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[Video/In person] ~As if the planet is made of clay - this is a tragic mix of wayward magic tricks~

[Perhaps you've seen a dirty-blonde white Earth Pony wandering around in a bit of a daze; he hasn't been out much, mostly keeping to his room, with very disoriented-seeming forays into the kitchen and occasionally sitting and staring off into space. His flank bears a mark of a Deerstalker cap and a magnifying glass, and his Inverness cape and said hat have converted along with]

[Yep, this week has been hard on the poor detective.]

[As for the video feed? Well, there's said white Earth Pony, sitting out front, with a pair of binoculars. He's holding them with one hoof, and just staring at them.]

I thought I'd gotten used to everything, you know. Like this place couldn't do anything to surprise me and I'd taken all the shots I could to my worldview and understanding of reality.

I think ... that I just lost some major part of the feeling that things made sense.

[He shakes the hoof with the binoculars, just staring at them almost morbidly.]

Requiescat in pace.

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...You're worried... about...

this. [Unhappy grey pegasus pony is unhappy. It's pretty obvious.]

I'd honestly thought you were a more sensible human being. [WHOOPS. PORCUPINE'D!]

[The Blackberry isn't even getting turned off so much as abandoned on a cloud.]

[Well...damnit. Of course, after what last week had been for him, it would've gotten her pretty badly.]

[Considering that he can't exactly talk at the Blackberry that's been ditched, he's leaving the binoculars there and trotting off where he'd somewhat seen the grey streak flying off.]

[If Saguru looks closely he might be able to find her curled up unhappily on a cloud- she might be a bit hard to make out, if not for the red mane and tail.]

[He's going to give a minute before he says anything to see if she's paying attention, but he's going to stop under the cloud, just... waiting for a minute.]

[Tris is looking down and just- giving him this very flat look.] Go away, Saguru. I don't feel like talking to you, nor do I expect I shall feel like it anytime in the near future.

[Yes, she has wings. Yes, she's flying away. At the very least, he gets to have Chime flying down to fuss over him?]

[And that is things being torn. There's the nice little part of him that's well aware that it's a lot of her bleeding that's going on, and can trace out what he knows of her issues and what's bothered her in the past, to realize that it's more lashing out in a very UNHEALTHY way and that there's probably a need for someone to actually be around.]

[And then there's the part that, besides that whole "kick to being able to render things through logic and reason", has been trying NOT to think about things like various issues that might've come out of last week. Like the renewed awareness of the contrast between last week, and the entire nice shadow he's been living with, which he'd been trying very hard not to dwell on, and that his track record of luck with some of his "old friends" from home has been dismal - he's a behavioral analyst, not a therapist, and he's had a lot of having what few friends he's had since he got here disappear on him.]

[He'll try and follow ... in a bit... for now he's just going to stay there and just ... shift to being a bit flat with the dragon.]

Edited 2012-04-16 04:03 (UTC)

[Chime is nuzzling up to Saguru and making an unhappy-sounding noise, like glass faintly scraping against something. She's not sure what's going on anymore.]

[Tris will be coming back eventually, mostly to make sure she knows where Chime is staying. Tris doesn't exactly feel up to remaining conscious, and while she is sure Chime will be fine with Saguru, she knows she's going to be sleeping the sleep of the dead for a while.] Chime, are you going to stay with Saguru? I'm going to bed.

[Yes, Saguru, aside from acknowledging you're there, Tris is pretty much ignoring you.]

[And for the time while Tris isn't there, he's curling up around Chime; may not be as good as having a person, but Hell, Chime is something that's living.]

[...Well. It's probably chainmail gloves time.]

For what it's worth? I've partly been trying not to dwell on the renewed reminders that, at current, I won't live to see twenty.

[Tris is-- not exactly glaring, or looking like she's gotten smacked, but she's walking off again.

Of course her problems are stupid and insignificant by comparison. How could she forget that? And here she is, once again, making her own problems. It's enough that her usual defensive responses are just- failing utterly.]

[...Damnit. Or he could fail utterly and make things worse.]

[As much as he's not really up to this, he's even less up to having one of the three remaining people he gets along with, and the one he's known the longest and best, decide to cut him out.]

[So he's getting up and following, even if he's going to be talking to her back for a while.] I'm sorry.

I - knew there were others last week hit, and knew enough to know it'd have hit you, too, I just...

