hotel: molly

[shaft]

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week 0, saturday, pool

[shaft]

[ A pool... How nostalgic.

Claude just smiles at Molly, somewhat sympathetic. ]

Hey there. Are you relieved or disappointed Caleb and Beau aren't here this time?

[headmt]

[ oh boy. well, if he really wants to be baffled by the Consistency of Mollymauk, here he's also decided his first course of action is to take his boots off and stick his feet in the pool. There's a bit of an odd look that crosses his face when Claude says that, but he brushes past it. ]

Probably better in the end to have fewer friends in mortal danger, right? Assuming there is danger. And that it's mortal or whatnot.

[shaft]

[ we love our molly

anyway, claude doesn't mind the nostalgia, taking a seat next to him. ]

You're right. It could be a very, very misguided attempt in making friends. I've been told my company is rather desirable.

[headmt]

We've only just met and I can see that.

[ Winking at him? Enough. ]

[shaft]

...

You didn't want to lead with that, huh?

[headmt]

Nope. And don't sulk, I hardly left you hanging that long.

[shaft]

I'm not sulking. [ well he's not NOW ] Sorry then. Must've been a little jarring to hear a stranger start talking about your friends.

[headmt]

You weren't the first.

[ he half-shrugs, but adjusts the sleeves of his outfit for a second, like he's thinking something over. ]

Seems I've got a familiar face to several of you lot. Don't know what I did, exactly, but really, you can consider me an entirely different person.

[shaft]

Yeah? The resemblance is striking...

Are you curious about your other versions?

[headmt]

[ A deep, long-suffering sigh. ]

I tend to find I don't agree with what other people get up to in this body much.

[shaft]

[ That's a really weird way to answer the question.

Files that away. ]

Well... In this case, it would be an entirely separate body, wouldn't it?

[headmt]

Yes? Sure.

[ he sounds so uncertain about this answer. ]

Point is, if someone were going around pretending to be you, doing all sorts of nonsense, would you want to know what the hell he was doing? I think it'd just be embarrassing. Not interested. Not interested at all!

[shaft]

[ Without hesitation, ] I'd definitely want to know.

[ He crosses his arms. ]

If there are other Claudes out there... I'd want to be the most superior.

[headmt]

Well that's just a lack of confidence. I know I'm the superior version of myself without question.

[shaft]

[ Frowns!! ]

I'm plenty confident. I just like the empirical evidence.

[headmt]

And what would that be? Someone ratting on your other self? I know I'm more attractive and more charming, and most definitely smarter.

[shaft]

[ He squints at Molly.

There's no difference in their appearance, is there? ]

[headmt]

[ not with clothes on! ]

[shaft]

... I suppose if they were to say something like, "the other Claude started his chess matches by moving the bishop, how basic."

That'd make me feel pretty superior.

[headmt]

Well, I've never met another Claude, but I'll keep it in mind for next time.

[shaft]

If I said that you're mostly similar to the Molly I met, would you be offended?

[headmt]

[ He's making a Face at the concept. ]

Depends, I guess. [ ... And then after a second, like he's having to ramp himself up to ask:] He get up to anything particularly terrible?

[shaft]

[ hehes a little at the face before looking thoughtful. ]

Not beyond a little gossip, I don't think. Oh, and once he helped Caleb steal my underwear.

... But other than that, he was a pretty good guy.

[headmt]

[ I like how no one has mentioned the part where he was beheaded and that the guy who did it is like, here. ]

Helped Caleb steal your underwear?

[shaft]

[ They all have tact. ]

Yeah. And then you two hung it from the roof of our dorm.