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to tell you the truth in this contract i don't care about anyone but me
Who: a witch (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
sigil), her bitch (geass), and the most adult of us all (chosehope)
Where: lelouch/nunnally's apartment
When: late evening after c.c. arrives
Style: first
Status: closed
[ when you've been living for as long as an immortal person, things that should faze you simply end up becoming less and less effective at impacting your psyche— therefore, c.c. isn't too bothered by this whole "vatheon" business. another unexpected experience to add to the heap— although she prays it will be at least enjoyable, since she's decided to try giving this whole "living" thing a go.
she's been around long enough, so she's able to figure out a dated piece of technology with little effort and discover both the contact list/map function. watching the network that was included with the clunky starfish had cleared up enough: a lot of wet people—much like herself—looking for answers and getting them; c.c. would simply leech off those answers instead of acting like a fool about it. in any case, lelouch is here, and that's all that matters.
it doesn't take her very long to find the apartment complex he's listed in— but finding his room is another thing entirely. in fact, she ends up knocking on a few random people's doors with questions about his whereabouts until someone finally points her in the correct direction.
finding his room, there's zero hesitation in letting herself in. she wastes no time in stripping herself of her soaking black knights uniform down to nothing but her underwear, either. it isn't until she's wringing out her hair in the middle of the apartment that she realizes it's rather quiet. was anyone even here...? ]
Lelouch.
sigil), her bitch (geass), and the most adult of us all (chosehope)Where: lelouch/nunnally's apartment
When: late evening after c.c. arrives
Style: first
Status: closed
[ when you've been living for as long as an immortal person, things that should faze you simply end up becoming less and less effective at impacting your psyche— therefore, c.c. isn't too bothered by this whole "vatheon" business. another unexpected experience to add to the heap— although she prays it will be at least enjoyable, since she's decided to try giving this whole "living" thing a go.
she's been around long enough, so she's able to figure out a dated piece of technology with little effort and discover both the contact list/map function. watching the network that was included with the clunky starfish had cleared up enough: a lot of wet people—much like herself—looking for answers and getting them; c.c. would simply leech off those answers instead of acting like a fool about it. in any case, lelouch is here, and that's all that matters.
it doesn't take her very long to find the apartment complex he's listed in— but finding his room is another thing entirely. in fact, she ends up knocking on a few random people's doors with questions about his whereabouts until someone finally points her in the correct direction.
finding his room, there's zero hesitation in letting herself in. she wastes no time in stripping herself of her soaking black knights uniform down to nothing but her underwear, either. it isn't until she's wringing out her hair in the middle of the apartment that she realizes it's rather quiet. was anyone even here...? ]
Lelouch.