Day 3 Log | "i put myself back together"

[rimingcouplet]

Who: Alice
What: Someone new arrives in town.
When: Day 3
Where: The Church, eventually other locales
Warnings: N/A, prompts as toplevels within, the text on the log is just to set the scene

[It happens when Alice is perusing one of the religious tomes scattered around the church. The skeletons, the graveyard, and the sanctuary the building provides all still bother her—nothing about the church makes sense, even within the broader mystery of Beelzeburg. Whatever this place's equivalent of the Bible was seemed like the best place to start.

All of it is schlock and nonsense, of course. Grand, sweeping stories. Angels and faith. Alice hates it. But she can't help but think that Ace would love this kind of thing. He'd always adored studying old Earth cultures-

("Claire de Lune" echoes throughout the church, plain for everyone inside to hear.)

And then Alice r e m e m b e r s. She staggers to her feet, clutching her head. "Alice!" "Alice..." "Alice." "Alice???" "I'm so sorry for Alice-" "Aliiiccceeee..." "C'mon, Alice!" "Alice! "Alice!" "Alice!"

"Ace."

Tears flow freely down Alice's face. How could she have forgotten Ace, of all people? How was he not here at all? How horrible of a sister was she, to abandon him like this? Alice's gem tumbles from her pocket, landing on the floor with a thud that turns into a thunderous crack as the geode that encrusted half of it falls apart, revealing a polished orange jewel that forms a yin-yang pattern with Alice's own rough blue diamond.]

I... missed you... [She smiles, then topples over, unconscious.] Dumbass...

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[rimingcouplet]

[Alice's fainting spell has no apparent medical cause, no matter how closely she's examined. The best anyone can do for her is put her somewhere more comfortable than the church floor while she rests. After almost two hours of peaceful sleep, her body stirs. Hands wipe bleary eyes, an innocent, doe-like expression surveys the environment.]

Whuh... where...?

later, open network

[rimingcouplet]

Hello, everyone. Alice here. Unfortunately for all of us, my dweeb-ass brother is back. Don't bother looking for him, he's literally living rent-free in my brain. His name is Ace and he's a gigantic idiot. If you're unsure about which of us is at the wheel, so to speak, just take a close look at the facial expression. Ace's dopey puppy eyes don't hold a candle to my resting bitch face. I am, in fact, so different from my stupid brother that if you mistake me for him I'll gouge your eyes out. Also, bully him for me if you see him. It's hard to give Ace wedgies for what should be obvious reasons.

[A few minutes later... there's a reply to the post, this one identified as "Ace."]

>d'awww, i can tell you missed me, sis ( ´･･)ﾉ(._.`) you don't need to be this aggro all the time! anyways, i'm ace. it's nice to meet you all!

[Again, a few minutes later. From "Alice" this time.]

>>Don't include me in your dumb kaomojis, nerd.
>>>they're not dumb! they're cute! everyone's using them! （づ￣3￣）づ╭❤～ see, look at how cute that is
>>>>Ugh. You're insufferable.
>>>>>what's insufferable is how you always need to act like SUUUUCH a cynical rebel who GOES AGAINST THE GRAIN and is a GIANT EDGELORD all the time, alice.
>>>>>>Do not call me an edgelord.
>>>>>>>ok edgelord ☆⌒(*＾-゜)v

[They're just... going to keep going like this... for far longer than what is reasonable. Maybe just greet Ace further upthread if you feel like it?]

(closed) day 3 - house

[sootprints]

[ When Alice, or perhaps Ace, returns to their shared house, they will find it filled with dark smoke. Soot falls from the ceiling like dark snow. And yet, there's no heat and no fire. There's just a faceless girl in a red dress, sitting at a table, smoke rising from her head.

With the soot gathered on the table, she seems to have rolled some into fist-sized balls and stacked them on top of each other, like little sooty snowmen. A way to pass the time as the anxiety eats at her. When she realizes she's not alone, she speaks quietly. ]

... Armin didn't come back last night. Or today.