pc catchall for damian.

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[shitpost incoming.]

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w0, friday.

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[Well. Even if he's smaller than the other residents of the bus, it isn't hard to notice him in the crowd a little while after waking up.]

—Oh my god, you're here.

[It's hard to tell whether she sounds relieved or disappointed, but either way... Most of what she wants to say to him, she doesn't necessarily want the others to hear. That's why she's gesturing towards the bathroom almost immediately, giving him a pointed glance.]

Here.

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Goodman?

[Everything is so much all the time. He thought this clownery was finished. BUT NO, IT HASN'T EVEN BEGUN.

He gives the bathroom a thoroughly dubious glance.]

Don't be ridiculous.

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[Impatiently:]

You have any better ideas? I need to talk to you. Alone.

w0, friday.

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[It would have been hard not to notice him and his outburst after the announcement. She figured she was the last person who would be able to help when he was in that state, regardless of how strange it seemed to her. When she sees him heading towards his cabin later, though, she can't help but speak up.]

Hey. Are you, uh... better?

[Not okay, but like. Are any of them really doing okay?]

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[Honestly, he should have stayed in the isolation cabin. It IS called the isolation cabin. But he was too desperate to come see what had transpired, what to be disappointed just like the rest of the camp.

The inhale sounds almost like a hiccup, and he hates it.]

No... It won't... stop.

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...So somebody used their power on you.

[A sigh.]

Any guesses as to who?

w3, friday.

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[She might not be able to leave the bed easily, but the announcement is audible throughout the entire camp. After three names are read and the voice keeps going, she takes in a breath, but... The last two names knock that breath out of her entirely.

Jason Todd and Percy Jackson managed to get themselves killed.

There's a long moment where she freezes, not quite letting that sink in. And then, once she does:]

No!

[It's a scream that goes on for several seconds, like it's being ripped from her throat.]

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[He winces under the scream, but doesn't look much better than Natalie. He is... more grim than usual, quieter, which is the equivalent of him screaming pretty much.

He lets Natalie scream, though? Without telling her to shut up. He supposes she deserves that much, if anything.]

You two better have helped us figure this out, [he mutters gently,] idiots...

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[She chokes out a cry, pressing her hand to her mouth, but... After a few moments, even if she sounds teary:]

Wait. Damian, don't go, we need to... Did Jason tell you what his power was?

w3, sunday.

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[Should she be resting? Yeah, probably. Is she? Haha, no. Luckily, the bonfire isn't too far from the cabins, at least. She's wandering around on her crutches, looking for Damian, and when she finds him, she speaks up. Mrs. O'Leary is at her heel.]

Hey. Got a second?

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[God dammit, Natalie. GO SIT DOWN SOMEWHERE. Damian is already getting gray hair, and he's ten. He doesn't know what the hell to do with Natalie now that Percy and Jason are gone.

It was supposed to be the four of them?]

Perhaps. Why are you out here, Goodman?

[NATALIE your LEG?

Damian is both happy and saddened to see Mrs. O'Leary. Pets for the doggo.]

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Because I wanted to talk to you about... A plan for moving forward, I guess.

[You know, without them. She's keeping her composure better than yesterday and much better than Friday, but there's not a good way to disguise the sting that comes with that idea.]

w4, monday or maybe tues is better

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[When Natalie isn't scaring the shit out of Wei Wuxian, Damian will be hunting here down.

He has something in his hand by his side? Weird.]

Goodman. Come-- [Well, he started to say come here, but sHE IS MISSING A LEG. So he goes there instead.] I want you to take this and keep it.

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[She takes it, though she pauses once she has it.]

...Are you going to tell me what it is?

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If you already have something like it, give it to someone who can use it. If you don't, keep it.

[Enjoy your My Little Pony.]

It's an item that will let you borrow a single skill from someone else for twenty-four hours.

w4, thursday.

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[A few hours after he returns from his Adventures, Natalie is looking around for Damian, knocking on his cabin door once she makes her way there.]

Damian? Got a second?

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[Did you know, this is one of the few times he has been in his cabin. Amazing. He's actually the one opening the door, however.

The leg of his pants falls down into place from his knee to his ankle. It's clean now, but that only makes the sutures around his knee stand out.]

What do you need, Goodman?

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[She looks more concerned about him than usual, hesitating before she answers.]

...Are you okay? I heard what happened.

w5, monday.

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[Happy... Monday...

At any rate, she's wheeling herself into the kitchen slowly once she realizes he's there, taking a breath.]

...Hey. Damian.

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[Happy Monday!! Damian is in the kitchen, and it looks like he is packing some kind of food up? He glances up at Natalie, pausing, but not exactly like he's guilty or anything.]

Should you even be out in this weather, Goodman?

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Probably not, but staying in the cabin all day sounds miserable, so.

[Here she is!]

...I wanted to, um. To say I'm sorry.

w5 curfew day

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[i swear to god if you're dead tomorrow i'm going to kick your ass

Anyhow, they are both here are the sports court like morons. They definitely could have picked a better spot considering he's having to cart Natalie around. IT'S FINE.

He has Nico's sword, as if that'll do him any good if he's unconscious.]

Hopefully, the effect won't be something ridiculous.

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[ :)

It's fine. RNG will never let me down. She glances towards him, tilting her head just a little.]

You have any bets about what it'll be?

w6, monday.

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[She's looking around for Damian since she couldn't find him today, and when she sees him in the evening... Wait. Are those bugs? Her cat ears are perking up in alarm, tail straightening as she hurries his way.]

Damian, no!

[The babysitting never ends.]

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[Apparently it's hailing on Monday, and I forgot, so Damian is probably under some kind of overhang by a light source. He keeps plucking flying bugs out of the air, but once he has them in his grasp...

...he just? lets them go? Why is he caTCHING BUGS. They are just... very enticing strangely.]

I'm busy, Goodman.

[But he does stop to glance over while she hurries up. Oh God, she's a cat.]