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[thiefshonor]

[Anyone on deck 05 might hear Celeste scream as she wakes up, just like last time.

Maybe ten minutes later...]

Augh... my head... my head.....

Wh-what happened...?

[Groans.]

.....who has my scarf.

[OOC: Celeste is missing the following things: her red scarf, though it's pretty bloodstained now i think; a pair of earrings; dark leather

Comments

jiejieeee ;o;

[shesagift]

celeste?

meimei T_T

[thiefshonor]

Ngh. River.

I... could you bring me clothes again.

JIEJIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

[shesagift]

I bought you a Christmas present.

[knock knock.]

[thiefshonor]

What's a Chris...

[Oh, knocking. Celeste opens the door with her bedsheets wrapped around her like some sort of gigantic shawl.]

........

[shesagift]

[River has the bottom of her shirt unbuttoned, oddly enough, showing the scars on her belly. She breezes in silently, clothes in hand.]

They're early. Happy Christmas.

[here, have a nice shirt and slacks. And woolly socks!]

[thiefshonor]

Th-thanks...

[Celeste takes the clothes, but as she does she notices the scars. Huh... did River unbutton her shirt on purpose so she'd notice?

Well, first things first. She turned around and dressed behind the sheet, much like last time.]

Hey, these are pretty nice...

[shesagift]

[She's unusually silent, balanced on the balls of her feet. She looks like she's ready for a fight. Whatever has been happening on the ship's affected her, too, and she is feeling quite unusual.]

They're presents. I like the socks.

[thiefshonor]

Socks, huh...

[She smiles bitterly. Celeste, too, is acting strange, not just from the ship but from just waking up after dying. She sits down on the edge of her bed and lifts one gangly, bony foot, pulling the sock over it and up her calf. They look too big for her tiny skeleton legs.]

...did something happen on the ship?

[shesagift]

[She appears to ponder this, or just stare creepily at her.]

Time stood still.

[thiefshonor]

[She sighs.]

...right. Whatever. What happened?

[shesagift]

[River actually looks annoyed.]

Bad creeping through the walls. It comes over and goes into your drink. You take a sip, and you're lost.

[thiefshonor]

[Celeste just stares back at her, equally annoyed.]

...whatever. Guess I'll just ask someone else later.

[She pulls the other sock up her other foot.]

Where is Batou.

[shesagift]

I'm saying it the best I can.

[she sits on the other side of the bed.]

Gone away. What I mean to say is -

[screws up her face. Thinks.]

It's not known.

[thiefshonor]

[Her face twists and she shakes her head.

Gone away?

what

where

is.]

Where is he?

[shesagift]

I can't make it out.

[wrings at her hands, distressed.]

It's - not - working!

[thiefshonor]

[Celeste sighs and cradles her head, her headache surging.]

...he's fine. He's fine. Nevermind.

[If Celeste knew how to comfort River, she would. Instead, she just watches her tiredly.]

It's okay. Okay?