Catch-all; Caleb

[momming]

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Week 0, Tuesday

[momming]

[ The Physics class has a lot of homework-- as a doctor, Otome is accustomed to a workload that's bordering on Sadistic, so she isn't too terribly bothered by it. But it also means cramming in studying while she can, and she already has the book open as she walks, so.

... Of course it means she's going to bump into someone, drop the book, and stagger backwards, though she's automatically going-- ]

I'm sorry, are you all right??

[katzepaw]

[Well, he does immediately oof when he's bumped into, doubling over just a little. But he's also carrying the hefty physics book with him, so he understands.]

Ja, perfectly fine. It's engrossing reading.

[momming]

It is, I can't deny that... still, there's a time and a place.

[ So she'll look him over carefully, just to make sure she didn't like. Bruise him or anything. ]

[katzepaw]

[He seems fine, he's just a wimpy man. He's still in a big coat, so it's hard to say.]

Ah, don't worry, it's all okay.

. . . Are you the woman who helped my friend? The purple fellow who was injured?

Week 1, Friday (post-investigaton)

[momming]

[ Here's Otome, sitting quietly in the cafeteria, poking and prodding at her food and not actually eating it. But she does look up upon catching a bit of motion, blinking before offering a nod. ]

... Good morning, Caleb.

[ IS IT ]

[katzepaw]

[He is. . . eating bread with butter on it, by himself.]

Morgen. A very strange day.

[momming]

To put it lightly. I'm beginning to think this might become a norm.

[ Yikes. ]

[katzepaw]

At the least you were able to help with the mess yesterday. Thank you - your skills are sorely needed here, it seems.

week 3; thursday

[katzepaw]

[Sometime on Thursday, Caleb is walking across campus on his way to class, bundled up against the cold. At this point, he'll be trying to avoid people, but he turns around a corner and oops, there is Otome.

They make eye contact and a memory plays.

[momming]

[ There is Otome indeed. An Otome who staggers a little once the memory fades, suddenly pale from the onslaught of information and emotions that just abruptly slammed into her.

That's... a lot to process. Almost too much to process in the few seconds that she tries to-- being in a fog of confusion, realizing the truth and the shock and betrayal and fury and grief that comes with it, the grim determination that follows...

Give her a second. ]

[katzepaw]

Otome. . .

[He’s swallowing hard, tense, shaking off all of the nastiness of those feelings, but this is his life and he lives with pieces of these feelings and memories every single day. He looks at her instead, worried - and finds himself surprised to be more worried for her than for the consequences of others knowing some of his story.]

Week 3, Sunday

[momming]

[ Let's be honest, she's looking for him because he turned into a dinosaur and ran off, but it's also been some time since then and she's concerned.

Now where he be. ]

week 4; friday

[katzepaw]

[Wow I never got to your dino PC last week I'm sorry :(

Anyway, he will come to find her on Friday; he wanted to give her space yesterday, but now this is quite sad.]

it's okay!!

[momming]

[ This is quite sad.

Otome looks a lot less Dying than yesterday, though still very tired and now? Very, very bleak as she kind of just wearily chills in front of the summer dorm.

She lifts her eyes when he approaches; they're a little red and glassy. ]

... Ah. Hello, Caleb.

[katzepaw]

Hello, Otome.

[Is tone is soft and there's sympathy and understanding there.]

I'm sorry.

week 4; saturday

[katzepaw]

[Well. He will go find her after trial, wherever she might be. There's more to try to talk about. Whenever he does find her, she'll find he's calmed down - layered some tense calmness over whatever he was feeling earlier, so he's less angry.]

Otome. . . ?

[momming]

[ She's just been crying somewhere, it's fine. By now, she's just emotionally... broken, it will feel like. Like she's numb, but with grief and guilt still nibbling at the edges.

She just looks at him, silently. ]

[katzepaw]

[Sometimes you're just broken. He understands, a little bit. So he feels sympathy towards her, but it's a little remote. He doesn't want to force her to endure his own feelings about the situation.]

. . . It wasn't wrong, to test the limits of it.

Week 5, Thursday

[momming]

... Caleb, how are you feeling? Do you need any touch-ups?

[ She's just going to check on him while she still can. Hi. ]

week 6; sunday

[katzepaw]

[He is outside in the nice weather, maybe near the Winter Dorm glamping area, but either way, easy to run into. Hi, Otome.]

[momming]

Oh-- hello, Caleb.

[ She's tired, but. Making the rounds! ]

[katzepaw]

Hello.

[Giving her a small smile. He has Frumpkin on his lap, too.]

How are you? Good to be back?

week 7; friday

[katzepaw]

[Well. This is after he's been fixed of his school spirit, IG. He is just sort of sitting outside, a little dazed and tired.]

[momming]

[ And she just shuffles a little closer, also looking tired. But. Gotta check! ]

How are you feeling...?

[katzepaw]

Better. Uncursed, now.

[He’s still kind of nasty and bloody, but not bleeding anymore.]

Thank you for that. What a mess Beauregard and I were.