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elijah elkwood

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How cute. My best suits are orange.

[but he...doesn’t sound amused. No, the voice over this feed doesn’t sound amused at all. Yet as hard and stoic as it sounds, you can sort of hint that he might be smiling. or smirking. Or an uncanny combination of the two. He DID pitch a fit earlier, but that was when no one....was around..and was looking BUT!!...something hard lands next to his phone- it makes a thunk! sound]

A classic, really! I wasn’t counting on many of us -or anyone I knew- to take these missions seriously, but. Aha, did you ever.

[LIKE HE’S ONE TO TALK.]

Either way. I hope you’re happy. [A sigh....and a last sound, a loud rrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip--]

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[oops is that the sound of TROUBLE IN PARADISE...]

Would you like me to bring back an extra packet of laundry detergent? [by some miracle he manages to keep the tremor of just-about-to-laugh out of his voice.]

[you know what even if kudou managed a chuckle here and there elijah still wouldn't...notice...he's too emotional right now!!!]

You don't need to go through the trouble. [he'd appreciate it though....kudou..]

A minor set back, honestly.

[it's okay elijah he understands the importance of nice suits and the tragedy of losing them...]

It's fine, I'm at the store now anyway. But it definitely could have been worse! Some of the people who were poisoned are still having difficulty getting sick out of their shoes. [a little too cheery-sounding there, buddy...]

[HE NOTICES, and while kudou can't see it elijah is raising a very piqued brow at that.]

Oddly enough, I found it a little hard to believe that our fellow residents managed to get their hands dirty- quite literally. It just goes to show how out of the loop I am. [not that he...cares.]

[but will he care if they go after the rest of his clothing next]

Well, I think that's just a part of human nature. A lot of people here probably feel like they're swimming upstream, right? I think the saying 'desperate times call for desperate measures' would be an accurate one to use in this situation.

I'd suggest you keep an eye on the missions sent out in the future. Not everyone is willing to continue taking out loans if they're low on points, and it would really be awful if damaged clothing becomes the least of your worries one day.

Oh, I don't doubt it one bit. [an indirect way of agreeing, but elijah won't lie that everything kudou mentioned was simply truth. if he accounted for the things he had done during his stay here, well...he supposes having his suit dyed was minimal damage.]

Although, I'm sure that doesn't mean you're exempt from taking on the missions yourself, are you?

[there's a little hum of agreement from his end. he could add something about how that sort of desperation is what makes humans so fascinating BUT... well, there's a time and place for every conversation, and it's probably not in the middle of digging through a hygiene bundle for detergent.]

I haven't participated in any since that arcade game challenge, actually. I don't mind having to take loans out. [his motivations are a little skewed, after all. taking a back seat suits him completely fine right now.] I can at least promise that I won't be leaving you with any other orange clothing.

You're much too kind to be dabbling in any kind of favors for poor, hapless me. [he laughs...and despite his own little doubts he knows he can feel at least a bit grateful.] But do know it's greatly appreciated!

Ah, I'd like to think these missions will be more...accommodating in the future. Something at least most of us can make sense of.

[he's just mad 'cause what the heck is a video game ANYWAYS...]

Think nothing of it! It's the least I can do, since I managed to be fortunate enough to avoid any problems myself. [which he is secretly very grateful for since wow all this poisoning and people being dyed does not look fun.

either way, he hasn't exactly enjoyed any of the recent tasks either, which has him agreeing almost immediately.]

It would be nice, wouldn't it? I have a feeling that we won't be so lucky though, if the small pattern that's starting to set actually holds water.

Oh! Are you presuming out of some lost experience or is it just added realistic thinking? Not that I don't agree!

I think what I'm anticipating most is the possibility of animosity forming within our little groups. These missions can only go for so long...

[he sort of trails off here, as if waiting for Kudou to finish off the rest of his sentence, but picks up again.] Until, well. Resentment, I'd think.

Realistic thinking. I can't say I've ever been in a situation quite like this before, so I can't speak from experience. [he's just been in a situation kind of like this...!

this time there's a note of mild sympathy in his voice instead of the earlier amusement.] Mm, very true. It's a shame, since there seem to be a few people here who are determined to keep the peace. I think it will probably be the hardest on them in the future... Especially the ones who won't even bother planning for the possibility of things going awry.

Is orange that bad of a color for you to wear?

[NOPE, CAN'T SYMPATHIZE, already had to wash some orange out himself.]

[NO SYMPATHIZE, how will he look snazzy now......]

For me anything beyond the neutrals is a bad color. [A light-hearted laugh that doesn't quite find it's tune.]

But I...suppose it could have been worse!

[NO SYMPATHY, he can attempt to look snazzy in orange......]

The neutrals? Ehhh, but that's real boring! You've gotta have some fun and try something different!

[In a voice that's just a tad too cheerful:] But you're right! At least it wasn't you that got turned orange.

