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CHARACTER NAME

Ishmael

CIVILIAN NAME

Stanwix Melville

TEAM

Brimstone

HOUSING NUMBER

004

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a few days after Elysium has gone let's say 12/30

[lovebombing]

[There's someone singing near Ishmael's door. It sounds like a vaguely mumble version of Billy Joel's "Piano Man", but it sounds sort of like he's saying "Funny Man" instead. Maybe. It's definitely a little slurred.]

[If she comes close, she'll find Sampo, who's simply sitting here waving a little bottle back and forth as he continues to mumble-sing. He notices her, though, and perks up.]

Miss Ishmael! [Haha. Hi. He's a little drunk.] How're you doing?

[wheft]

[ sampo getting drunk isn't a strange sight to ishmael. all of them cope like that, and she's certainly no exemption to it. no, what's strange about all this is what he's sitting outside her room of all places. ]

Er, hi?

[ still blinking wildly. ]

I should be asking you that, actually. What are you doing here, Sampo?

[lovebombing]

Oh, here? Why. Am I here.

[He pats around the floor like he lost something, before his pout brightens into a grin again.]

Right. I think I just wanted to...do something with someone! I just can't stay in my place. Haha. Yeah, I can't right now. So I thought I'd come see you.

[wheft]

Did someone blow up your room again...

[ she kids. maybe. can't forget the shenans in redemption hall last september. ]

But, huh. Don't take this the wrong way, Sampo, but I didn't think you'd come to me of all people. I'm just surprised, is all.

[ ... ]

Come in. You can lie down on the floor if you intend to get even drunker. It feels nicer that way. [ speaking from experience, ofc. ]

[lovebombing]

Oh, my room is fine.

[Why is he here? He opens his mouth. Closes it. And continues to smile that dopey smile.]

[He'll explain later. Maybe.]

Ishmael, you are a lifesaver. Really. I'll won't take up much of your time, honest.

[wheft]

Yeah, yeah, you owe me big time.

[ she says as she ushers him in with a casual wave of her hand. i really need to write out an actual description of her room BUT the point is that her bed is currently filled with the presents she'd gotten from other people, but at least there's a rug on the floor where sampo can rest at any time.

she plops down on her bed, waiting for sampo to settle in. ]

So? What's up?

[lovebombing]

[He will exclaim a couple OOHs and AAHs at all the gifts, before he waltzes over (surprisingly smoothly for someone apparently drunk) and plops himself down on the floor.]

[He takes another swig of his bottle.]

Eh. How do I explain....okay. Woke up and my roommate was gone! So felt kinda weird.

[wheft]

[ really makes you wonder if he's that drunk. but his explanation makes her tilt her head regardless. ]

You have a roommate? Who?

[lovebombing]

Elysium.






[Yeah he will. Just drop it like that.]

[wheft]

[ a beat ]





Since when are you two roommates?

[lovebombing]

Oh, for a little bit. Recently.

[In the tone of "don't worry about ittttt."]

[wheft]

[ squiiiiiiiiiints

then she lets that go with a sigh. ]

Whatever. I miss him too. I always knew he was going to leave first.

[lovebombing]

[Speaking of squinting, she may notice his ear cuff looks different. Its silver, with an inlaid blue gem, and a red feather attached to the edge.]

[He hums, smiling, but his voice lacks enthusiasm.]

...I thought I could keep him still at least for a moment. But I expected it, too.

[wheft]

[ red feather... like that one lock of hair ely has........... 🤨🏳️‍🌈⁉️ ]

Because of his illness?

[lovebombing]

That, and the kind of person he is.

[...]

We're alike like that.

[wheft]

Mm. We're alike in some ways, too. But in my case, I'm always the one getting left behind.

[ another sigh and then -- ah. ]

Wait. Did you go camping with him last month?

[lovebombing]

I'm always the one leaving peope behind. Guilty as charged.

[Now he looks a little sheepish, hiding his visible eye behind the bottle.]

Your good friend Sampo may have...kidnapped him? Hehe...

[wheft]

Seriously? He didn't even look like he was held at gunpoint when we were chatting the entire time during his "trip"!

[ okay so NOW she's peeved. he sent her pictures and everything hello??? he could've blinked twice if he needed help!!! did he even need help?! why she oughta -- ]

[lovebombing]

[Sorry, he is actually going to snicker at that.]

Miss Ishmael, please, haha...no, no, it was a consensual kidnapping. I scurried him away. We both needed it after what we went through.

[wheft]

[ still pouting........ ]

I mean, I get that. All of us deserved a vacation after that. [ ishmael most especially. ] I just don't get why he didn't tell me that he scampered out with you. He made it sound like a huge deal at the time.

[lovebombing]

....He did?

[A little surprised.]

Well. Maybe because it was like our honeymoon?






[He is still smiling IT IS EXTREME DIFFICULTY TO TELL IF HE'S JOKING ABOUT THIS OR NOT]

[wheft]

Y-You...

[ everything happens so much ]

You guys were dating?!

[lovebombing]

Ahahaha! Ah. No. No, we weren't.

[A little apologetic wave.]

I mean. No, we were...you know, how have you been doing, lately? How is everything?

[WEASELING OUT]

[wheft]

You're not getting away that easily. Answer, or I'll kick you out here myself.

[ don't underestimate the gal who's managed to get through wriothesley's defenses -- and ely, to an extent. ]

[lovebombing]

Oh, wow, that's - you're scary, Miss Ishmael!

[And a sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ugh. Ugh.]




I was being honest. We weren't dating. Not typically. Just....kinda together. We didn't want to put a label on it.

[Not friends not lovers just a secret third thing.]