, but I'll be alright with time.