Then what color palettes would you suggest? [Elijah laughs...wait, what. what's that suppose to me...oh, dear.] 'Me'?

[oh.] Oh!

Why, that's terrible! [if you could see elijah now...] How on earth did they manage to do that?

[Completely ignoring that laugh for now to answer the question, YEP.] Anything! Just get clothes in some brighter colors, like red!

[Biased, who's biased. But oh no... There's the other question.] I dunno, maybe it was paint! But I wasn't the only one who got turned orange, y'know.

That's very unfortunate. [and suddenly he does feel really lucky dang rin...you're good at this!!] In your honor, I'll wear more red from now on! [he also likes red...not surprisingly.]

But in all seriousness...do you have an idea of who might have done such a thing? [It seems like Elijah is taking this more seriously than we thought...]

[Awwwyeeaaah, score!] Good! Wearing too many neutral colors will just make you look like an old man, you know.

But... Yeah, I know! It was probably that stupid prince who did it.

[oh no elijah can't afford to look like an old man JUST YET...]

'Prince?' Ah- I don't think I've met him directly, but I know the one. [his reputation precedes him, after all...] I've been pretty fortunate not to get in the way of his mischief...then again, I suppose it can't be helped!

[it's not too late, elijah, change your wardrobe...!]

Yeah, yeah, that guy! You don't wanna meet him anyway. I know we've probably got loads of weird people here, but he's even worse!

At least it was just your suits!

Honestly, he may have been the only odd one out that I've noticed...[no this is a lie he's found plenty of ...interesting people but the big question is do they know they're interesting.]

Everyone else seems to be thankfully placid. For the most part.

[Oh, that's right-] I don't believe I ever heard your name-?

I guess compared to him, the rest of us are all loads better.

[--Oh, wait, what's that?]

Eh? I'm Rin! What's your name?

Rin. [Oh, thank goodness...a name that he can properly pronounce.]

I'm Mr. Gabriel. I'm glad to have found yet another resident that's just as sensible as they should be. [as in you don't seem as looney as everyone else or MAYBE YOU ARE...]

[IS HE OR IS HE NOT--

That gets him a laugh. Well, Rin can't say he exactly agrees with that, but hey...!] Nice to meet ya, Gabriel! Is the guy who dyed your suits one of those who isn't sensible?

I highly doubt he -or she, for that matter- is capable of any sense. Who does that? [elijah you are such a baby.]

Ah, but I suppose I'm not one to talk.

Huh? Why's that? I thought you were more sensible than them, hmm?

[ Honestly, Meredith needed that little ounce of sleep he could grab. By his standards, he had stayed up aWHILE and he would have admittedly been a little proud of himself for being able to stick around that long had he not realized this was actually.... not any fun at all. He'd conceded and gone home just for the night- for the eight hours of sleep he'd need to keep functioning and only after Elijah had convinced him he would be okay.

Well, Meredith was hardly convinced but he knew he needed to rest himself eventually. And of course, they'd agreed to meet up later, which is where Meredith is headed now. They ARE only two rooms away from each other, but really when did distance ever keep Meredith from worrying about what Elijah might be up to.. And this is hardly their home.

Meredith approaches the door and already hears Elijah talking to... the phone? (To or on-? He.. was honestly still confused about the cell phone functions.) Either way, Meredith decides to wait a moment- that is, until he hears that tear. He starts. ]

Wha- Elijah? [ And a loud knock. ]

[Elijah just needed some...TIME...to get over the fact that this did, indeed happen. Well, he didn't really know what he was expecting...an eye for an eye, after all. Elijah discards an obnoxiously orange sleeve into the waste-bin and stares thoughtfully at the rest of the garment on his bed. He refrains from huffing about it any further...and what's done is done. Although--

He looks towards the door. Elijah feels a surge- a welling up in him the minute he hears Meredith's muffled voice on the other side. Grabbing the remains of his suit, he walks over and swings the door open. He doesn't need to think twice.]

Meredith. [Elijah INHALES SHARPLY and displays the suit for Meredith to see. Now that Meredith is here Elijah can....well throw another fit. An EVEN BETTER fit. ] Do you see this? Do you know what it is?

Ruined! [And he drops the suit into Meredith's unwaiting arms and stalks off into the room again.] Out of all the cowardly, elementary, fickle things-

--?! [ He takes the heap of torn suit unknowingly, and doesn’t have much time to get a good look at it because he’s too busy listening to Elijah spout about it. He lets himself into the room and blinks hard when he finds small pieces of Elijah’s... handy work around.

Meredith watches Elijah briefly, quietly, just listening while he weighs the orange fabric in his hands as if that would tell him exactly what happened (or who did it). Meredith knows better than to interrupt, so he waits until Elijah is done before he finally asks, ]

How many are like this? And why is it torn... [ He doesn’t blame Elijah for being upset, but Meredith isn’t exactly impressed when he spies the torn sleeve in the trash can. ]

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