Catch-all; Mollymauk

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Week 0, Sunday

[momming]

[ She's just out to clear her head, honestly-- but she does spot a familiar purple face and can't help but smile as she approaches. ]

Hello, Mollymauk. How are you feeling today?

[headmt]

[Giving a little casual salute in response when she greets him, looking quite pleased? This is a face he appreciates.]

Oh, much better, much better. Sorry, caught me in a rather terrible mood the other day. A little embarrassing at this point.

[momming]

I wouldn't worry about it. It seemed as though you'd been through quite a bit.

[ She can't blame him for being grumpy. ]

W0 - FRIDAY

[headmt]

[Well, Molly is just wandering the campus on Friday, sort of idly toying with the bear slipper he's apparently reponsible for - but when Otome is around he'll look up, waving over to her with it.]

You alright?

[momming]

[ She looks a little wan, but nonetheless, she can smile at him. ]

I'm not going to be of any help to anyone if I fall to pieces now. How are you holding up, Mollymauk?

[headmt]

Oh, fine, fine - [He pats himself on the chest as if to prove it.] Just, you know, dealing with the amount of horseshit that simply unfolded.

[He stops and just shoves his hands in his pockets.]

You know, I-- Did you see anyone dead? Or anything at all, really?

W0 - SUNDAY - TEXT

[headmt]

[Or. Text to speech, in Molly's case.]

You doing alright?

[momming]

Everything's been treated. I'm sorry if I worried you.

[ by fighting on a snowy mountain against a teenage girl, both wielding baseball bats ]

[headmt]

I'm far from talented at apologies, but I'm fairly certain you don't have to make them for being tortured by a powerful magical kidnapper against your will.

[A pause.]

You up for company?

W1 - WEDNESDAY

[headmt]

[hi Otome. Wherever she's hanging out, Molly will brighten up when he sees her - coming over and just trying to be helpful immediately? If she's walking around with books or a bag or anything, trying to take them to carry himself.]

Doing alright?

[momming]

So far, so good-- oh, thank you?

[ there go her books. ]

You've been staying healthy, I hope?

[headmt]

[Hauling them under one arm, and then just. Carrying them? This is apparently what he's doing.]

Oh yes, very. Apart from the toilet seat theft, everything has been normal. Yourself? Learning about ... bees, or whatnot?

W2 - MONDAY

[headmt]

[Wherever Otome is, Molly will brighten up the second he sees her - coming over to just immediately sling an arm around her shoulders? Touchy-feely week, man. It's a thing.]

Hallo, darling. Whatcha up to?

[momming]

[ And Otome affectionately pats his hair. ]

Just... well. Wondering about this Dean's List, actually.

[headmt]

Oh, I'm curious about that too. You find anything out? It mean anything in particular? Not really seeing a pattern, to be honest.

Week 3, Monday

[momming]

[ Wherever Molly is when Otome runs into him, he doesn't deserve this.

But it happens, anyway.

She's on her back, one hand on her chest, the other with her fingers weakly grasping at the ground. The air is thick with the smell of blood and smoke and even in her current position, she can see the flames rise higher and higher, joining together and consuming each other.

Worse, as she feebly turns her head to the side, gasping for breath that she can't ever fully pull into her lungs, she sees crumpled bodies. Some, still trying to push themselves up. Some, screaming in agony. A girl with long red hair in a ponytail, shielding a smaller girl, unmoving while the younger girl shoves at her and cries out her name. A young boy, scowl still twisted on his face, practically eviscerated. These people are all precious, all important.

And she can't even lift a finger to help them. She's bleeding out on the chunk of debris she'd been slammed into, feeling the blood pool beneath her and around her, and she knows, without a doubt.

She's going to die. But they-- if they fell here, Arcturus would destroy everyone and everything. If they fell here, "he" would never be able to return and if they fall here...

She's terrified. But it's too late and soon enough, even that emotion is replaced by nothing but darkness. ]

[headmt]

[The worst thing about this is that it's not all that unfamiliar of a memory. Shades of familiar sights and sounds permeate it, make it all a little too real again.

It takes him a long moment to snap back into it reality, stepping back and rubbing at his temples.]

Ah-- Fuck.

[momming]

Oh no, I'm-- I'm sorry, are you all right??

[ Wow her memory really went there. ]

W5 - MONDAY

[headmt]

[Well at some point Monday he'll be wandering around when he spots the local Taker of the Hippocratic Oath, raising a hand in a little wave.]

... Otome.

Re: W5 - MONDAY

[momming]

[ Well she's more like the local Breaker of the Hippocratic Oath hahahahahaha wow made myself sad

It's fine, she's still also Sad but this kind of throws her off of that. Good going! ]

... Wh--

[ She freezes, eyes going wide with both shock and hope. ]

Mollymauk!

[headmt]

[He sort of laughs at that - the look of shock. It's sweet.]

In the flesh. I think? Feels real enough at any rate.

Week 6, Sunday

[momming]

Mollymauk, hello.

[ She's just making the rounds. But she's also happy to see him! Again! ]

[headmt]

[Hi Otome.

She'll say that, but. He's just coming in for a hug. Just immediately.]

W6 - SUNDAY - TEXT

[headmt]

Good evening, darling. I'm contacting you tonight with an important message. With our time here possibly coming to a close soon, I thought I needed to say something before our paths began to part again, and we drift away like two ships passing into the night. You have consumed my every thought for weeks. I've been pining for you ever since I first laid eyes on you. The truth is, is that I've fallen madly in love with you.

Do feel free to respond.

[lmfao]

[momming]

[ Sure. She'll respond. ]

Fixation, rapid palpitation of the myocardium, and sudden impulse to act out of an inexplicable desperation. I'm afraid I have to diagnose you with Breathless Syndrome, more commonly known as BS.

I'd like to prescribe you plenty of sleep, hydration and a healthy dose of reality, of which I can write you the prescription for any time.

I'm glad you're having fun over there. ♥