No, it's understandable. [She's keeping her tone fairly short and clipped, and it looks very much like she's going to just fly off again. She's tired, she's clearly crossed a line somewhere, her problems aren't as big or dangerous as people around her ~~again~~--]

[And she's too tired to try and drive him off. So she's just going to fly off, instead.]

[Chime is just trying to catch up to Saguru, and making a noise that can probably easily be interpreted as distressed confusion.]

[Well, there's at least an attempt at galloping after.] Wait - please don't - come back -

[And if there is any attention paid back, considering that there's not really a way he could keep up with her flying, if there isn't any sign of her coming back, he's ...basically veering and slowing down a bit to hit his head on a tree a few times, and slump over against it for a while.]

[...yeah, no, Tris is just going to go hide in her room for a while and likely pass out, since she hasn't exactly been sleeping well.]

[Chime, meanwhile, is going to fly to catch up to Saguru and just... make a pathetic noise at him. She doesn't get what's going on here at all, and he seems a lot less confusing right now than Tris does.]

[That's going to be another break to curl around the dragon and scrape up his nerves again; obviously this isn't something he can exactly leave be, and with no telling what'll be going on next week, as much as her being able to out run him so easily makes it harder, he can't just let it go until they're both human again.]

[So he's going to relocate to the hallway next to her door, and settle in to wait.]

[He'd try the door, or knocking on the door, but ... well, two nameplates, and somehow dragging Mukuro's incredibly fragile ward into this doesn't seem like the greatest idea.]

[Tris is probably going to be out for a good... oh, ten hours or so. And even after that, she doesn't look well-rested when she does leave the room. She's just going to shuffle out...

...and kind of... freeze on seeing Saguru. Ohhh no. Nope. Not happening.]

[Sure, he was studying psych and all, but really, at the moment?]

[You're dealing just as much with one of those times where a lot of his hard-built Professional Adult is cracking, and his teenager is leaking, albeit in a direction that's more desperate than anything.]

Please, don't leave again - I didn't mean to snap at you, and I was being a - stupid self-centered teenager, but almost all of the other few friends I had are gone now - and I don't want to end up hurting you or driving you away and ending up without even that.

You weren't snapping at me. [Saguru, you're kind of tapdancing on all the wrong nerves. You apologizing just makes her feel like a- like a tool.]

I was being the exact thing I hate- someone who whines and moans about their problems and says "pity me!" and forgets that other people have problems, too. [And yes, she is edging for the door.]

[ ....... Let's see, history of active abuse and depression plus a few incidents of direct severe trauma versus history of parental half-abandonment while involved in other things and a lack of social experience aggravated by recent indirect trauma.]

I'm fairly sure I can guarantee that your childhood was a Hell of a lot worse than mine, and I know that you've got a lot more reasons to be bothered by something like last week than I do, particularly when I spent it well aware that it was an excuse to avoid my problems.

...don't say that. [You're making her more uncomfortable, not less.] After all, it's the past. It's supposed to be left to itself.

[She can't bring herself to say it, but knowing she's basically out-lived his expected lifespan hurts. It makes it painful just being around him.]

That doesn't make it go away, or hurt any less. [Because if it were that easy your life would be all sunshine and roses, wouldn't it?]

And besides, I'm - occasionally a stupid pessimistic fatalistic teenager about my own affairs.

[Yeah, he was still going to be leaking about it and wasn't exactly in a stable place yet, but damned if he didn't know when it wasn't a good time to indulge that, and he HAD gotten a few good breaks while she was asleep to dust himself off a little.]

[Tris is shaking her head.] That doesn't-- [Tris is dropping her head and just- sighing.] It doesn't change the fact that I've outlived your estimation of how long you will survive. [And NOW she's going back in the room. And not leaving. Not for a while.]

Wait, please - I - [And that's the door again.]

[Yay being a stupid teenager. Yay having at least one potential future where he damn well knows better than to say something like that, as much as it bothers him and he doesn't have a lot of faith in the Schrodinger thing.]

[Well, back to sitting out of the way of the door and waiting.]

[Tris is sticking her head out of the door and looking at Saguru and Chime. Erm. Well, this is awkward.]

[And that is a very clear, blatant, and sudden perk up from being a complete and visible pile of mope.]

Tris? Ah - I'm still sorry about that; I've been - ...well, moody myself since last week, and being stupidly intent on pretending nothing's wrong enough that I didn't think, and it WAS stupid - please stop - the disappearing thing - I can't really offer to talk in your room but I do want to have you around and -

[Hi. This is a stupid teenager moment. Saguru is currently not a Master Detective, but a slightly babbly eighteen year old boy who is kind of falling over himself.]

