school: lucretia

[shaft]

tbc!

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week 1, tuesday, SOC 320

[shaft]

[ Claude is staring at his phone. He hates this a lot. ]

Do you suppose it's supposed to do that?

[ He has one the doggy filter. ]

[ambiography]

I- assume that it is...

[this is all not exactly her wheelhouse either, but she glances at it-

what is thaaaat. she does stifle a very slight smile at the sight of it, though.]

Well, it is almost cute, even if it's kind of ridiculous.

w1, thursday

[ambiography]

[she's busy chasing down sakyou's horrible little self pre-curfew, but once they're all back in the dorm and settled-- time to bother the other injured springles. wherever claude is vibing for now, she comes to check on him, giving him a worried look-over.]

I know medical attention is in an unfortunate state here, but-- are you managing, at least?

[shaft]

[ Maya gave him pain killers! He's okay. ]

It's not as bad as a war campaign, I'll live. It seems we caused quite a scene.

week 2, sunday

[shaft]

[ well, that was awful. ]

Hey. Yesterday, when you were asking all of us about how we voted. Were you able to discern anything?

[ambiography]

I wish I had been, but no. All of us were different.

week 3, monday, dorms

[shaft]

[ Claude's settled in the coffee house, trying to muster up the will to brave the cold by first having a warm cup of tea, when he hears Lucretia approaching.

He intends to look over, offer a lazy greeting but he doesn't get the chance (4:25 to 6:25). He blinks and they're back in Fódlan, the familiar sounds of the stables, and a familiar face standing in front of him.

The conversation sounds so long ago now, and when it vanishes from view, he's left blinking in the coffeehouse. ]

What...?

[ambiography]

[she's left a little stunned, unsure what exactly the hell that was for a moment, but-- it's pretty clear, isn't it, after adjusting. his voice is familiar enough, after all.]

-was that something you actually recall, or-- some other form of vision?

w3, later tuesday

[ambiography]

You've seen that note too, haven't you?

Once you get an answer on an amount-- I'd like to come with you. Don't let him just say to leave them for him.

[shaft]

I did. Have you seen any of the dorm heads' memories?

And okay, I'll let you know when I find him.

week 3, saturday, dorm

[shaft]

[ Claude is in the coffeehouse with a cup of chamomile tea. It does not seem to be calming him down if the furious expression on his face is anything to go by. ]

Do you think she'll kill again?

[ambiography]

[...right into it, huh. she's quiet for a few moments.]

I don't know, Claude. If she was being forced into it somehow, she may not be again now that we know, or-- it might continue regardless.

It may be that she can only stop when we vote for her.

[or she dies, but lucretia doesn't say it.]

week 4, monday, lazy

[shaft]

[ Claude is standing at the lazy river, dunce cap on his head, peering at the water. ]

Calming, isn't it?

[ambiography]

I suppose it is, yes.

[she steps closer, enough that he can probably start picking up on her feelings-- there's a lot under the surface, with her. stress, exhaustion, lingering sadness. if he pays enough attention to it, loneliness.

.... and a flicker of amusement that she tries to suppress, externally.]

...I appreciate you helping, by the way. Is that-- all that happened?

week 4, friday, dorm

[shaft]

[ Claude will find Lucretia after all the toil and trouble, looking at her concernedly. ]

Lucretia... how're you feeling this morning?

[ambiography]

[he gets equal concern! she's using text to speech on her phone.]

Better, for now, but we'll see how long it lasts this time.

I know you didn't particularly want her to be murdered, though. Are you all right?

w4, saturday

[ambiography]

[FAM WE ARE DYING IN THE DORM...

wherever claude is, she just takes a seat next to him. she's radiating exhaustion, anger, a little regret.]

I suppose we know where trying to find answers gets us, now.

[shaft]

[ WE'RE DYIN FAM

Claude is just sorrow, and anger. ]

Why?

[ He's not asking her. He's just. Defeated. ]

w4, sunday

[ambiography]

Claude-

[hello where in the dorm is he, she's coming to find his ass, and the emotions she's projecting are-- absolutely full of relief.

she just holds up what looks like a visitor's pass, and gives him a little smile.]

[shaft]

[ Claude is tired, but not too tired to pick up on what Lucretia is saying, and he looks at her for a moment and.

Yeah, relief. ]

Looks like you and I won't be roommates much longer.

week 5, sunday

[shaft]

Did you get a note from the daycare?

[ambiography]

What? No, I haven't gotten anything.

week 7, monday, river

[shaft]

[ Claude is seated by the river! His feet in the water as he puzzles over a letter in his hand.

He'll wave Lucretia over. ]

Hard at work, ma'am?

[ambiography]

Something like that. A little more on the 'hardly working' end, yourself?

[hi claude, how's it going-- her tone's just lightly teasing, though.]

week 7, friday, spring dorm

[shaft]

[ Claude is in the Spring dorm, limping his way toward the second floor, leg bandaged from his ankle to his thigh. He knocks on the door to Lucretia's suite. ]

It's Claude.

[ambiography]

Oh-- come in, Claude.

[except whenever he does, she looks up and glances at his bandaged leg, and immediately gestures to the couch. ]

What happened to you-- here, get off of that.

[also for the record there's like. sieghart's stuff in this room also.]