august mingle;

[thecommissary]

This is the general mingle log for August. Feel free to post open top levels for: new arrivals, job duties, general hanging out in common spaces, bonding with your block, and anything else you can think of. There will not be a catch all for the event, so you can put event starters here or in their own separate log!

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[sharktrash]

He hears her coming in, and that's the main reason he's not startled when she speaks, though he does shift in a way that does not leave his back turned to her. She doesn't look dangerous, but he's seen her around Obsidian, and there were no 'safe' people there.

That doesn't mean he's not going to be civil unless prompted otherwise, of course.

"No need. I probably shouldn't be here."

Yet here he is. Hell of a weird dream, really. He very much prefers it to the place he visited on the first night, though. He has half a mind to thank her, but he expects she hasn't exactly invited him.

He gestures at the antlers vaguely.

"Interesting design choice. Did you do this?"

Ignoring the corpse at the back like a champ, but that last question just might apply to both.

[souille]

She glances around at the antlers, looking quite proud, reaching over to gently brush a cobweb she notices on one of them.

"I helped. It's mostly my dad's handiwork."

[sharktrash]

"That sounds fun." If only he knew.

Well, technically, he does know, a little bit from whatever crumbles of press they got here and the rumors, but in his mind, those two things aren't necessarily connected. His gang did murders; he still liked to think that wasn't the entire basis of his bond with the kid that ran with them. Maybe the cannibal girl had a perfectly normal, happy childhood. It doesn't look like she'd dreamt up her dad, though, unless it was him there at the back.

He steps away from the hazard waiting to happen, but doesn't leave just yet, instead lingering by the door. Leaving just might drop him in the empty streets with encroaching waters again and he'd much rather risk becoming a pincushion at the moment.

"You get along well?"

[souille]

"We did. He was everything to me."

Abigail adjusts the angle of the antlers a little so that they're in line with the rest of them, then steps back to survey the wall. There, perfect.

She realises that Squalo's lingering near the door and figures that he might just feel like he's intruding - it doesn't even occur to her that the trophies from her hunts and the actual human body in the back of the room might come across as big red flags. This version of the cabin feels comforting and powerful to her, the exact opposite of the impact the 'real' one had on her.

"Oh, you can come in if you like. It's nice to have the company."

[sharktrash]

"In that case, I'm sorry for your loss."

He doubts she hears that a lot, considering the... everything, but it feels appropriate. This is getting to be more words than he's ever said to her in the real world so far, but then, neither of them had been in Obsidian that long.

He watches her, considering. He doubts a girl could take him down that easily even if she catches him by surprise, but then, as a hunter, she might've been stronger than she looked. Oh well. None of this was real anyway, was it?

He glances back at the oddly comforting lush green, then heads on in, pulling up a rough looking stool near the work bench.

"I am pretty delightful company." It's only half joke; he's as vain as it gets so of course he thinks anyone would be thrilled to spend time with him. "So it's fine if I stick around for a while? The last... place I ended up at was shit."

[souille]

She simply shrugs at his condolences. There were times when she still missed her father greatly, but they were balanced by the knowledge that she'd had to answer for his crimes. Being back in the cabin, which had been their place against the world, had only served to reinforce to her just how alone she was now, and while she couldn't feel contempt for her father - although she knew it would be far easier on her if she could - she most definitely did feel disappointment.

She brightens up, however, as she realises that he does plan on staying for a while. "It's absolutely fine, make yourself at home. I'm Abigail."