[Tris is just going to slink out of the room and close the door. She's looking kind of... "whipped dog" is putting it mildly.] No. You had every right to say that.

[...And you know, closing the door actually does get a moment of relief.]

Ah - I ... think I've been sitting too much on things like my survival odds back home. I meant obsessing over the plot apparently deciding to destroy one of my few remaining bits of logic I could apply to it; I was finding something frivolous to focus on to avoid dealing with anything.

Including looking after the few friends I have left here. [And considering how very tenuous and still half professional that is with Mikami, and that Mukuro is Mukuro...]

....I fail to see how you could count me as a 'friend'. [People don't make friends with Tris, and it's pretty clear that Saguru calling her such still makes her uncomfortable.

Especially with how she's been acting.] Especially considering I'm not a very good one, if I was so busy having an- an indulgent fit of high drama over how terrible my life is, to the exclusion of thinking about anyone else. [Even bringing up that she has problems gets this very visible body-language 'urge to bolt'.]

[... Your self esteem issues are slightly amazing the more the ends up piecing together about them.]

I think we both basically did that, as much as mine was less high drama and more fretting over something blatantly silly. [The death of logic WAS something that bothered him, as much as the manifestation was silly, but it wasn't exactly an important point to argue right now.]

And in the time I've been here, you've been one of the more reliable people I know, as well as - about the only person my age that I've been able to talk to much without too much worrying about the politics and dancing around certain things, and you've given me far more chances far more easily than most of the people I know from back home. I hardly expect anyone to be perfect or not have their own problems, and God knows what you have said and what I have seen so far is more than enough for me to know you have more than enough to deal with yourself.

[Tris is digging at the floor a little with a front hoof. She's not quite sure how to say it, but she's damn sure she should have been able to control herself better so that her issues were less of a... thing.]

It still doesn't excuse my behavior.

...

Well, neither of us are perfect and both of us are perfectly capable of screwing up.

But actually trying to do something to fix a screw-up seems more productive than beating yourself up over it and shutting in your room.

So, do you want to try to find somewhere to talk that's not the hallway? I'd rather try to figure out how to fix things than have a continuing train wreck, myself, and I think I owe you a bit more explanation myself.

Truce?

[The last question's a dry half-joke, and he's holding up one hoof and it's like there's a moment where he's forgetting that the whole "pony" thing means hands and some kind of handshake isn't exactly going to work. With an earflick as that sinks in and he's trying not to think about it.]

Edited 2012-04-17 08:48 (UTC)

[Tris is looking at the hoof and snorting softly. She still doesn't feel better, but... hell, she's always been good at slapping functional-seeming wallpaper over things.] Truce. Where to?

[~~They kind of both do the wallpaper thing really~~At least it's not hiding and self-destructing in a way that isn't allowing for anything.]

[...And if he didn't want to drag Chrome into this, he DEFINITELY doesn't want to suggest his room and risk bringing Mukuro into it.]

I'd say my room but the Author's decided it's not possible for me to have a room to myself... the attic is usually left alone, though.

[Tris is smiling crookedly at Saguru.] The Author seems to have decided the same thing. It's rather nerve-wracking, really. I've had my own bedroom since I was ten, and before that it was the girls' dorm at Winding Circle...

[He'll be going to lead the way to the attic, possibly forcing Chime to shift, with a pause to make sure Tris is with him.]

I'd always had my room to myself before I came here. At least, from what I've seen, Chrome's quiet... my first two roommates were people I knew from back home - and the first one was solely responsible for how accustomed I am to my dignity getting destroyed.

[...As much as Chrome's not the best socialized thing, she does know that it's not a good sign when someone's being that kind of upset and is in and out of the room that fast, and not a good sign to not see Chime, either.]

[This doesn't really mean she's sure what to do, but...]

A-are...are you alright?

Fine. [Tris is going to curl up in her bed and pull the blankets over her head. She really doesn't want to talk to anyone, and Chrome is- a little too much 'squishy innocent bystander' to get the usual porcupine routine.]

[Chime isn't there, she's obviously not fine and not talking about it. This is something she's not exactly unused to, considering who she lives with.]

[She's picking up Toka and quietly padding over to tug on the blanket, keeping pretty careful; and will be holding out the raptor-baby.]

