Suitedreams: Sylvain

[battling]

what women, sylvain

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Week 0: Monday

[battling]

[Roll: 10

Russian roulette.

He hasn't opened the door quite yet, but his hand is on the handle.]

Feelin' lucky?

[philandery]

[ icon selection is being dumb rn pls accept Default for the next (indeterminate number) of tags ]

Not at all! [ haha... ] You do the honors.

[ he gestures for bradley to have at the door ]

[battling]

[He yanks it open and walks in.

The revolver sits on the table between them.]

There's just a gun in here?

[philandery]

...Uh. Is it real?

[ he's seen fake ones before in the hotel... he reaches out to inspect it— ]

Huh, feels like it. Dunno much about guns, though. [ he passes it over ]

W1 / Monday / Doors

[philandery]

4. You open the door and find yourself inside an Applebee's. That's it. That's the prompt. You can't leave until you have finished a dish from their menu. Once you're done, you find yourself back in the hallway. Only four minutes have passed.

[ ...he's half expecting a gun to show up at the table, if only because he's seated with bradley. just absolutely prepared for a life-or-death round of boneless chicken wings. ]

So... North Country. Tell me more about it. Do you have any games that don't involve uncertain death? What's the food there like?

[ he opens up the menu, expecting something sinister... but no. it's just a normal menu...? ]

[battling]

[Why would it be boneless. At least keep the bones in there for flavor?

The gun would be preferable, but this isn't terrible.]

Some of them involve certain death.

Eh... Whatever you can catch. Deadly monsters, fish, mutated fish, y'know. Can't be too picky there.

[philandery]

[ there will be no flavor in this applebee's

oR GUNS! ]

All I'm hearing is, you people don't know how to have a good time.

[ or maybe there is none to be had, listening to that list of dinner options. he stops in the middle of the menu to stare at him. ]

What kinda world do you live in, again...? No cows? Chickens? [ pheasant or boar...??? ]

[battling]

I know exactly how to have a good time.

[Northern wizard "good time" is so questionable.]

Yeah, but ya gotta steal that from somewhere further south. It's frozen and blizzards up North. Fried chicken's my favorite.

W3 / Monday

[philandery]

[ the memory bradley will receive:

It's the dead of winter and the cold is brutal, the chill a numbing burn. You're alone on the mountainside, and you understand you've been purposefully abandoned. You're much too young, but you try not to cry—it'll only make the sting of the wind that much worse.

You shiver and try to make your way through rock and snow. Each step is more difficult than the last, dragging you that much closer to the frozen earth. It would be easier to lie down and fall asleep.

Wild, improbable thoughts race through your mind—you ask yourself if you'll be captured and slaughtered by the Sreng. If your brother might somehow have a change of heart and return for you. If your father or mother might find you and take you back.

But you're alone. You keep walking, because if you don't you will not leave this mountain at all.

... ]

[battling]

[He knows the freezing cold so well, he knows winter and the tundra. He didn't really have parents for very long, the idea that anybody would come out looking for him is an oddity.]

Stubborn one, huh? [Those are the ones who can survive.]

[philandery]

[ well. sylvain looks entirely alarmed at that. he doesn't mean to ignore bradley's question, but, ]

...Why is this happening?

[ it reminds him of his first week here, sharing blips of emotion with his suitemate. but worse. far worse... ]

[battling]

It's memory week. It'll be over by next Monday. Didn't have this?

W4 / Monday / Station

[philandery]

[ sylvain and bradley will find themselves in the PC cafe!

The scent of fresh-brewed coffee is the first thing you’ll notice upon entering this room. On the back wall is a coffee bar where patrons can get coffee, tea, and boba on demand. Along each side wall is a row of PCs, all set up to connect to one another. While you can’t use these PCs to send emails or check on news about the outside world, you can browse fanfiction websites, a video-hosting site, and social media such as that one popular microblogging site and that really big forum built with sub-forums. Best of all, these computers are set up to play videogames including that one really popular game where you can mine for materials and craft whatever you want. Isn’t it more fun to play with friends? Try survival mode and see who’s the best!

sylvain knows what computers are, now, and tries clicking around... ]

...What's 'fanfiction'?

[battling]

[The school did teach him about computers!]

It's when people write fake stories about other people.

[He doesn't know what self insert is and has no desire to.]

[philandery]

Huh. Isn't that just libel...?

[ that doesn't stop him from browsing. he squints at the tags, and then blinks in surprise when he recognizes a few "characters" ]

Hey, you're seeing the same thing, right...?

[ there are mentions of sheila, molly, harrow, yuri... ]

[battling]

What? The hell's libel?

[Tragically, we don't have lawssssss]

Yeah. Ain't that group from the station anyway?

W4 / Friday

[philandery]

[ sorry sylvain is gonna be the biggest sadsack ever... but he does have mini-investigation things to share so he can be found around the hotel wherever bradley is ]

...Hey.

[battling]

[ there, there you sad puppy. Bradley's pacing around the lobby, but he does stop when Sylvain speaks to him. ]

You okay?

[philandery]

Not really, no. But I'm sure I'm not the only one feeling this way.

[ he runs a hand through his hair. tries to shove feelings aside for business. ]

Harrow, Tsurumaru and went to check out housekeeping. Thought I'd let people know what we found...

W4 / SATURDAY

[philandery]

I'm sorry.

[battling]

Why are you apologizing to me?

[philandery]

You didn't have an easy job.

W5 / Monday

[philandery]

[ oh, this almost reminds him from home. the views are breathtaking, and sylvain finds himself more at ease than he's been the past whole week. (it helps to touch grass, after all...)

unfortunately... the futher in they go, the more he begins to forget what his home actually looks like. and... about the hotel, too. how long have they been here? who is... this person?

he gives bradley a slightly confused smile, suddenly losing the thread of whatever conversation they were having. ]

...It's nice, isn't it? What brings you all the way out here to Gautier?

[ this definitely isn't what gautier mountains look like (and bradley has "seen" them)... HMM. ]

[battling]

[He takes a look around what is Definitely Not his home and then looks back at Sylvain with some worry.]

...? It ain't Gautier. We're in the hotel.

[philandery]

[ hmm... maybe this isn't Gautier, but, ]

Hotel...? You're joking, right?

[ sir? does this look like a hotel to you? ]