[Lobelia hadn't been expecting a visitor, but boy, is he pleased to have company. Better yet, it's père Hansa! What joy!
Lobelia comes sprinting out on wooden legs (yes, he grew a second), still glistening and glowing faintly from his extended bath in the wishing well. It's alarming how quickly this puppet can move.]
Salutations, ma cher père! We meet again! Have you come to cast a coin into the well?
[When Hansa first walks into the morgue, it seems empty.
But then a moment later, Rosemary pops up from behind the teacher's desk with the gentle thunk of a drawer closing. It seems to be standing on the chair behind the desk, and barely clears it. A small glint can be seen from whatever it's holding in its hands, but without getting closer it's hard to make out what it is in this light.]
Oh, hello Father Hansa! Unfortunately I don't think there's any bodys here for you to give their last rites.
[Rosemary may not fully understand how Catholicism works.]
[ here's your horribly creepy puppet of a foxglove with a small vial of...dirt?? in its hands while also sporting a pair of rabbit (hare) ears on its head. truly i cursed myself by giving foxglove a hideous puppet.
anyway, it'll look up and acknowledge hansa with a little, careful, wave. ]
[The chapel is dark except for the flickering light of a lone votive candle.
Lobelia kneels in one of the pews. His posture is nearly reverent— back straight, hands loosely clasped, yet nothing about him suggests he's lost in prayer. He's simply still. Too still for a man who thrives on chaos and sound.
When Hansa's footsteps echo through the chapel, Lobelia tilts his head without rising to meet him.]
[ If Hansa looks around the general area where the books on magic seem to be, he'll find Sage sitting comfortably on one of the shelves. Like the other puppets, this one is sporting some new appendages—cat ears and tail, stark white.
There's a moment of silence as the puppet watches him before Sage speaks up. ]
[Hansa gets a response inviting him to meet at the Morgue. Which is... basically not any colder than outside this week now, huh. Anyway.
For some reason, there's some goth twink posing like one of your french girls on one of the desk slabs, his haori already falling off his shoulder and his kimono threatening to as well. The leg that doesn't have a broken ankle is cutely lifted into the air.]
[Imagine blaming Lobelia for the sudden appearance of a French restaurant. Obviously, it's his fault. Most ill omens are. When Hansa reaches out to inquire, Lobelia answers not with an explanation but with an offer to take him on a lunch date to the restaurant in question.
Should Hansa accept, he'll arrive to find the place... empty. Quiet. Unsettlingly so. Perhaps Lobelia is running late?]
[Lobelia's looking a little worse for wear tonight. Trial didn't seem to bother him particularly — it never does — but he visibly starts when Hansa arrives. That he would lose focus long enough to be caught off guard annoys Lobelia, but he doesn't let the look of frustration linger long on his face in Hansa's company.
Lobelia steps further into the sitting room, motioning for Hansa to follow.]
[Hansa is right about one thing: Lobelia is a fan of the beach. A big fan. That he should pass on combing the shores in favor of curling up on a pew like some stray is another matter entirely.
[Hansa is summoned to the wildcat range, which is probably a very undesireable location to meet someone for a hug but. It's Yugamu so are you really surprised. He's staring intently at the suspicious pickled egg jar when Hansa comes in, but drops down off the stool he's on when he notices his company.]
[ everyone really banging on his door to get to meet fran at his lab, huh? well, he'll get his wish but only in the main area (what's in the location description) will be available to him now...
[Lobelia is in his study haphazardly tossing things around when Hansa walks in. If he gets struck in the head by the heavy tome Lobelia just tossed over his shoulder, too bad! Not his problem!!
His back remains turned to whoever his visitor is, not the least bit bothered. But he's not a monster, so he'll wave hello from over his shoulder before book chucking intensifies.]
[There's no invitation this is just happening while Yugamu's taking a short break from fussing over Anaxa and the Kresniks in the infirmary.]
You all seemed to get it much worse than the first group that was spirited away. I can only hope her getting more aggressive means we're getting closer to a solution.
[Lobelia tells Hansa to meet him by the well... and overshoots their meeting time by a good half hour. Oops. He must have been caught up in Very Important Lobelia Things, surely. Eventually he appears, looking a little worn down, but that's become the norm. His smile, at least, remains immaculate.]
Always so cryptic... You know I would never decline an invitation from you, Père—
[A faint pause, like he's trying to recall if he's said this already.]
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week 0, thursday
Lobelia comes sprinting out on wooden legs (yes, he grew a second), still glistening and glowing faintly from his extended bath in the wishing well. It's alarming how quickly this puppet can move.]