[Tris is- almost growling at having her Blanket of Woe and Misery pulled down. She's just- looking at Chrome and Toka for a moment before sighing heavily and just burrowing her face into the pillows.] Give me a minute. I'm going to have to go grab Chime- what I've been doing has hardly been fair to her at all.

[The growling doesn't even really seem to register; why it's almost like she's USED to people growling and snapping at her without meaning it when she's trying to help. She doesn't really answer, though, just nods, and backs off to her bed with a very confused raptor hatchling.]

((SOB. SKIPPING BACK TO THE OTHER THREAD Y/Y?))

[Have a nosy red mane'd peach colored Earth pony staring into the feed, hooves pressed to his face in a very human gesture, aren't you lucky. U OK his amused expression seems to implore. He nods to indicate the binoculars] Peeped on any good pony porn with those lately? If you ain't gotten to that point I'd say there's hope yet, compadre.

Speakin' of shots... here's a world view, try a few an' see how a pony fares? Pree-tee scientific.

[....Welp. You've managed to interrupt the regularly scheduled detective existential crisis.]

Most of the other residents here are people I'd rather not try and peep on... and I think you sorely overestimate the current activity level of such around here. [Seriously, it's not like people are doing a lot of pairing off. :| ]

...Although alcohol's starting to sound like it might not be a bad answer to this.

[Is there a prize involved or...]

Seriously? I only got one eye an even I can spot a good crop of titties when I see 'em, for starters. [Have a snort or a kind of...neigh harrumph and the rolling of his eye] S'not like you're payin' for opera tickets or a picket fence man, but hey- to each his own.

HEEEYYY see? Now THAT'S what I'm talkin' bout, brah! If you find anythin' good, send it my way. I'll fuckin' risk pony drunkenness for the sake of you calmin' your tits an' science too.

[... Not sure. Having a detective who's slightly less off-kilter and aware of you as someone at least incidentally helpful, intentionally or not?]

...The people who'd normally have tits, don't, this week. [...OH GOD THERE'S THINGS HE DIDN'T REALLY WANT TO PONDER ABOUT HIS OWN ANATOMY THIS WEEK. That is a train of thought that might only be noticeable by a slight trauma-lineface before he continues; he's also trying not to think about the count of how many girls there are in the Manor right now ... there's the one lady he hasn't talked to yet, the serial killer's assistant, Tris, Chrome...]

I know there was cider in the kitchen, but it didn't seem to be the hard variety ... I - think the Author got the idea for this from something meant for children, which has me worrying about our chances.

As sadistic as it is to inflict this kind of nonsense and NOT let us have alcohol.

[One small step for Badou's credibility, one tiny drop for sanity, brah. Have a bored look in return, he saw the freak out coming from a mile away. Its nice not to have moral issues.]

An that is exactly why we need booze n' a fuckton of it. Especially when ya get to thinkin' what if chick ponies did have tits. That'd be fuckin' weird as, well, tits. As if wakin' up home on the range down yonder ain't enough.

Cheap ass. Clearly her generation didn't have those shows where the asspuppets were drunk all the time just to get through a damn episode. Shit, I'd take moonshine in the crusty ol' tub of a crazy cat lady at this rate...don't suppose you got any brilliant clues, Mister Ed 2.0?

[Unfortunately, Saguru has slightly fewer moral tweaks than most people expect. On the other hand, he has a very vivid imagination and is detail-obsessed. MENTAL IMAGES, MAN. A LOT OF THEM. Also he got enough "white horse" jokes because of his last name anyway... including inevitable other comments from fangirls.]

[The quip about chick ponies with tits only adds to that. He had internet access back home.]

Her idea of things is generally stunted and warped. [Now he's seriously thinking...] Well, there's the shop out in the middle of the desert that usually has things not available normally... It's on the other side of the forest, but...

[Ride on, trusty stallion. Ride on. Badou is most pleased to bless him with this honor, no need to thank him, just add the booze. Likewise, having phone cables that reach space also aided Badou in internet trivia, he knows that feel well.]

She's a teeny bopper, right? Not surprised we ain't been hit with boyband bullshit yet. [....He takes a moment to knock a hoof softly against a nearby wooden table end. Just in case] That's usin' your noggin'! Ain't nothin' stoppin' you from trottin' over to that dusty trail n' retrievin' some for yourself an your new bff, moi. A big strong mustang like yourself's gotta be able to handle his jack...ass out there. [Have the shiniest of eyes...eye. So much faith.]

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