7rings: sheila

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w0 - friday - common room (post body)

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[ With only her tail visible at first, Yuel pops up from where she's rummaging behind the bar, settling a couple of bottles on the counter with a confused look, and latching onto Sheila for help the moment she spots her. ]

D'ya know anything about mixin' drinks?

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[For whatever reason, Sheila starts squinting the further she walks into the room.]

Yeah, but not in the dark. How can you see in here?

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[ She stares at Sheila. ]

What're you talkin' about? The lights are on.

week one, friday.

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[Another Friday, another murder! Sheila is not squinting as she enters the room this time, only wrinkling her nose a little as the sweet smell hits her nose — and then a little further when she spots Yuel.]

Oh... It's you.

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[ In a surprising turn off events, Yuel is the one squinting this time, her head turning in Sheila's direction but not really looking at her. ]

Huh? Blind lady?

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[She makes a face! One that Yuel apparently might not see? Hm.]

Not blind. I also have a name.

w2 - day 2 - chapel

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[ The chapel is kind of creepy, but Yuel finds herself there anyway, nosing around the pews and staring at the statues until they make her dizzy.

She doesn't fight through the sudden disorientation, settling on one of the pews, hand to her head. She looks up when she sees Sheila step inside. ]

Oh, come to pray?

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No, because I don't want to get possessed by whatever demon is haunting this place.

[And yet, here she is, looking around but not approaching or making eye-contact. It's fine. Give her a minute to mess up.]

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Oh, Pride? They ain't here right now.

[ Yuel, meanwhile, is staring right at her. ]

w2 - day 4 - gym

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So? Are ya tired yet?

[ They've been at the gym for... too long now, and Yuel has gone from being attractively sweaty and flushed to looking like a swamp monster: face blotchy and hair sticking to her face and arms. But at least she's upright while on the treadmill, even if she's steadily staring to slump against the handles. ]

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[Sheila, on the other hand, looks... surprisingly composed? Her breathing is a little harsh that normal, and she definitely had to redo her hair to put it in a higher bun a while ago — but she looks nowhere near dropping.]

I can keep going. You?

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[ what the ever loving duck ]

I ain't ever surrendered! [ She's still going, just pathetically. ] Ya must... run across entire countries.

monday, week three.

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[CATCHING UP WITH HER AFTER DINNER... Wherever it is that Yuel legged it after that disaster, anyway. Whew.]

Well... That was bad. Are you okay?

Re: monday, week three.

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[ Yuel spooks a little, but doesn't keep too tense when she looks at Sheila. ]

Yer worried about me? [ she doesn't even tease her, instead furrowing her brows ] I'm just tryin' to understand what Gluttony did to us.

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Of course. You looked really shaken up, Yuel.

[She may be Wrath enhanced but she also still, you know, cares.]

... It's a power of theirs, I think. I heard of it before but, god! That fucking sucked.

sunday, week three.

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[Sheila will go look for her a couple of hours after the execution! Once she finds her in the observing deck, she knocks on the wall to announce herself.]

Yuel?

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[ She's just seated on the floor, aimlessly watching the stars before she looks back at the door. ]

Hey, Sheila.

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Hey...

[Looking her over to make sure she looks okay, but...]

Mind if I join you for a while?

monday, week five.

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[ON THIS LOVELY DAY, TWO GLUTTONS WILL WALK INTO THE KITCHEN... and stare at the baking supplies. Sheila will have pulled out all the necessary ingredients to bake assorted sweets, along with measuring spoons and the like.]

Here we are! Do you already know the recipe?

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Yes, ma'am. [ She holds up a book that she'd pilfered from the library. ] I wanna try makin' these.

[ Points at the recipe for doughnuts. ]

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Ohh, not a bad choice. Now, are these baked or fried...?

[She is squinting at the recipe.]

w6 - casino - any day

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[ Yuel is in the casino with a fancy dress, holding a joint in her hand as though utterly fascinated by it. ]

So this... is pot.

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[IMMEDIATELY:]

Do not smoke the pot.

monday, week seven.

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[PC Café time! Sheila takes a whiff as she enters the room, crinkling her nose a little at the smell of freshly-brewed coffee. She isn't interested on the coffee bar side of the room, but... hello?]

Ohh, we got new computers?

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Computers?

[ Yuel is sitting at one, engrossed in whatever she's doing. ]

Is that what ya call books in the future?