PLAYER PLOT | Forgetti Catchall, now in the right comm

[wythersake]

WHO: Ennaris Tavane, Julius, Bastien, Viktor, Clarisse La Rue + OTA
WHAT: Strangers arrive at the Gallows.
WHEN: A week in Haring.
WHERE: The Gallows / elsewhere
NOTES: Check out this OOC Post for details.

This is a catchall post for threads with or about the forgotten characters plot. Feel free to thread about it elsewhere as well!

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[cozen]

Bastien goes down when he's pushed. But then he sits up again — this time not to leave, not to try to gather his shoes, but to grasp for Byerly's hand. Which is very stupid. He would have too much pride for it if not for the stupid drugs he's stupid for drinking.

"If you're mad, everyone's mad," he says. "Fifi doesn't know me. Benedict doesn't know me. I passed Elinor and Walter in the street and they looked right through me. I was going to ask Beatrice to let me stay the night and borrow some things but as soon as I said hello she looked worried I was going to try to sell her something. It's not you."

[bouchonne]

Byerly doesn't know whether or not to be relieved. In a way, it would make for the simplest answer to this whole riddle, after all. This is especially true given how tenderly Bastien grips his hand - how he speaks of Fifi, of Elinor and Walter, of Beatrice. It's all too much familiarity to explain away.

And yet there are explanations. There are. Fifi is a nickname that's used, at times. It's no secret that Byerly is fond of the warm and bawdy Beatrice, nor Elinor, nor Walter. He finds his mind jumping to the explanations of how this is all some great manipulation - and almost clinging to them. Like there's something repulsive about the idea of knowing this man.

Maybe it's - Perhaps he'd slipped from another world into this one. A sort of Rifter from a dream that resembled their own world. Perhaps that was it.

"This thing you know that would embarrass Artemaeus," Byerly says. "It's something not many people would know?" He looks over to Benedict. "Proof that you do, truly, know us?"

[altusimperius]

Looking no more comfortable than before, Benedict's hand stills over Rat Red's frame as his face pulls into a grimace at Byerly. Why would you invite this, he seems to say-- even if he can't fault the logic, even if there's no way this person could really know that much about him, he's not sure it's anything that needs to be proven.

[cozen]

"No one knows but me and an asshole spirit," Bastien says, before honesty requires him to add, "but everyone who knows him could probably guess. I know more about you."

His grip on Byerly's hand lingers a moment longer before he pries his own fingers loose. He knows more things about Byerly that no one else knows than about Benedict, but Byerly will write it off as spying. He knows there's a letter upstairs — one left behind in case he dies or disappears — but Byerly will write it off as a plant.

He lies back down.

"It doesn't matter."