Salutations, ma cher père! We meet again! Have you come to cast a coin into the well?
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[That sure is...another leg, but okay! He has something to ask! First! He is already sort of exhausted.]
Maybe later. Let's have a chat. [...] Why are you glowing?
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w1- Monday
But then a moment later, Rosemary pops up from behind the teacher's desk with the gentle thunk of a drawer closing. It seems to be standing on the chair behind the desk, and barely clears it. A small glint can be seen from whatever it's holding in its hands, but without getting closer it's hard to make out what it is in this light.]
Oh, hello Father Hansa! Unfortunately I don't think there's any bodys here for you to give their last rites.
[Rosemary may not fully understand how Catholicism works.]
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[He says, cheerfully - he's got black wolf ears flicking this way and that, a black wolf tail wagging languidly behind him.]
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Is that a knife?
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week 1, tuesday
anyway, it'll look up and acknowledge hansa with a little, careful, wave. ]
Good morning.
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[Sorry, he IS a wolf, so he's stopping in place, ears perked up. Actually, he might just stay here for a moment. Wow, calm down, instincts...]
You're looking cute today, Foxglove. What are you doing?
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Week 1, wednesday
Lobelia kneels in one of the pews. His posture is nearly reverent— back straight, hands loosely clasped, yet nothing about him suggests he's lost in prayer. He's simply still. Too still for a man who thrives on chaos and sound.
When Hansa's footsteps echo through the chapel, Lobelia tilts his head without rising to meet him.]
Come to shepherd your stray, mon père?
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[How ironic. A priest meant to be a shepherd, but now he's a creature very well known for snapping up wayward sheep.]
[Hansa moves to stand next to him, black tail swishing slowly behind him.]
I'm surprised to find you here, honestly.
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w1, wednesday
There's a moment of silence as the puppet watches him before Sage speaks up. ]
Taking a stroll, or have you come with a purpose?
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[Wow, white cat Sage...he glances up, wolf ears flicking a little.]
But you're right. I wanted to pick your oh so smart brain.
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w2, tuesday
For some reason, there's some goth twink posing like one of your french girls on one of the desk slabs, his haori already falling off his shoulder and his kimono threatening to as well. The leg that doesn't have a broken ankle is cutely lifted into the air.]
Maybe you can help me stay warm, Father?
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[slowly putting a foot backwards.........time 2 leave.....]
[Okay, no. He won't do that. Instead he holds still, blinks.]
[..]
[Wait.]
Rose...mary?
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week 2, tuesday
Should Hansa accept, he'll arrive to find the place... empty. Quiet. Unsettlingly so. Perhaps Lobelia is running late?]
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[Hansa wanders in, glancing around. No sign of the Frenchman.]
[He puts his hands on his hips.]
Standing me up? Not very gentlemanly of you, Lobelia.
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week 2, saturday
Lobelia steps further into the sitting room, motioning for Hansa to follow.]
Bonne soirée. Did you enjoy today's festivities?
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[Which surprises him, but he's sliding into a firm look as he follows the man in.]
Could be better. [And now he will take a seat, thank you.] What about you? I've been thinking of how rough you've been looking all night.
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week 3, monday
It's probably fine?]
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[He sits, not saying anything, before he extends a hand to place gently over the other's head.]
Lobelia.
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Hehee, you really are a man of your word!
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[He won't even hesitate. Here he comes, swooping in to give him a big bear hug, lifting him off the floor.]
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week 3, tuesday
for now. ]
I see that you're also eager to see my lab.
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[Soooooo excited. Like a child ready to go on a field trip.]
I wonder...why now, though?
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Week 4, monday >:/
His back remains turned to whoever his visitor is, not the least bit bothered. But he's not a monster, so he'll wave hello from over his shoulder before book chucking intensifies.]
Salut! If you need something, make it quick, oui?
HE'S NOT HAPPY
Lobelia.
[He almost sounds like he's halfway to scolding.]
HAS HE TRIED GETTING OVER IT
NO
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You all seemed to get it much worse than the first group that was spirited away. I can only hope her getting more aggressive means we're getting closer to a solution.
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[He looks over at Yugamu, sighing.]
"Her"....so. Have you met her, then?
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week 4, thursday
Always so cryptic... You know I would never decline an invitation from you, Père—
[A faint pause, like he's trying to recall if he's said this already.]
—but you ought to tell me what you're after.
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[He's just going to go in and hug him. That's what he's going to do now, without saying anything.]
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