(pestilentem) lynne deserves better

[necromants]

i'll find a shitpost in a bit i swear

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week 0, tuesday

[necromants]

[It would seem that we truly are stuck here for the time being, which means there's only one thing to do (besides read every interesting book in the library): explore! So Zvei's out and about doing that, finding his way back to Erich and Wilbur's for a closer inspection of everything on offer. He did take a look yesterday, but with so much of this place being entirely unfamiliar and unique, it certainly catches his eye.

He's not alone though, as a certain redhead is already here and already staring rather intently at something, it seems.]

Miss Lynne! Good afternoon! Or is it evening? I may have lost track of time.

[lifelynne]

I wouldn't know. I have been here for a while.

[Staring at the clown box thing]

Zvei, would you mind giving the hand that comes out of this clown a handshake?

[necromants]

[Ah, yes. This ominous thing.]

You're volunteering me for it?

[Do it yourself!!!!]

[lifelynne]

I did some risk assessment and took decisions based on that.

[Lynne, that makes it sound like you're throwing Zvei to the wolves]

Besides, I'll learn much more from watching than from actively participating.

[necromants]

So I'm a worthy sacrifice, then? How cold...

[He sounds amused by it, though.]

And you'd use my own words against me? I truly have underestimated you!

[lifelynne]

Rude! Maybe I thought you were so capable you'd be able to handle it flawlessly.

[........]

Wait, don't say what you're thinking: Handle it...okay, that wasn't on purpose, I swear.

[necromants]

[opens his mouth to say exactly that— damn beat to the punch]

It was a good one, though! But I'd rather not risk my own hand, and I'm assuming you'd prefer not to as well. So we're at a bit of an impasse!

[i am so sad that zvei will not just devolve into hand puns. i've failed myself. what is even the point.]

[lifelynne]

Phooey.

[Lynne puts her hands on her hips, staring at the cursed thing]

If you won't shake hands with it, then nobody else will.

[What's that supposed to mean, Lynne]

I guess doing the boring thing and giving it inanimate objects will be the only option.

[necromants]

[Sheesh, Lynne's really coming for his life huh...]

What sorts of objects do you plan on giving it? It might not give them back, after all!

[lifelynne]

[She does tend to come for a lot of people's lives, hah]

Might as well start with something soft, in case its first reaction is to throw it to the nearest head. There must be something around here I can use...

week 0, post-trial

[necromants]

[Well! That sure was an experience, wasn't it. Perhaps unsurprisingly, Zvei is as relaxed as ever. It is what it is, as they say.

He's currently crouched down by the wishing well, studying the smooth surface of the water with an intensely focused expression on his face. For once he's not gleefully theorizing aloud, instead thinking about... something, presumably. He doesn't move from this spot; if he notices Lynne, he doesn't say anything or react at all.]

[lifelynne]

...please don't drink from the water.

[That subdued way of talking is unusual for her, but after the trial it might be understandable she's not all that chipper. Still, seeing someone here in the well makes her a little antsy for many reasons]

[necromants]

[Zvei finally acknowledges her with a jaunty little wave and a smile, seemingly unbothered by... well. All of that. The momentary extreme focus is completely gone. Back to the usual!]

Miss Lynne! Don't worry, I wasn't planning on it. [hmmmmmm.] It is quite the curious thing, isn't it?

[lifelynne]

It is. I don't see what's so amazing, but at the same time there's something weird about it.

[It's a bit of a nifty contrast that makes her keep coming to this well, like she expects to catch something new the next time she comes here!]