[after the meet and greet, hanging out on the beach, if only to avoid the boat for a little longer. he's got his cat and he's wearing the absolutely grossest coat you have ever seen despite how it is completely inappropriate for the weather.]
[ Because it isn't a murdergame without pets everywhere, Belle happens to be passing by with this guy plodding alongside her on their stroll. She at least gives pause when spotting Caleb, regarding him with mild surprise. ]
[frumpkin meows. anyway, he doesn't seem to think anything of her nervousness. or maybe he's just used to people thinking he's a mess and doesn't care anymore.]
Getting my bearings. What do you make of all this?
[happy monday! caleb is dressed completely inappropriately for the weather in a heavy coat that is dirty, including with fresh wet sand on the hem. his previously laundered bandages and nice hair is also now dirty with sand. yay! but he has his cat on his shoulder.
he is currently in the TV room, watching an episode of MILF Manor.]
Ah, so this is what television is. I understand now.
[caleb can be found in the market, morosely pondering an orb. he has a different coat on, but it's pulled close around him. still, his bandaged arms are peeking out. they're covered in a glowing pattern that peeks through the bandages, but the random geometric pattern almost seems to read a word: Una. whatever that means.
he's trying to cover that, but misses the text that appears on his other forearm in black ink that glows green through the bandaged parts: Asylum Escapee]
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...Hallo.
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... Hey. Did something happen to you?
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Happen to me?
[what could have happened, he's just depressed and wearing a nasty hobo coat, as you do.]
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Yeah? You look kinda—roughed up there.
[ your clothes, sir. ]
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Oh! Oh, my bad, I... uh, nevermind that! I guess you're peachy, then! Enjoying the view with—your friend there?
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[frumpkin meows. anyway, he doesn't seem to think anything of her nervousness. or maybe he's just used to people thinking he's a mess and doesn't care anymore.]
Getting my bearings. What do you make of all this?
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he is currently in the TV room, watching an episode of MILF Manor.]
Ah, so this is what television is. I understand now.
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For better or worse. This sure is a choice.
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A choice? There are other programs?
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he's trying to cover that, but misses the text that appears on his other forearm in black ink that glows green through the bandaged parts: Asylum Escapee]
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Hey, uh... You're kind of—glowing?
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[covering his arm bandages a little, but it doesn't really help.]
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Do you think something else would cover them up better?
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[his arms are fully bandaged, after all. he'll roll his coat sleeves over them, but it still shines through.]
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Well, if those words are made up, at least you could say that if anyone asks. The lines don't look like anything bad, at least!
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week 4, monday
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I take it the selection in here is good?
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